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About icepeople

By Mark Sabbatini on January 7, 2015
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we’re a newspaper. duh

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Mark Sabbatini

I'm a professional transient living on a tiny Norwegian island next door to the North Pole, where once a week (or thereabouts) I pollute our extreme and pristine environment with paper fishwrappers decorated with seemingly random letters that would cause a thousand monkeys with a thousand typewriters to die of humiliation. Such is the wisdom one acquires after more than 25 years in the world's second-least-respected occupation, much of it roaming the seven continents in search of jazz, unrecognizable street food and escorts I f****d with by insisting they give me the platonic tours of their cities promised in their ads. But it turns out this tiny group of islands known as Svalbard is my True Love and, generous contributions from you willing, I'll keep littering until they dig my body out when my climate-change-deformed apartment collapses or they exile my penniless ass because I'm not even worthy of washing your dirty dishes.
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Mark Sabbatini
Mark Sabbatini

I'm a professional transient living on a tiny Norwegian island next door to the North Pole, where once a week (or thereabouts) I pollute our extreme and pristine environment with paper fishwrappers decorated with seemingly random letters that would cause a thousand monkeys with a thousand typewriters to die of humiliation. Such is the wisdom one acquires after more than 25 years in the world's second-least-respected occupation, much of it roaming the seven continents in search of jazz, unrecognizable street food and escorts I f****d with by insisting they give me the platonic tours of their cities promised in their ads. But it turns out this tiny group of islands known as Svalbard is my True Love and, generous contributions from you willing, I'll keep littering until they dig my body out when my climate-change-deformed apartment collapses or they exile my penniless ass because I'm not even worthy of washing your dirty dishes.

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4 thoughts on “About icepeople”

  1. Oh hai Mark,
    I’m the brother in the green jacket. We were wearing the stupid American tourist shirts. Great site! Keep in touch 🙂

  2. Helo!
    I just had an opening of my exhibition in Gallery Svalbard last week. I would like to get in contact with you because of the interview I gave on the opening. It was told that there is a BBC-team making a film about people living in Svalbard and I did sign a contract about the interview. It would be fine to know some more about it and about the prosess going on.
    I did not get the name of the interviewer who made a really good impression on me (not everybody know what to ask about what everything is about in art …and so forth….).

    Hopefully you will give me some more information about your work and the interview.

    Kind regards
    Kristin Skrivervik.
    visual artist.

  3. Looking for an answewr to a quiz question- “What newspaper is edited, printed and published in Longyearbyen?” Will the answer be Icepeople? I thought about the Posten but that is now printed in Tromso.

    Please help me.

    Thanks.

  4. Hi Mark,
    Nice to to see the article — and my inclusion therein.
    Did you ever get to fetch that item I left for you at 102/
    PRYARMIDEN really made a major inpression — etched into my consciousness. I knew it begged fro serious and comprehensive photographic documentation. I don’t know if/when I’ll ever return.
    BUT I told a friend in Oslo, an ex-pat and established photographer, all about it. I made plans immediately and is just back from photographing there for 4 days. His name is Jim Bengston, and if you/’d like, I’d be happy to place you in contact.
    Best regards,
    Stuart

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