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Wes’s Window on the Physio
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Wes’s Window on the Big Light
by wes There is nothing more offensive than walking into your own home after a long day and being assaulted by the big light. You know the one. That harsh ceiling light that makes everyone look like they are waiting for blood test results. Suddenly your lounge feels less like a sanctuary and more like…
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Wes’s Window on the Fake Spring
by wes It has been a glorious week. The sun is out. People are suddenly social again. Friends are flocking to the beach like they have been released from captivity. Pool plans are back. Andrew Boy Charles has reopened the pool situation and everyone is behaving like winter has packed its ugly little bags and…
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Wes’s Window on Coffee, Stone & Sydney
by wes I’m sitting in a new coffee joint in an alley just off Oxford Street called Mecca, drinking my coffee and watching a barista perform on this giant monolith of a slab of stone that is their stage. It is dramatic, slightly ridiculous and very Sydney. And I suddenly thought, bloody hell, I really…
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Wes’s Window on Carbs, Chaos and the Market
By wes I am trying very hard to eat like an adult. Not the “I had two almonds and now I am wellness” kind of adult. I mean genuinely trying. Training hard, working a lot, wanting energy, wanting long-term health, wanting my pants to not file a formal complaint every Monday morning. Simple enough, surely? Except…
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Wes’s Window on the long Queue
By wes There is a restaurant near me that I refuse to stand in line for. Every Friday night there’s a queue out the door. Twenty people waiting. Phones in hand. Looking hungry and slightly annoyed. My brain immediately decides it must be incredible. Then I drive past on a Tuesday. Empty. Same chefs. Same menu. Same…
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Wes’s Window on the promised Sunshine
by Wes I am standing in the pouring rain wearing my favourite Merry People gumboots, holding an umbrella over the photographer while he tries to photograph the front of the house. A little side note. I now own these boots in three colours because, well, Sydney is wet. There is something beautifully ridiculous about the…
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Wes’s window on the Off Days
By wes It’s 6 AM and I am standing under the squat rack negotiating with myself. Last week I lifted this weight without much drama. This morning it feels like someone secretly replaced the barbell with a small family hatchback overnight. There is a leg spasm, an eye roll and a very internal grunt because…
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Wes’s Window on Tiffany & Co
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Wes’s Window on AI and creativity
by wes It is time to write one of these again. Lately there has been a very specific question coming my way. Usually whispered, sometimes joked about, occasionally asked outright. Are these blogs written by ChatGPT? I get it. The internet is currently one big trust exercise and everyone is side eyeing everything. Even your…
