Wren & Whippet

23/10/2026

The video: The unbecoming of me was a silent gentle sort of motion. One that sat in front of fireplaces or tasted snow for the first time. If I had to pick the epicentre of my transformation m, it would have to be the Blue Mountains. A place very dear to me.

The song: In April 2007, almost 10 years ago, I handed my resignation and walked out of a high paying secure job at one of the country’s most prestigious law firms. In my state of joy, I sang the song to this video. A tune sung by the one and only Nina Simone.
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22/10/2026

Attic life is a new reality for me. When I first moved into an old Terrace in Darlington, the attic seemed the best place to store all the unsightly mess. And then I had an idea. I will make it into a space for me to enjoy. So now, I have my office and a bed with all my vinyls and musical instruments. It’s my favourite space on the home because it’s the nearest thing to heaven.
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19/10/2026

To survive life in a small country town, 5 hours from sydney, you had to bring the world to you. And I did. My home was never without people. Friends. Strangers. Everyone leaving behind traces of laughter and conversation that became infused in the air. Sometimes I would find a passerby and invite them for dinner. Or open my home to guests who booked a room for the night, or Artists who stayed for a week or amazingly talented chefs who would make the trek multiple times to run workshops for the people of Coolah in an ever changing kitchen full of surprises. There is something about such an experience that leaves inside me a love for this life we live. How much we could live by opening doors and saying come in - tell me about your life - let me cook for you - would you like to cook for me?
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15/10/2026

A few of my favourite squares. My kitchen followed by a bedroom in Coolah. The visual layers that sit in front of us create the depth of home and longing. And then there are the simple things. The shirt hung up to be worn. A favourite fur child wrapped in the morning creases of slept in beds. How delicious!

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13/10/2026

Once I closed my eyes and pointed to a map of Provence and found Arles. I booked an airbnb and went and stayed there for a week before quietly and firmly deciding that this will be my place. A place I would return to with familiarity and gravity. Return myself to me if I should lose my way. Arles would be my faraway lighthouse beckoning me to a richer moment.

It’s been almost 7 years since I first traversed the cobbled streets of Arles. And I think of her fondly. Since then I have been travelling the shores of unexpected realities. A pandemic. An ocean eye of seeing. I have dated women and only found myself. And one day, I know, my tides shall find stillness in a peaceful river. And I shall return to Arles. And until then, this is my most loved moment. Here.
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Photographs of Arles
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09/10/2026

An oldie but a goldie

06/10/2026

I once had an ex girlfriend tell that me love isn’t everything. Sure. We need money to pay bills. The fridge needs to be stocked after we have removed last week’s vegetables that we bought with optimistic indulgence and delayed incredulity. We have that bag of old clothes that will need to be taken to Vinnies. And yet, in their final moments on 9/11, people were not calling their loved ones to remind them to pay a bill. Or to take that bag to Vinnies or clean out the fridge. They left messages of love. Love isn’t just some wild ecstatic night of passion and then being chosen by someone every day - it’s also when a stranger comes to you and asks if you can buy them a cigarette- or a friend who needs to cry in their uglies- or its in telling your mother that though she isn’t perfect but guess what - she did a good job - even though you weren’t sure where she went wrong with your other siblings. I’m kidding. The point is that love is timeless and free to give. And only an appreciation of how little time we have and how we can’t buy what’s important, can truly equip us with letting love conquer us. And my friends, in the end, when it’s our time to expiry - love is in fact everything.
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06/10/2026