Wes's Window on Life

Tag: realestate

  • 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…

  • Wes’s Window on Tiffany & Co

    by wes There I was, standing in a queue just to get into a shop. A security guard stopped me at the door. “Do you have an appointment?” I took a deep breath. Two years ago, I was given a silver dog tag chain for my birthday. It’s one of those pieces of jewellery you…

  • Wes’s Window on Layering

    By Wes I checked the weather last night before packing my gym bag and saw 20 degrees. To me that means temperamental weather. Maybe a hoodie. Maybe a light jersey. Something that says “prepared” and “mature adult making sensible choices”. Yet here I am at 11am sweating through my soul. Part of my nightly routine is…

  • Wes’s Window on 6000 Real Estate Agents

    by wes I have a very toxic relationship with conferences. I arrive motivated, hydrated and ready to become the greatest version of myself. By lunch on day one I have decided I am going to become a better communicator, post 4 times a day on Instagram, make 500 calls a day, know every market stat…

  • Why Inner City Prices Could Heat Up This Winter — Even if the Weather Doesn’t

    by Wes, You can almost feel it in the air—the kind of early winter chill that sends people reaching for coats, pulling out heaters, and, if they’ve been watching the market closely, leaning into the Inner City real estate scene. Now, I know winter isn’t traditionally the season we associate with big moves. It’s the season…

  • Now That the Dust Has Settled

    Now that the flags have been folded after ANZAC Day, the last of the chocolate eggs have been eaten, and the campaign posters have finally come down, there’s a moment of quiet settling across the Inner West. A sense that the year, at long last, is actually beginning. It’s a strange time, this post-festivity lull. We’ve…