From France to Iceland, two seemingly disparate movements converge around the same dream, writes Jamie Kelsey-Fry. Another form of Rêve Générale is in motion 3,663 miles away from Paris, in the capital city of Iceland, Reykjavík. What is happening here is something totally different, an intensity that lasts and transforms itself, that rises and falls like the tides and the seasons, but that never gives up.’