Melbourne sisters Bianca and Bridgett Roccisano started their global fashion brand, Booby Tape, ‘almost by accident’.July 16, 2026 — 8:00amMelbourne sisters Bianca (left), 40, and Bridgett Roccisano, 35, created a fashion business and started a global brand, Booby Tape. Now they’re raising a child together, too. Bianca (left), 40, and Bridgett Roccisano, 35, founders of global brand Booby Tape.Kristoffer PaulsenBianca: We live together, we’re bringing up Bridgett’s one-year-old daughter, Elle, together and we run three businesses together. You couldn’t be more together than Bridgett and me. I sometimes feel as if we’re one person, even though we’re also very different. I’m six years older, so we weren’t as close growing up. I remember changing her nappies, feeding her; I felt like a little adult. When Bridgett was 18, she moved in with me and we lived together until about five years ago. Last July, I moved back in with her when her husband left.We started our first business in 2011. We were broke. I’d gone back to uni to do law; Bridgett was studying graphic design. We thought, “We love shopping, we know fashion, we’re brutally honest,” so we started Melbourne Stylists [dressing celebrities]. It took off: we were doing every red carpet, Brownlow Medal, Logies, but we weren’t making enough money, so we created our fashion label, Bianca & Bridgett.We started Booby Tape in 2018, almost by accident. Bridgett and I have huge natural breasts. We were always getting tape from hardware stores and taping our breasts into position so we could go braless under tops. One day, Bridgett said, “Bianca, I’m sick of this.” She Googled “breast tape”. “Bianca, there’s nothing.” We thought, maybe other women were having the same problem. We got samples made: flexible, stretchy, glue made for skin. Now it’s a seven-figure business and we’re in 50 countries.We spend our life working on the brands. It’s relentless. We’re equally ambitious but have different brains. I’m an English major and studied law: Bridgett’s never read a book. She’s creative, does the graphic design and marketing; I do the business side. She’s taught me the art of getting a message across. We’re doing a billboard and she’ll say, “Bianca, too much writing. It’s not a thesis.”People often underestimate us. When someone calls me and I say “No” and then they call Bridgett, she’ll say, “You spoke to Bianca and Bianca said no; the answer’s still no.” We don’t let anyone stand over us. Bridgett looks like a Barbie doll, but she’s dynamite, a secret weapon. I’m dark, a bit more predictable. Together, we’re a force: wherever one is lacking, the other one will pick up. We’re pretty blunt, though; we don’t have time for smiley faces.Bridgett is an introvert, a homebody: I’m extroverted to the maximum length of extroversion. I’m very social, I love travelling. Bridgett finds me exhausting. We just went to America for work. I’ll get off the plane and there’s dinner, meetings, we’re flat out, no rest time. My days are run to the minute. Bridgett rang Mum and said, “I can’t keep up with Bianca.”I have my eggs on ice. I’ve wanted a child so much and my sister has blessed me with the opportunity to be part of Elle’s life. Elle’s personality is Bridgett and me put together. I’m doing the learning part: flashcards, reading. She can match a shape and a colour; she’s doing alphabets. Bridgett wasn’t sure if she was going to be nurturing, but she’s so attuned: she knows if Elle is hungry or tired. It used to be Bianca and Bridgett: now it’s Bianca, Bridgett and Elle.Bridgett: Never in our wildest dreams did I think we’d be raising a child together, but we’re so intertwined I should’ve known. Elle was eight weeks old when [my husband] left; Bianca came over that day. I was like, “You can’t leave. She’s like, “I’m never going to.” It was so natural.We have dinner, then we both bathe Elle. Bianca’s really in her mum era. We’ll be in the office at lunchtime and she’ll say, “I want to go home and be with Elle.” I’m like, “We have to work.” She’s obsessed. I’m all for Elle learning, but I walk into the playroom and Bianca’s there with the world map, pointing.Being a parent is something Bianca wants: she’s just figuring out if she wants to do it on her own. I said, “If you’re going to do it, do it now. I’m paying for a nanny, I’m set up, they’d almost be siblings.”Bianca’s free-spirited; I’m more reserved. When I moved in with her at 18, I would’ve just stayed in my little lane if not for her. She got me on the door in nightclubs and doing old-school customer research: walking up to people in clubs with a pen and paper asking them if they were enjoying their night out. I was shy, but she made me do it.‘We fight about silly things. I like a darker shade of pink, Bianca likes a lighter shade. Someone has to let up.’Bridgett RoccisanoI’ve pushed her, too. Her first car was a Holden Astra, which was great at the time, but not 15 years later when it would stop at a red light and not start again. She didn’t have money to buy a new car, so I pushed her to take out a loan, encouraged her to feel confident. We’re yin and yang, never down at the same time, touch wood.I think I’m pretty fast-paced, but you’ve never met anyone like Bianca. I’ll literally be getting off the plane in New York and she’s like, “Have you got your outfit ready?” I can’t even unpack! Then, on the flight home, I slept 14 hours and the air hostess asked me what I’d taken. Nothing: it’s just my sister. Between the two of us, we have the whole business covered. We’re always on the phone, we have shared calendars, a never-ending, revolving list of things to do.I don’t know another sister duo like us. We fight about silly things. I like a darker shade of pink, she likes a lighter shade. Someone has to let up eventually. It’s half-half. In the end, though, we both want pink. Our core values are the same: trust, honesty, a strong work ethic. No matter how we fight, I know she has my best interests at heart and vice versa.We love hosting dinner parties and we’re doing a big cook-up this weekend. We’ll get the pizza oven going, do steaks and seafood. But it will really be a rerun of last week’s failed attempt. We’re extremely organised but, somehow, we went to [Melbourne’s] Prahran Market when it was closed. We were so thrown! Bianca and I were driving down Malvern Road going into other shops and she was like, “But I can’t get that dip we like!” I was like, “I know!” It was devastating. So this Sunday, we’re going back to the market to redo the meal the way we wanted it originally. We just want what we want: we need that sense of completion.From our partners