The Explorer’s Diary.
For years, my eyes were trained on the fast-paced, structural lines of high fashion. I loved the curation, but my soul craved the savage, unpolished masterworks of the natural world. Moving from Hong Kong to New Zealand was a radical friction. Out on the wild trails, I realized that the ultimate luxury isn’t something we optimize—it is something we slow down to behold.
The Wisdom of the Forest.
Our name is a tribute to the Japanese word for forest, mori. This philosophy is captured in the Chinese character 森—three trees standing in harmony. It is a visual representation of mutual support and the untamed strength that flourishes when we stand together.
My three children are 木, 林, and 森.
In a world becoming increasingly automated and hyper-synthetic, they are the living seeds of Moriii. They are our defiant promise to nurture a clean, deeply texturized world where the next generation can grow deep roots, stand strong, and blossom together into a wild forest of hope.