What do people really need? When we need answers to this question we often turn to Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. Right up the top of that ladder, we find: “Self Actualisation”. This…
The statement on the wall I was in a boardroom not long ago. On the wall, beautifully framed, was the company’s purpose statement. Commanding typography. Considered language. Genuine conviction at least in…
On Tuesday, 28 April Chandran and I hosted our first major industry event — and the public launch of Thinc Partners — at Sanctum Club in Melbourne. We’d invited three leaders we…
We didn’t flock to Barbie because we needed a movie. We flocked to Barbie because we needed a mirror — one that let us laugh at the absurdity of the world we…
Names do more than label a business. In the right hands, they make a promise. We chose the name Thinc Partners very deliberately — and yes, the spelling is intentional. The c…
Something shifted in our social feeds this week. Instead of looking down, gazing at our navels, we looked up. Algorithms, usually relentless in serving conflict, division and noise, made room for something…
While the 3 a.m. police checkpoint that inspired Bob Marley’s song on police harassment in Jamaica in no way compares to my experiences, the strain and tension of being awake at this…
Santos’ recent greenwashing win in the Federal Court is being discussed as a turning point for climate disclosures. From a reputation perspective, it’s something slightly different: a signal about how companies can…
I hosted an event a few years ago for senior public affairs practitioners; a handful were experimenting with AI, but most were not, or worked for organisations that hadn’t yet allowed it….
Thinc Partners is hosting this special event in Adelaide, to bring together experienced practitioners during a pivotal period for the State’s energy and industrial landscape. Event details and registration HERE Join us…
How a meticulously managed global brand unravels when one of its own breaks formation. “I do not want to reconcile with my family. I’m not being controlled, I’m standing up for…
The vacant chatter of colleagues echoed across the office floor. Nothing unusual for a regular morning, a few minutes shy of nine, as the last of the wanderers – frazzled parents and…