The line between technology and fashion is blurring. Brands and designers are now using electronics to make cutting-edge wearables and experiences, while companies like Amazon are trying to break into a space that hasn't until now been very welcoming of outsiders. Intel is another tech company that's set its sights on the fashion world, with various smart garments and accessories, including dresses, glasses and bracelets. In an interview at SXSW, Intel Vice President of Wearables Sandra Lopez said her team's mission is to be an enabler first and foremost rather than trying to become a fashion brand unto itself.

Lopez pointed to last year's New York Fashion Week, when Intel teamed up with 13 designers to livestream a runway show in virtual reality -- a medium that's being embraced by many fashion houses. Another example, she said, is Tag Heuer's Connected Modular 45 smartwatch, which Intel helped build with Google and the Swiss watchmaker. "Our strategy is focused on collaboration and empowering leaders in the fashion industry to push the boundaries of fashion with technology," Lopez said. "We are constantly working to make our technology smaller, faster, more energy efficient and more capable than ever before to help our partners succeed."

One of the challenges for brands is figuring out how to make the most out of technology, she said, especially in terms of the data they're collecting through connected garments, other types of wearables and at their retail stores. "There is a real opportunity to help the fashion industry harness the power of data," Lopez said. "How can you analyze what consumers are doing in store, online and through every interaction you have in real time to maximize sales and open up new revenue streams?" That's something designers like Rebecca Minkoff are already trying to do with in-store features like smart mirrors, self-checkout and RFID tags that let the brand know more about customers' buying habits.

"Personalization and customization is only beginning to be tapped into," Lopez said about the potential of both industries working together on wearable products. "Technology has the ability to transform industries, and fashion is no different."Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/short-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/red-carpet-celebrity-dresses

In my mind
Seeing you was the perfect form of communication.
To watch the expression of depth.
Every wrinkle that crinkles the side of your nose.
The sentiment grown from standing so close.
Eyes grown in anticipation.
Every depth expressed.
Explored until we're tired.
In my mind
seeing you was the perfect form of communication.
It's only so much to do behind the screens of phones.
The customization of emojis plastered on blank screen.
A temporary thrill that we enact before actual contact.
In my mind we restrict too much of ourselves with the press of a button.
Cheeks spread loose, folds undistracted by the moment where we ourselves are drawn to life
By what we anticipate most.
Without need to talk as much as we can before an abrupt end.
To consider you without call waiting or the awkward feeling of having to call you back.
Malicious moments before the call actually goes through
The introduction of physical smile.
Separately from the window of a phone
Leaving more room for availability

I love knowing I'm super-neat,
It's a good read, I think,
Definitely like enabling two napkins to be deeply tucked in,
And enabling recycled toilet paper to reinforce water resilient skin,
And rather than dive in water, doing a flip on the dock,
And rather than obtaining information from likely sources, I go greater like to the main source ok,
And sinking the juicy of botanicals in farther than the most man of man kind,
And going ethnobotany about it, again to the main source for customization -- neat unlike people do that

Also, felt witch
Along with born with to talk
Here's garroulous

The shame of your mother's *** out
of the space of a long day & the night
light has a shape; further from the life
of the poet of the land of the red years,
the good of the black man was lifted up
in the dark, behold, it was dead, green,
white orange art of America of the heat
that you want to the age of snooch; it
would be left to an old man *******;
**** this battle, the honor of the queen
      of poetry alone that the young men,
& the room is new;
Is your mother's *** out of spacetime
of the day & night, light shaped, which
is still the life of the poet of the red years,
it is a black man who would be lifted
in the dark, there is no dead, green & orange
are Americans from the heat & you want
to age to make you **** it, he will be left
to the old man ******* snooch the honor
of God queen of the battle was in the poetic
is the only one, so that young & that this
place is something new; She is thy mother:
A donkey in terms of space & in the time
of the day & over the night, the light of the
figure, which is also to the life of the poet
of the red years, there is a black man to be
lifted up into the darkness, she is not dead,
green, & customization in the tank of the heat
you want to stature, & in the milk of it shall
be left an old man, so that the honor of the
queen of the battle of God,   the only one in
the poetry of adultery,  the youngest & most
                      snooch, so this is nothing new;
                      For she is our mother & one of you
shall have an *** in terms of space  & in the time
of the day & over the night, the light of it
is the form, which is on the poet 's life
of the Red Sea in two years, there is not
black, it, & carried him away into darkness,
let not is not dead, sky colored, and green,
& customization in sad, & the heat of the day
you want to bodies, if there is something out
from his presence & in the milk & the old
man's & the glory of God is to say, the queen
of the army to meet the Philistine & God, who
is the only one in the poetry of adultery & the
youngest is this day w/ all the exceptional snooch

The Bespoke *******-Punching Apparatus: A Scrolling Sonnet of Pain and Prestige

Behold, dear friends, a sight so rare,
A marvel of craft, a punch with some flair!
Not just a tap, nor just common strikes,
But tailored pain, bespoke with spikes ?.

levers, knobs,  gears so bright,
It measures your jewels for the perfect smite.
Crafted German care  from hands most skilled,
For those who seek their torment and must be fulfilled.

It has a sign above, for all to see  it twinkles proud,
you'll want one too but for now look at  me .It Flashes with  wisdom, bold and loud:
"You're almost there!" it scrolls with glee,
your knees will buckle,  while yearning to flee.
Oh  the joy, the joy there will be.

"Believe in yourself!" the message insists,
As the metal fist curls up its wrist.
A countdown begins.
Crowds will draw what did you choose.
You can't do it wrong there is no way to loose.

Don't be caught last in line .
Get yours first.
Don't be left behind.

For the highbrow type, a touch of grace,
Gold engravings etched in place.
Perhaps a monogram?
A family crest?
A symbol of honor upon one’s chest.

And should you opt for fine décor,
A velvet lining?
A marble floor?
Let not your suffering be too plain,
Let taste and wealth enhance your pain!
Extoll your wealth for all to see.
Look what I spent on my ***** punching machine.
They aint given these away for free !

Customization, Because You Deserve It!

Why settle for standard when you can refine?
Adjust the force! Set the design!
From "playful tap" to "instant regret,"
Each punch is precision—you’ll never forget.

Some want leather, some want steel,
Some want a setting called "The Eel ?"
For the sentimental, engraved with care,
"Hang in there!" flashes to all in mid-air.
Oh the laughs.
the office fun.
Even ***** with no *****
will surely want one!

A haiku option? For Doc and his Ilk.
A Shakespearean verse?
Perhaps a joke to make it  all worse?
" Just like mom used to make"  
red dots slow scrolling
bleeps in  delight,
As your  pain begins and last through  the night.

The Art of Encouragement, could scroll in  it Lights.
Anything  you'd like.
It's bespoke after all
In all of its rights.

"You snooze, you lose!"—in ominous glow,
Or  here's lookin at you kid" right before the blow.
"Champions are made, not born!" how quaint!
A message of strength... just before you faint.

For pop-culture fans, a classic tease,
" Thank you sir, may I have another."
You may indeed.
"Viddy well little brother. "
It's yours after all send any message you like.
Maybe something for the boss or landlord
or the sullen little tike.

Oh, but beware the tech that malfunctions,
Scrambled words, ominous junctions.
"Maybe next time..." it flickers low,
As steam and sparks begin to blow.

And who, dear friends, maintains this beast?
A sage? A monk? A mad-eyed priest?
No, just Jeff, the intern schmuck,
Who’s stuck in a job with zero for luck.

So step right up, embrace your doom,
Let old-school Led lights your fate illume.
And should you cry, collapse, or fall,
It's just the evolution of competition
after all.
Flex those bad boys and your wallet at once
Come up with your OWN witty scrolling slogan
don't be  a dunce.