Rumbling down a two-lane highway in her hefty white Land Rover, Björk is chatting away in meandering tribute to Iceland’s volcanic landscape when a

Björk: Mother, Daughter, Force of Nature

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Rumbling down a two-lane highway in her hefty white Land Rover, Björk is chatting away in meandering tribute to Iceland’s volcanic landscape when a digger truck lumbers into view. The unexpected obstacle presents a chance for a spot of mischief. Wrinkling her nose, Björk eyes a tight opening ahead and stamps the throttle to perform a perilous passing maneuver. “Cheeky cheeky!” she trills, nearly demolishing a roadside post. Back in lane, she slides off her coat and casually resumes her ode to her island nation.

“That volcano over there,” she says, pointing through a mountain pass, “one of its most famous eruptions caused the crops in France to get destroyed, and people say that’s why the French Revolution happened. Well, it’s a very Icelandic thing: It was our mountain that caused the French Revolution.”

Björk’s voice is a little husky, but she is as effervescent as ever. In patchwork tights and a layered red dress full of gaping oval cutouts, she mechanically licks her lips and scrunches her features, as if behind her face were a factory of pipes and pistons to generate her industrial brainpower. Behind black shades, her swept-pastel eyeliner conjures an air of the carnivalesque.

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