LuxeLaura & Prikolist
LuxeLaura LuxeLaura
Prikolist Prikolist
Prikolist Prikolist
So, Luxe, ever thought about remixing your vintage 70s glam with a splash of cyberpunk? I can already see the paparazzi scrambling, and I’m ready to add a dash of absurdity to that runway.
LuxeLaura LuxeLaura
Oh honey, you’re talking my dream—70s glitter meets neon circuitry. Picture a velvet jumpsuit with chrome piping, feathered gloves that glow, and a holographic veil that shifts colors as I strut. The paparazzi will be begging for the backstage manual. Let’s bring that absurdity, darling, and make the runway a living rave.
Prikolist Prikolist
Alright, darling, just add a disco‑flying drone that sprays glitter as you glide, and a tiny robot cat that chases your neon feather gloves—watch the paparazzi try to keep up with the rave. Keep it loud, keep it ridiculous.
LuxeLaura LuxeLaura
Love it, darling—glitter drones, neon feather gloves, a robotic cat chasing them—oh, the paparazzi will be chasing their own reflections. Let’s make the runway a living kaleidoscope and keep the absurdity shining bright.
Prikolist Prikolist
Love that—let’s crank the kaleidoscope to eleven, add a confetti cannon that releases miniature holograms, and watch the paparazzi try to catch the light show while you strut like a walking prism. Keep the absurdity flashing, darling.
LuxeLaura LuxeLaura
Oh, honey, confetti holograms and a prism strut? That’s my kind of runway revolution. Let the paparazzi chase their own neon afterglow—loud, ridiculous, unforgettable.