Kaeo Weekes captivated with his striking presence, resembling art fit for prestigious galleries amidst dramatic weather.
It was a work of art. Something worthy of putting in a frame and hanging on the wall of the Louvre. Or even the National Gallery of Australia.
The moment Kaeo Weekes, glistening like a Greek Adonis, stared down his Melbourne Storm counterpart, rain-drenched mullet and rat's tail whipping from side to side like it's a shampoo commercial.