Paris in black & white

Paris is grey. Aged stone of different shades of grey. It’s buildings that have seen history happen around them and which wear their ages well. It’s skinny rues and wide avenues, and puddles on uneven streets. Cafés with wicker chairs gathered around small tables with ashtrays on them, sweating under plastic canopies. The cafés always seem…

Short story: Beara

I went on a trip to the Beara Peninsula with two of my best friends – the bad bitches Kim and Vicky – two years ago. We stayed in a gorgeous old house that opened at the back onto the sea (they filmed Ondine next door, a few years earlier) and ate breakfast watching the boats pull…

Five reasons why I loved the film Spy

In a world where an ageing crow like James Bond can still catch a young worm (worm-an?), a comedic flick like Spy is a real treat for the noggin. This Paul Feig (the lad responsible for Bridesmaids, Freaks and Geeks, and the forthcoming Ghostbusters movie) film is ostensibly about a mousey woman (Susan Cooper, played…

Low, Arthur Russell, Lord Huron, Benoit Pioulard

Pic by me, Dublin There are few things better than going through a phase of listening to the same artist for a week after not listening to them for quite a long time. That immediate feeling when you put on the first track is like a restorative sigh – you can instantly relax into that…

A rush and a push and 2013 is ours

Pic: Me/Declan Kelly When the rush and stress that is the end-of-year best-of lists (all those hyphens is enough to bring me out in a rash) is over, it’s time to start imagining what lies in store for the next 12 months of music. Being honest, I go through phases with music (and with blogging…

Sam Jackson, David Turpin, Christian Bookshop

A pic I took of Sarah Grimes of September Girls before a Community of Independents interview  There are two new (and radically different) albums out now that I’d love to draw your attention to. One of the bands, Christian Bookshop, have featured on the blog before. A duo of Jimmy Monaghan and Aisling Walsh, they’re…