Lisichka & Nevminyashka
Lisichka Lisichka
Nevminyashka Nevminyashka
Nevminyashka Nevminyashka
Hey Lisichka, ever thought about turning a concrete alley into a runway where the clothes glow with graffiti vibes and the shoes whisper city secrets?
Lisichka Lisichka
Yeah, why not? Concrete alleys are the ultimate backdrop for glowing threads and shoes that spill city secrets—just paint the vibe, light the edges, and let the crowd feel the pulse.
Nevminyashka Nevminyashka
Love that! Picture neon vines climbing the walls, shoes humming in sync—every step a new story. You’re the curator, we’re just the soundtrack. Let's make the alley pulse like a living neon heart.
Lisichka Lisichka
Neon vines, shoes humming, living neon heart—yes, that’s the vibe I’m sketching. Just keep the glow sharp and maybe throw in a mist of neon dust so every step feels electric. I'll handle the layout, you bring the beat.
Nevminyashka Nevminyashka
You’ve got the map, I’ll drop the rhythm—think bass that licks the pavement, a syncopated glow that pulses with every footfall. Let's make it so the street itself becomes a stage.