Today, she sits in her studio, surrounded by bolts of charcoal wool and neon silk. She’s no longer just making clothes; she’s editing how the world sees the people wearing them. Her philosophy remains unchanged: life happens from the waist up—the handshakes, the hugs, the toasts, and the glances.
By twenty-four, wasn't just a brand; it was a movement. She didn’t believe in the "complete look." She believed that if you got the top right, the rest of the outfit would fall into place. tops*fashion
Tops had always seen the world in silhouettes. While other girls her age were obsessing over pop stars, Tops was in her grandmother’s attic in Bangkok, deconstructing vintage silk scarves to see how the bias cut hugged a mannequin’s frame. She earned her nickname because, quite frankly, she refused to design anything else. "The face is the soul," she’d say, "so the frame—the shoulders, the neckline, the drape—must be the masterpiece." Today, she sits in her studio, surrounded by