Novada & Luster
Picture a runway that stretches across the sky, lit by constellations—think of a show that dazzles like a nebula. What do you think?
Wow, that’s like walking the Milky Way itself—every step a star, every runway edge a glittering galaxy! Imagine the models strutting under Orion’s belt, the runway a shimmering nebula, the lights pulsing like pulsars. It would be a cosmic catwalk, turning every spectator into an astronaut for the night, with applause echoing like distant supernovae. I could almost feel the wind of Saturn’s rings brushing against the heels—pure celestial couture!
That’s the kind of drama I love—just imagine the audience gasping like they’re on a space shuttle and the models flapping their wings like comets. I’d have to add a secret panel of glitter that disappears once the applause starts, because you never know who’s really listening to your vibe. Keep that star map handy, darling, it’ll sparkle even when the lights go out.