As I commit to working in the tech industry, disputing the idea that women don’t belong there with panel jackets and statement tops, I think I’ve got a killer motivation to make my mark on this world.


One of the most prevalent themes on TPC is the importance of positive globalisation due to the industry nature of my day job as an entrepreneur if there ever were such a thing. And maybe fashion.

I think it’s because of the human race’s inherent need for change where we subconsciously crave it on different levels; we tend to function better when the element of autonomy coincides with personal desires that challenges the boundaries of your ideals that globalization sometimes offers. But one of the conversations I’ve had with a fellow Adelaidian pointed out one of the oxymoronic situation of said topic. What happens we have just about explored almost everything under the sun in with style?

The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines creativity not as imitation but as something borne out of conceptual imagination. It is the power of thinking outside the box usually based on current hows and whys, very much like pulling a supposedly non-existent rabbit out of your hat (a Maison Michel officer cap to be more precise because why not) when you only hid rabbit hair in there the first time.

Sure bringing back the 70’s flare onto runways by exploring concepts of looser trousers for example could technically be considered a step into the realms of aesthetic reinvention in the fashion industry. However many tend to forget that creative inspiration is based on the true effect of life itself. No matter how I see it, your life choices help to shape the ingenuity employed in your lives, pinpointing that exact moment you scream Eureka in response to a lightbulb idea. But that ouroboros cycle starts with your own story.

So currently, foundation and concealer’s a foreign concept to me when I’ve got sunscreen on my radar. My decisions to wear dresses are specifically chosen to match with almost every pair of pants I own in my wardrobe with awkward ankle exposures to match; or choosing to go pantless when appropriate. Something my dear friends over at Ametsubi has gladly offered to help in terms of adjusting to the Australian summer.

This Singaporean-Japanese label has made a case for loving traditional men’s detailing on the silhouettes of women’s clothing. Made up of two halves Eli and Keita, they explore and refine their art of storytelling through clothes, touching on topics that you might find in quite obscure records of history. Think of it as giving due credit to the Samantha Cristoforettis of the world, with her experiments to observe the human body in space coupled with their knack of intricate detailing. As I commit to working in the tech industry, disputing the idea that women don’t belong there with panel jackets and statement tops, I think I’ve got a killer motivation to make my mark on this world.