Downhill Domination

Paris Wells - Through And Through (Dublin Aunts Remix)

...two blooms for a penny.

Do You Doodle?

So Now We Are Blinded, Or Do We Choose To No Longer See.

Dammmm. 'One Self' has soul, swagga, and serious message. Every ingredient needed for an tasty tasty sound pie. Easy now....

A Very Worn Target

I'm always more fascinated by peoples reactions to famous landmarks than I am by the landmarks themselves. The human need to capture the image in front of us, the postcard picture. Seen, photographed, 'oooohhh and aahhh'ed' over daily is overwhelming.





I was initially tempted to rant on about how we seem to miss out on the actual experience that we are living, our moment spent inside the postcard we recognise, as a result of the need to personally capture it ourselves in our little camera-shaped box of memories. I know realise that I may have missed more than most, as I spent the majority of my time at these landmarks with my back to the view. Just a few from an ongoing idea of mine...

Geek Shriek

Why is Controlling gravity so pleasing? Marble runs, kites, domino runs, balloons, bike jumps.. all childhood staples. Is it some throwback from our jumping monkey origins? Who knows, but I fucking LOVE marble runs...

Watch This!





While Listening To This!



'Nitin Sawhney' sits on my CD rack quire alot. But when he gets played, he rocks it every time!

My Holding Pattern Scattered For Miles Above Oblivion

Check these lads out.. 'Common Market'. Welcome to the soundtrack of my life. ' Seattle s answer to Dan le sac v's Scroobious Pip, are a DJ/em-cee collaboration with such a fresh sound. Paints amazing pictures with his choice of words. Turn On, Tune In, Cop Out...

UnderCover Lover

Portrait Of A Family

Who would have thought that buried under my mums bed, behind the ever reliable stock pile of "but they are just so cute" travel sized cosmetics, and just to the left of my rather large, and sadly no-longer-played-with Lego collection lurked a little porthole to the past. The time portal in question takes form as a box of photographic slides from my families past. Amongst these little square windows into the past of the people 'wot made me' is proof of a number of things.
a) My grandparents knew how to party, and liked to exhibit this skill on the regular.
b) My Dads beard was, much to my disappointment, far fuller, and far less fiery than my own.
c) Film cameras are in fact the physical embodiment of romance.
d) The Reas/Wilkinson family are ever so hip. (but we already knew that)

Rummaging through these photos, gave me a wonderful sense of family, and belonging to a big and ever continuing story that rumbles on through time in a crazy, eccentric style that 'us lot' seem to have perfected.

It terrifies me how many similarities a twenty-something Paul Reas shares with this twenty-something Tom Reas. Some of the pictures of my dad I'm still not convinced aren't actually me in dreadful 70's woolly jumpers found in the newly discovered treasure chest that is the dark side of my mothers bed.

The following photos are full of characters, some familiar to me, some less so. Some still with us, and some sadly passed. They have a real warmth and comfort about them. Which is captured beautifully by (in most cases) Dads young, but already recognisable photographic eye.

Enjoy....

The Ghosts Of Gone Goldfish

Red 23.

The strange world of Chatroulette.com opens windows into a strangers lives. Lets have a peek...