Robert Taylor and Arian Martin met in the early '90s, bonding over a shared love of vinyl. As the world shifted toward CDs, they anticipated vinyl’s return and travelled to America with empty suitcases, returning with stacks of LPs and singles that would become the foundation of their shop. Since opening in 1999, they’ve built their stock through buying from local collections and cultivating a loyal community of vinyl enthusiasts who drop in week after week. Robert Taylor is my dad, and I grew up in this shop. As a baby, I spent Saturdays here; my mum working on weekends during her maternity leave. When I started school, weekends meant making cups of tea, drawing at the till desk while my dad priced up records, and later, when I was a teenager, cleaning the shop for pocket money. It became the first work experience I ever listed on a CV. This eclectic, slightly worn little shop holds much of my childhood, and this series of seven images, shot in October 2025, affectionately follows my dad on a typical Wednesday afternoon, when the shop is closed and he’s preparing it for the weekend ahead.