#sequin fringe mini dress

[pgmdress]

How to Pick the Perfect Homecoming Dress? #Pgmdress #Homecoming

[neighbourscat]

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 , nicholas alexander chavez

MY BOOGIE SHOES, JUST TO BOOGIE WITH YOU.

𓈒  ˙ ꪆৎ   ꣹  ۫  𖨂 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 . .. . screen actor!nicholas c. X stage actress!black!fem!reader.

+ synopsis. dancing around your new york apartment with your boyfriend, nicholas chavez, after a tiring final show.

+ cw. mature language & suggestive stage dancing … but none, really (: just smiles, dancing, and good music!

+ nali’s notes; i love 70s-80s music soooo much. dreaming of a cold autumn / christmas fic in this tiny nyc apartment. all the short stories that’ll probably come from this nyc apartment, like a little tv show. the neighbours would have their own backstories & cute interactions. omg should i do that???? a nyc apartment series, kind of like friends or martin??? wordcount :: 2.1k+

+ to be played: dancing in the dark, bruce springsteen. || alternative: slow dancing in the dark, joji. + everybody wants to rule the world, tears for fears.

MY BOOGIE SHOES, JUST TO BOOGIE WITH YOU.

he moved his left foot backward in a smooth motion, sliding across the slick, slightly scoffed, pine theatre stage. two blue overhead spotlights had shone down onto him, highlighting and allowing the golden sequins along his black-costume pants to sparkle and glimmer. the sharp, metal heels of his four-taps no longer producing sound . .. . the active trumpet-players, acoustic guitarists, and drummers eased and eased their instruments into a low twinkle —

— the audience knew what time it was. another character was about to be introduced. in the orchestra pit, the conductor quickly switched her attention to the violinists and flute-players, baton up in the air and readied for the new entrance. the elder english woman gave the group a small cue, flicking her wrist in beat: 1, 2, 3, 4. and as the violins, violas and cellos came in quiet and steady . .. . the male dancer at the far end of the stage reached up and slowly removed the costume fedora from his neatly styled hair, staring over to his stage left.

your beautiful, brilliant and glittery gold mary-jane style tap shoes clicked as you gracefully entered from stage left — the gold fringes of your body-con mini dress flapped and swung every which way as you rolled your costume glove over your right hand, the music coming from the violins and flute-players transforming into something hot and seductive.

your glove snug — the trumpets have returned, this time with the trombones and horns, easy and gentle — with what looked to be absolutely effortless, your body control impeccable, you swayed toward your dance partner. and once as close as rehearsed, you slid your left foot backward; lining yourself up with your partner, you raised your arms neatly, fingers almost wiggling.

your partner snaked an arm around your waist, his opposite hand sensually caressing the under side of your arm — his fingers tightened on your ribs. you felt his plump lips brush against the soft skin of your neck, you don’t hold back a mini smile. and after a thirty-second sleek, clean sequence of sneaky smirks, lustful eyes, gyrating hips, and chasing each other’s feet with mirroring steps on beat — you and your partner stand center stage; he had just spun you out and away and reeled you back in, unable to give you up. you’re overlooking the hungry crowd, toe to toe, hips pressed into each other’s . .. .

the conductor slowly lifted her baton, the orchestra picking up their pace just a bit . .. . more dancers began to take the stage, ten men on one end and ten women on the other, all styled to absolute perfection — you ripped away from your partner, his hand lingering in the air as you hurry toward the women. you strike a pose and the women behind you follow suite, just as clean and precise. the men chuckle amongst themselves, lips moving but nothing being said. your partner took his place in front of the men, eyeing you down.

the blue spotlights went out and back in on beat; this time colored red. the percussion picking up intensity . .. . the atmosphere no longer showcasing love and attraction, but lust and obsession — the red spotlights darkened and blinked in and out powerfully, percussion played fast and with high energy, the string and horn instruments carried out in unison, background voices sounding . .. .

nicholas chavez, anxiously chewing at the skin of his fingers, watched as the other casted dancers performed with everything they had — his eyes working even harder to follow you around. he stopped chewing at his skin then, trying to focus his eyes on you; he couldn’t do the two at the same time. different variations of gold leotards and ruffled dresses and flown pantsuits, the maracas, xylophone — so much was happening at once. portraying chaos perfectly.

every time he found you, he had lost you just as quick. nicholas shifted in the cushioned chair a bit, mindful of the young woman sitting behind him — the saxophones and trumpets intensified, the gold-clad dancers continued shuffling and leaping up and down and around the large pine stage, metal heels touching down with the beats.

the entire stage was bathed in deep, sultry red light, casting long, dramatic shadows over each dancer — the red hue seemed to pulse with the rhythm of the music, bodies moved with precision and purpose, every step choreographed to build toward the crescendo of the performance. the audience watched in awe — nicholas’ eyes never leaving your amazing form — the dancers' figures sharp and striking against the glowing backdrop.

each dancer’s silhouette was satiny, their limbs cutting through the air like blades as they glided to their spots. and as the music swelled, the dancers reached their final positions, holding their forms in an intense, powerful tableau. their bodies arched and poised, chins tilted upwards with defiance, hands spread in graceful curves or clutched at their hips in dominance. the red light drenching them, casting their figures into stark, dramatic silhouettes — elegant and imposing, yet full of tension.

their shadows stretched behind them, larger-than-life, as if their presence demanded more than the stage could contain. the audience held its breath, the stillness of the final pose amplifying the raw energy. it was a picture of controlled power, desire, and neat mess.

the world beyond the stage faded, and all that was left were the figures frozen in that moment — red and black, light and shadow — a vision of drama and allure, like something out of a fevered dream. then, as the final note lingered in the air, the curtain slowly began to close up.

you were curled up on the couch, still basking in the soft afterglow of the evening. your legs draped over nicholas’ lap, the warmth from his hand gently tracing heart-shape patterns on your ankle. the exhaustion from your final show was settling in, but being home with him — no more hotels, no more cast gatherings, no more living through an intense schedule; eight shows a week — felt like the perfect ending to an overwhelming night.

nicholas shifted beneath you, the faintest grin pulling at his lips. “you know .. .” he hummed casually, “.. . i’ve been thinking.” that was never good. you respond with a low groan, rubbing your tired eyes, “no. i’m not doin’ it.”

“can i-i’ve gotta get it out first before you tell me ‘no’,” he said, nudging your arm. “i don’t want a lot or anything .. y’know, crazy. i just want your help.”

you stopped rubbing your eyes, dropping your hand down into your lap. you gave a look that said: ‘go on’ and he did, giving your ankle a loving squeeze: “i want you to teach me how to dance.” he sounded serious, but you couldn’t exactly tell. you blinked, face and gaze blank and revealing nothing. you turned back to the television, an early episode of glee rolling.

nicholas stood up then, gently moving your legs off of his lap. he reached out his hand toward you. you had performed so beautifully with your dance partner, nicholas wanted to move with you the same. “nicholas .. .” you stared at his outstretched hand, then back up at him, “sit back down. seriously.”

“come’on.” his brown eyes soft but determined. “just a little bit. five minutes, hmm?” he was hopeful, still waiting for you. “i’ll take anything. anythin’ i can get, okay? i’ll be grateful for whatever.” you shook your head as an answer and laid back into the plush cushion, arms crossing over your chest. “nic . .. . you can’t dance,” you said in a simple, matter-of-fact voice — not trying to be harsh or mean, and nicholas didn’t take it as such.

he knew he couldn’t. “well, baby, that’s why i’m asking you to teach me.” you looked to his big hand; he made a gentle grabby motion twice, urging you — and back up your eyes went. “i can’t teach rhythm.” nicholas dropped his hand with a hoarse grumble. you sighed, feeling your body protesting the idea of getting up, but the way nicholas was still looking down at you, with that mix of earnestness and affection, made you give in. with a groan, you held out your hand — nicholas smiled wide and pulled you to your feet.

“five minutes.”

“all i need,” nicholas confirmed with a silly smile, dragging you over to the other side of the couch. your shared apartment wasn’t spacious, for no apartment was this side of queens, new york. your deep-grey tabby cat, ruby; the world’s most mischievous kitty, climbed back in through the open window and landed on her feet, gracefully. after an afternoon of racing up and down the fire-escape and most of the block ( ruby, though mischievous, was a friendly animal ), she was ready to be in her bed.

her bed; nicholas’ pillow.

“okay, so what’s first?” nicholas clapped his hands together, anticipating the next five minutes. “music,” you said, reaching down for your phone in between the couch cushions. “oh, how about from your show? i really love the gold one, what’s that song’s name?” he went over and picked up the musical’s playbill, flipping through the first couple of pages, “that song .. when you come out for the first time and look hot?” you almost laugh, unlocking your phone and scrolling through your music. “i’m not teachin’ you that, nic.”

“look, baby, if you’re worried about there not being enough room, let’s not worry, we can move this couch around some .. . throw the cat back outside-“ you stopped him right there, “or you can get out?” nicholas laughed at that, apologizing softly, coming up behind you. his hands found your waist and his chin dug into the skin of your shoulder, watching as your finger scrolled and scrolled. your finger touched down then, the bluetooth speaker in the corner coming to life immediately.

it started off as slow, lazy dancing in the living room to random musical theatre soundtracks . .. . the moonlight streaming through the large open windows, casting cool white rays over the hardwood floors — but quickly turned into a party.

you slid in from the hall opening, wearing oversized socks, loose basketball shorts, and a baggy football jersey; from nicholas’ side of the closet, your body rocking to the rhythm. you’re holding a wooden spoon, it’s your imaginary microphone, dramatically lip-syncing to bruce springsteen’s dancing in the dark, your expression playful and exaggerated.

nicholas was in the kitchen, a spatula in his hands and dragging his fingers along the handle as if it were an electric guitar, wearing a goofy grin. he’s wearing fuzzy socks, slipping across the floor, attempting to match your moves, his brown hair messy, his shirt half-tucked — this impromptu dance-off felt as though it had been going on for hours. nicholas moved to you, your energy completely in sync, lost in the fun of the moment.

you twirled away, laughing as you swung around the kitchen island, your socks giving you just the right amount of glide across the floor. you threw a hand up, pointing at nicholas like a pop star mid-performance, mouthing bruce springsteen’s lyrics. nicholas laughed, feigning a swoon, then slid back toward you, pulling you into a silly two-step.

and now you’re in the hallway again, where you’re at his side, arm wrapped around him, shuffling in time with the beat. you and nicholas sing together now, the music barely audible over your screaming voices, off-key but full of love.

you pushed nicholas away with a playful shove — he stumbled dramatically and recovered in seconds, lip-syncing passionately. as passionate as before. maybe even more so.

you end up in the living room, this time nicholas was spinning you around — as you twirl and spin with your boyfriend, the music grew louder. your body moved with his perfectly, not with precision or control, but with the kind of ease that comes from knowing each other so well. nicholas pulled you in close, your face just inches from his . .. . he’s grinning down at you like a kid, heart racing and thrashing cutely.

bruce springsteen faded smoothly into tears for fears — nicholas started his air guitar again and you bounced toward the kitchen, grabbing your wooden spoon again. braids flipped over one shoulder, you lifted yourself up onto the island in time for the first verse of everybody wants to rule the world. swinging your dangling feet and rocking your head side to side to the drums, you sang into the spoon.

and by the instrumental break, you and nicholas are skating through the hall, singing and dancing with reckless abandon, whirling and dipping, in your own little world. you’re breathless, your face flushed with laughter — watching nicholas overdo the solo guitar outro from where you sat on the couch’s armrest. he dropped onto his knees and rolled onto his back, his feet kicking into the air.

and as the strumming died, you collapsed back onto the couch in a heap, panting and drinking from nicholas’ cold bottle of pepsi. you and nicholas both jumped up startled hearing the grating pound of fists at the front door — ruby sprung from where she laid and ran around hysterically, you and nicholas scrambled to get up; you rushed behind the couch to quickly turn the blasting speaker down and he went to the front door. nicholas was squinting through the peephole, “fuck-it’s minnie .. .” ms. minnie from two doors down hated loud noises.

but she hated the young people scattered along the fourth floor even more.

[femmefatalevibe]

Tips to look old hollywood glamorous?

Establish a wardrobe curated with timeless, figure-flattering styles in luxurious fabrics like silk, satin, lace, (faux) fur, (vegan) leather, velvet, jacquard, sequins, fringe, etc.

Accessorize with glitzy, eye-catching accessories, including pearls, crystal, diamonds, and gold button accents on your jewelry, handbags, shoes, and sunglasses, or as details on your outerwear, dress, or other garments.

Incorporate embellished pieces & elements into your ensembles – elevated buttons (pearls, crystals, gold, engravements, etc.), opulent trims on the cuffs, hems, lapels, collars, and cold-weather accessories (faux fur, pearl, sequined, lamé, etc.)

Show some skin while leaving something to the imagination. Finding a balance between covering up and sex appeal is at the crux of the Old Hollywood glamour aesthetic. Try a backless halter dress with a longer hemline or a similar style top with wide-leg trousers or a silk maxi skirt. Select a bodycon mini dress with sleeves and a high neck. The options are endless when it comes to silhouette pairings and proportions.

Refine your hairstyle and nails. Opt for sleek, detail-orient haircuts with a blunt-cut, layered lob, elegant chest-length waves, or a similar haircut that offers either a sleek or well-kept tousled aesthetic. Opt for a classic nail shape (square, round, almond, squoval [square/round hybrid], or ballerina) with a timeless solid nail color (light pink, nude, beige, bright red, dark red, French tips, burgundy, dark purple, etc.).

Keep your makeup simple, shimmery, and vampy. Focus on achieving healthy, supple, and naturally glowy skin with some highlighter on the tops of your cheekbones, the inner corners of your eyes, under the arch of your brows, the tip of your nose, and Cupid's bow. Maintain well-groomed, defined, and filled-in brows. Embrace a natural or light brown eye with winged black eyeliner, definition on the waterline/tight line (inner eyeliner), and long, voluminous black lashes. Complete the look with a rosy blush, soft contour, and a satin finish or matte lipstick in a bold red, wine, plum, or dark neutral (pink beige, deep rose, etc.) shade.

[lamaisongaga]

FASHION CREDITS: JAZZ & PIANO SHOW 4.0 PART II

Due to the first part being a tad too long, here is the second part of the fourth leg of Lady Gaga's Jazz & Piano residency stage looks styled by Tom Eerebout and Sandra Amador!

For June 30th, Lady Gaga brought out her bespoke Adrián Manceras silver crystal and intricate chain fringe mini dress which she debuted in Vegas back in February!

She‘s donning the white showgirl-inspired headdress with turkey feathers and Swarovski crystals by Arturo Rios!

Of course, she can't miss out on her custom pair of Laruicci crystal statement earrings...

...and her favorite Jimmy Choo metallic silver Anouk stiletto pumps.

The same night, Lady Gaga left tongues wagging as she entered the stage in a bespoke Michael Costello fuchsia pleated cape gown with bejeweled neck and matching belt.

One of her headpieces is the Astrea black crinoline birdcage mask with bow on top (£1,500) by London-based Turkish milliner Merve Bayindir.

The penultimate show, which took place on July 5th, saw Lady Gaga taking over the stage in a custom Michael Costello x Mother Plucker Feather Company red crystallized and plummeted V-neck silk caftan with bejeweled waist.

It was topped off with a custom Haus of Gaga red crystal-embellished domed headband.

My favorite look of the night was this dreamy turquoise-colored total sequin on tulle column dress from Alberta Ferretti's Resort 2024 collection which the Haus of Gaga customized by adding plush black velvet puff sleeves.

This look was completed with the Carrie Jenkinson Millinery Spring/Summer 2024 Valencia exploding feather fascinator (£579),…

...silver-tone mixed crystal flower linear drop earrings by I.N.C. International Concepts exclusively sold at Macy’s,...

… and the Cornelia James Melissa opera-length black velvet gloves (£160).

So grateful to finally introduce designer Pamella Roland to you!

Gaga chose her Pre-Fall 2024 silver sequined tulle cape gown with starburst embroidery ($5,995) which she got customized with grey ostrich feathers at the hem.

Roland’s Pre-Fall 2024 collection is a mesmerizing homage to "the timeless allure of Dutch floral still life paintings of the 17th century by such masters as Jan Bruegal the Elder & Rachel Ruysch. This season transforms into a canvas where light, shadow, and perspective dance harmoniously, echoing the captivating essence of those masterpieces. Pre-Fall’s, asymmetrical compositions and an enigmatic mood weave their way into the collection’s silhouettes, unveiling sculptural gowns adorned with cascading ruffles and sleeves that evoke the opulent abundance found in floral arrangements."

Her vintage 1993 Jose & Maria Barrera crystal necklace completed the look.

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[styleofdiamandis]

PHOTOSHOOT: TOKION FACTORY

Back in December 2010, Marina (and the Diamonds) was photographed by JUCO for Japanese culture magazine Tokion Factory!

All of the colorful looks were styled by JAK. Makeup by Amy Chance and hair by John Blanie.

The first set of photos see Marina donning a beautifully crafted intricate sequin mini dress with Christmas sweater-themed motifs from Ashish's Fall/Winter 2009 runway show.

The black feather and gold chain bracelet, she wears on her right wrist, is by Candace Ang.

For her second look, Marina wore a purple sheer chiffon blouse with ruffled details, and pleated and gathered mini skirt seen in OLIMA's Fall/Winter 2010 debut colleciton!

Los Angeles-based iconic milliner Gladys Tamez Millinery created Marina's green felt hair beret...

...while Jimmy Choo is the mastermind behind these sexy Magnum yellow python and mesh sandals.

Next up, Marina poses in a black satin dress which she crowned with a golden metal spike visor from Ella Zahlan's "Michael Jackson" collection!

The Greek-Welsh beauty also wore a golden fringe necklace by Iosselliani, similar pictured to the one above!

Marina stuns in a black velvet mini dress with glass crosses all over from iconic designer Jeremy Scott's Fall/Winter 2010 collection which she paired with a Gladys Tamez Millinery Fall/Winter 2010 feather fascinator.

For the penultimate look, Marina takes a stance in Brian Lichtenberg faux denim print bodysuit with padded shoulders. Brian's designs are also loved by other singers like Lady Gaga, Beyoncé and Katy Perry.

Her mustard-yellow high-waisted pants from emerging designer Katie Ermilio's 2009 debut collection!

I love mismatched earrings and Marina's definitely fit the bill here!

She paired a single long chain fringe earring by Iosselliani with a white spike drop earring by former jewerly brand Kites & Metal.

Marina completed her colorful look with these Ashish Spring/Summer 2010 metallic gold leather woven platform wedges!

For the final look, Marina is sporting a bodysuit version of this Falguni Shane Peacock Fall/Winter 2010 runway look which was worn with OLIMA Fall/Winter 2010 black wool pleated mini skirt.

Marina's fringe metal necklace with star-shaped crystals on top is yet another beauty signed by Iosselliani!

Lastly, she re-wore her Candace Ang feather bracelet and multiple rings by Han Cholo including his sterling silver snake ring with red stone in the center ($270.00).

[bitter69uk]

“Tina Turner remains rock’s original Jagger, a primitive force who, glittering in sequins and a gold chain miniskirt, typically assaults the stage in mid-scream with both legs pumping, hips grinding, long mane whirling, and her mouth wrapped around some of the sexiest sounds ever set to music.” / From a 1981 People magazine profile of Tina Turner / 

Farewell to ultimate wailing rhythm and blues tigress, Nutbush, Tennessee’s finest daughter, “the hardest working woman in show business” and the embodiment of grit, sensuality and glamour, Miss Tina Turner (Anna Mae Bullock, 26 November 1939 – 24 May 2023).  Wow. This one really hurts! Even though we all knew the incomparably fierce soul diva had been in frail health for years now, the announcement of her death aged 83 still feels wrenchingly sad and shocking.  What a woman. What an artist. What a loss. No one will EVER dance in stiletto heels, shake a fringed mini-dress or whip a wig around with more abandon than Tina! A great way to remember her: seek out the single “You Got What You Wanted” from Ike and Tina Turner’s 1969 album Cussin’, Cryin’ and Carryin’ On – I’d argue it’s one of her finest moments.

[tvshowcloset]

Who: Lexi Underwood as Isabella LaRue What: Superdry Fringed Sequin Slip Mini Dress - £74.99 Where: Cruel Summer 2x01 “Welcome to Chatham”

[meltinginoz]

So I saw rocky horror with my friend last march, it was AMAZING Anyhew we all dressed up and I made Magentas space suit from the end of the movie

It’s a cheap yoga mat, I made a mock-up on several bits of newspaper taped together and tried it on and then cut it out of the mat, then I covered it in a sequin fabric (because I didn’t want to quilt the thing, my fingies don’t deserve that) and i hot glued it on the back of the mat, I cut out the neck hole and glued the fabric to the back there too, the shoulder bits, pauldrons? Yeaheahhhhh pauldrons! Are made of black glitter foam (after several newspaper mock-ups) and got glued together, in the front and back they had a strip attaching them so I could tie em on with a strip of fabric to help keep ‘em in place and to help synch the waist before adding the belt, otherwise it’s soooo hard to fanangle it all, and the cuffs are also foam and hot glue and the jester anklets are glitter aider facing in and then curled down so it shows the glitter side and had some shape, I heated it briefly with a lighter then curled it in itself and let it cool, and I added Velcro dots later on when my mate wore it in a shadow cast because what I did when I wore it was just hot glue it to itself and hope I didn’t destroy em taking em off at home

I made a second costume for the shadow cast for magenta and it was the same but I added a deep v neck.

So it’s really just a lot of newspaper mock ups, try em on, pin them to yourself, measure twice cut once cos crafting can be pricey!

Also you probs need more hot glue sticks than you think

I don’t think I would change anything on the costume it turned out really well but make sure you’re cutting thing out on the correct side of the foam cos otherwise you will end up with two left pauldrons and then you’ll do it once again when you make the second costume, idk how I managed to do it twice but eh you’d never learn if you never made mistakes

Also the yoga mat has a slit cut up the front and back to aid walking and movement, I was worried to add em but I knew if I didn’t need em I could fix the underside with hot glue and foam, if you can repair something don’t be afraid to break it

Oh yeah and I dressed as the usherette to hand out popcorn and my headpiece is glitter foam with a gem either side of Roxy and it’s all hot glued together and I sewed it to a tiara cos I wanted the option of taking it off the tiara for all my tiara needs, the popcorn bucket is a tiny washing basket I nicked from my ma and I added pink tissue paper on the inside and as a fringe and then double sided taped it all together and threaded a long ass bit of ribbon on to it to make a strap, and the collar and cuffs of my dress I sewed on, the cuffs are from my Transylvanian costume because I was warm and my shirt was a lil small (I’m just too buff for sleeves) so I cut off the sleeves, then I used the excess fabric to slap together a collar and I straight up used a mini hair tie to affix a circle of fabric over the button cos it was black, oh and the popcorn letters on the front are glitter foam too!

I make the mistakes so you don’t have to, learn from em, ask me the things :)

[uzumaki-rebellion]

“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 4, Chapter 58″

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"The chains bind my feet But they cannot bind my soul Which is free to live, to love and to choose I will claim victory Throughout suffering and woes You will see what we give of us to you…"

Young Disciples – "Freedom Suite"

The hours before dawn were always quiet for Juvay.

As some rested in full slumber huddled under blankets cocooned with soft dreams, there were others who adorned themselves for merriment to greet the sun. Yani was one of those people.

With Disa by her side putting on make-up, a flurry of activity behind them grew, the anticipation swelling in her belly to dance and cut loose. Sips of rum were passed among the women and there was no need to hide it from righteous aunties or bible-thumping parents… no… not for them. They were in Yani's home, grown, and free to drink and smoke at three in the morning.

Yani was going to throw much ass in a circle. Wind up her waist dressed like a Wakandan and St. Thomas Princess. The carnival costume adorning her body was decadent but still full of cultivated elegance with royal purple and regal gold plumes that ran down her back, creating two giant wings. She dyed her hair platinum again and glued crystal jewels all over her face. Twyla and Anika dusted gold flakes all over her skin, too. Her middle sister Felice helped refasten her sequined purple top that revealed flashes of her breasts amid glass-beaded necklaces draped around her neck. She forewent a thong bottom, but the tiny, skin-tight gold silky mini shorts hid nothing of her blessed rump.

Disa stepped from the mirror to look at her.

"Wow. Stunning," Disa said.

Since it was her first carnival experience there, Disa chose a more modest means of dress, opting to sport an aquamarine fishnet catsuit with fringe. Cut-off shorts covered her backside, but she tied a pink gossamer scarf around her breasts to decorate the bikini top that kept everything held high. She scooped her hair into a high pigtail where she glued costume jewelry all across the front.

Twyla helped Marisol decorate her face with squiggly lines and other shapes. Yani had encouraged her to bring one of her Sao Paulo costumes to wear, but Marisol wanted to blend into the crowd and enjoy a carnival celebration where she didn't have to perform or be the center of attention. Cute booty shorts and a t-shirt were all she wanted to go in. Her legs and hips were already moving fast to the music they played to pump them up. Three more of Yani's cousins prepared with them, and they passed a joint around. Yani smoked a bit and turned around to look at her ass cheeks. She clapped them and the others nodded with approval. Cupping her breasts, she checked the final ensemble and was pleased.

"Queen tings!" Twyla shouted, slipping a blunt between her gold-painted lips.

They took pictures, posing seductively for cameras and kimoyo beads. Yani passed her joint to Disa, and she puffed and passed it on to Marisol, getting a good look at her own backside in a standing mirror.

"Sexy!" Yani said, slapping Disa's backside playfully.

"You get older and things droop a bit," Disa said, wiggling her waist. "I could never get my butt to do that. One booty cheek will twitch, but I can't get the syncopation down like you and Marisol."

Twyla adjusted her feathered crown, and Yani helped make sure her costume was secured in all the right places. Yellow and orange were her colors, and Twyla's regalia matched the pageantry of Yani's. They both wanted to go extra fancy knowing that there would probably be a long time before they could do Juvay again all together. Returning to Wakanda weighed heavily on all of their minds.

The children spoke to Erik the night before. He was still in silent mode, but their babies didn't care, chatting off his ear. Yani never watched him when they spoke to their father privately on their kimoyos. But she'd ask about how he looked.

"He looks like Baba," Riki would say every time, annoyed by the question.

Sydette was more thoughtful.

"It's Baba, but his face is different. He wears his hair up and he has a nose ring now," Sydette said.

"Nose ring?"

Sydette drew a picture of a hoop nose septum ring.

"His beard has beads in it and his eyes are strange."

"Strange how?" Yani pushed.

Sydette shrugged, becoming uncomfortable with Yan's prodding.

"Strange bad?" Yani said.

"No. I don't know how to say it, Mama. It's like… he's new?"

"What did he tell you?" Yani asked.

Erik typed responses to them so the children could know his thoughts.

"He said he is fine and can't wait to see us."

Yani fixated on the word new. Yes, things would be new for all of them. She could feel a shift of change all around the entire family. She and Disa had put the finishing touches on Yani's presentation and there was a working mock-up for the birthing centers planned. Disa worked on her speech pacing with all of her experience talking on panels and moderating important conversations. The only problem Yani had with speaking was that she would get so excited about the work that she'd revert to patois mid-sentence, making Disa laugh with all of her enthusiasm.

"You're painting a picture," Disa said. "Talk to them like you used to speak to people on your Eco-Tours. Your passion will guide you. You're so cute when you fangirl about your own shit! This is just another type of performance, like when you sing in front of people. Your personality comes alive and you captivate people. You will do the same thing when you face the consortium."

The children slept as the women slipped out of the compound in two SUVs driven by Doras. Their Wakanda security wore civilian clothing to blend in with the crowd and left their spears behind. Vibranium shields would protect them all. Yani wanted to leave them behind, but T'Challa insisted that the Doras be there with them. Her fear was that the Doras would be shocked at all the carrying-on she was going to take part in. All the Dora Milaje with them seemed to enjoy their duties on the island.

They found parking reserved for them by Twyla's old job in a strip mall, and they strolled with the Doras.

"Yani! Yani!"

Several people along the way recognized her, and the Doras grew nervous at how comfortable Yani was letting people touch her. Juvay sound machines on flatbed trucks and other vehicles cranked up the music, and Marisol started gyrating and swinging her hair around the moment the sounds struck her chest. CeCe passed around personalized Juvay cups and the liquor flowed. Anika wasted no time turning up with her hands in the air, throwing her ass back on a sexy reveler with a slender build and a taut six-pack. The nice thing about having large wings on her back was that it made people give Yani room, and she danced steps that her cousins followed in formation. Marisol easily blended in with them, shaking hips, jiggling backsides, and shimmying down the street.

A vast crowd surged near Yani as word zipped through the crowds that the Black Mermaid had returned with Kendall. Rumors had swirled for years about Yani marrying a rich man and living a quiet wealthy life in a foreign. No one knew it was Wakanda because she forbid the family to reveal her wealth and status.

The dark hills were shiny with twinkling lights, and Yani beckoned the Doras to relax and dance, too. But they walked along with the spectators. The first rays of light changed the color of the sky from black to purple to blue by the time Yani met up with Kendall on the elaborate flatbed truck that housed his DJ and entourage. Soca made the people bounce wildly, and some began throwing colored paint already. Disa's eyes became enormous when a glob of purple powder smacked her on the side of the head and burst into a cloud of beautiful color all over her outfit. Yani laughed and shook her hips. Kendall's vehicle pumped out the sounds people wanted to hear, and Yani took it upon herself to lead a proper procession. Like a queen, she shook her body to the sensual rhythms, and the others followed as if they had choreographed a whole routine. They were all in sync and stopped along the way to let others rock it out with them. Marisol cut up then, bringing Brazil to the island, and Yani wished her new cousin had dressed up like the pictures she saw in Dante's photo album so the crowd could see the queendom within her. A priestess danced among them and Yani wanted them to know that.

Disa danced with Twyla until she became out of breath and lingered alongside the group to watch and drink water. Anika stayed with her and Yani loved seeing the woman laugh and have a good time in her home.

The DJ cranked up Kendall's most recent tunes, and the revelers went wild having a hometown favorite return and celebrate with them. Her cousin rapped on a mic and pointed out people as Yani twirled and kicked up her feet.

"We got a new one for ya!" Kendall shouted. "Where is Disa… Disa! Come here!"

Disa waded through the crowd and Kendall helped her get onto the vehicle with Twyla and Marisol behind her.

"This here is my cousin, and she produced this track in one day! An incredible talent. This mi other cuz from Brazil and she did her thing too, with Twyla here, and Queen Yani down there. Yes! We see yuh Black Mermaid. Run that track, Capa Don!" Kendall shouted at the DJ.

Remixed, the song was brighter and bass heavy. Kendall rapped along to his own vocals as the women bounced next to him. Yani pranced and shook her wings, listening to her voice sing about her own physical gifts. She jiggled her heavy ass and several men tried to rub up on her with their groins, but the Dora Milaje blocked them along with her sisters and cousins, who created a physical dancing barrier around her. She followed alongside the truck bed, leading a boisterous band of dancers, taking in her culture through sight, sound, the surrounding odors, and the feel of the air kissing the warm brown skin revealed all over her costume. Standing still, she closed her eyes and let the island music transport her to a peaceful place inside her homecoming before bursting with more energy and bounding down the packed road again.

On and on she danced and her family moved with her, cheering her to keep moving. Glancing behind, she witnessed Disa caught up in the music's rapture, holding hands with Twyla and Marisol. Yani bumped hips with her and they linked arms strutting to soca and shouting to passersby, "Fete it up!"

"Oh girl, I think I have cramps in my feet from dancing so much!" Disa shouted.

"No excuse!" Marisol yelled, grabbing Disa's arm and swinging her back into action.

Yani caught her breath by the time they met up with all her aunties, Dante, and the children hours later to watch the full carnival parade. She jumped back into the street when Kendall rolled back around again with another musical performer to entertain the throngs of fans. Sydette, Riki, and Joba skipped around in little feathered costumes with crowns matching Yani's colors. Joba's eyes were so huge when she peered up at Yani in all of her flamboyance.

"See me, Sunshine?" Yani called to her before picking Joba up and dancing with her on her hip.

The spectacle of so many people parading past them soon wore on the little girl's capacity to take in any more stimuli from strangers, and Yani was ready for them all to return to the compound for a huge spread of brunch. There would be more parties later, including one in her house with family. Drenched in sweat and colorful paints, the Doras led them all to their SUVs, stopping for ice cone treats before riding on. Exhausted, Yani stared out of the front passenger window and wished for more good times like that in the future.

Disa rubbed her swollen belly and pushed away from the table to put away her plate of food. There was too much food, but Leona insisted they feed well to soak up all the liquor they consumed.

Joba and the other children ran around the compound freely and there was no need to check on them because so many relatives there watched over them on top of Noxolo staying glued to them. She wandered down to the pool where Yani and Anika were already swimming and talking. Disa plopped down on a lounge chair and her kimoyo lit up. Yani's lips curled into a grin.

"Is it him?" Yani asked.

Disa knew it was Adebiyi's avatar, but she didn't let Yani know that, even though it was obvious by the way she rolled her eyes at them in the pool. She stepped away from the patio and walked down some steps that led to a lower level filled with plants and lovely flowers. Jerome sunbathed out in the open, one eye spying on her. She glimpsed the sea in the distance and headed that way. An indentation in some bushes caught her attention, and she crept closer to them, discovering another path she hadn't seen before. She walked through the bushes and descended into an entirely new section of the property that led to a beautiful cove. Sunlight dappled across the clear water and Disa sat down to admire the tranquility. Her kimoyo lit up again, and she answered it.

"Adebiyi," she said.

He stared at her face, and she touched it, forgetting she was still made up for Juvay. She became self-conscious of her revealing top that he could see from the waist up.

"Should I call you later, Lady Abdullah?"

"Disa, you can call me Disa when we're not in the office," she said.

His need for formality all the time drove her nuts. His hair was tied up with a green headwrap tucked at the nape, and without seeing his salt and pepper hair, Adebiyi could pass for late thirties instead of fifty. They started talking every other day with him giving her updates about the underwater earthquake and the findings for the Phase Two project.

"Disa," he said, as if he were testing the way it rolled on his tongue.

"Anything new?"

"A pod of humpback whales washed ashore yesterday," he said.

"Oh, God."

"We cannot determine if they were thrown off track because of the tsunami that hit Kenya and they grounded themselves on our coast, or if there is something else going on."

"Something else?"

"We detected sonar activity ninety miles off of our coast. Manmade. We are searching for illegal international military exercises. Five of the whales died, but we were able to help the others back to sea."

His face grew tight.

"What else, Adebiyi?" she said.

"We detected another underwater earthquake an hour ago. Not as strong as the others. This one was further out to sea."

"Do you think it's related to the sonar?"

"Maybe."

He tapped his kimoyo and another 3D image floated next to his. Pictures of the whales stranded and the Wakandan military helping to remove them.

"King T'Challa has advised a soft evacuation of our island citizens for safety precautions in case there's more seismic activity," he said.

He sighed, and his eyes darted away.

"I suggested to the king that we halt the Phase Two project indefinitely until we know what is going on. I did not do this to disrespect your authority—"

"No Adebiyi, I understand. It's the smart thing to do," she said, staring at all the whales lying in a dog pile so helpless on the beach.

She swiped the images away.

"I have other work that can take priority now," she said.

"I have an idea for the embassy I would like to share with you. If you are open to that."

Disa stared at him with an incredulous expression. Adebiyi offering her something freely? She became intrigued.

"There is a style of wood carving that hasn't been done in Wakanda for over a hundred years that we have used for meditation temples here. I thought maybe it is something you would like to see."

"Sure, send me holopics."

"I think you should see them in person. Holopics will not give you the full impact. There are three styles I think you will like."

"You want me to come up to the Jabari mountains?"

"When you have time in your schedule."

They were silent together for a few seconds, which soon stretched into an awkward, long silence.

"After the coronation would be best," she said.

"As you wish."

He looked away again as if he were fiddling with something offscreen to keep from staring at her again.

"Well, I hope no more marine animals wash ashore," she said.

She ran a hand over her hair nervously and forgot all the hair baubles she had glued there.

"Just got back from Juvay," she explained.

"Juvay?"

"It's a carnival celebration here. The name is really J'ouvert. It means "daybreak" in French. It's a big ass early morning party, and I danced with thousands of people and my feet hurt!"

He laughed. She watched his face, amazed at the transformation of the hard features becoming soft and quite handsome.

"After the morning breaks, there's a big carnival festival. People here party and drink… watch colorful parades. Throw paint at each other to feel free. It's a lot of fun, but I'm beat," she huffed.

She tapped her kimoyo and sent him a few images of their day with a short video. He watched it with her. The video stopped with Disa holding Joba in her arms.

"Your daughter looks like she had fun."

"Joba did, but it can get sketchy for her being around so many people at once. Her brother Riki helped her out a lot, so we stayed longer than I thought we could when they showed up."

"She dislikes people?" he asked.

"Um… she can be shy… but she is sensitive… gets overstimulated, and it becomes difficult for her."

He nodded in understanding.

"What about you? Do you have children?"

He grinned, and a photo popped up in place of the Juvay pictures.

"A son and a daughter. Din'o and Lali. Twenty and nineteen. My son is an apprentice under me and my daughter is studying to be an herbalist."

His face beamed as he admired his own progeny.

"Beautiful. They both look like you," she said.

"No, no… they get their looks from their mother."

"I would like to meet her when I come to see the structures up there."

He tugged on his red tunic shirt.

"We are not together. She is married to someone else now."

"Oh. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that… just out here assuming stuff—"

"It is fine. Our children flourish and that is all that matters to me."

Silence struck them again.

"You know, we have a celebration in the mountains that is like Juvay," he said.

"Really?"

"It celebrates the sun. Our people wear bright colors and parade around early in the morning, just as the sun rises. We make a delicious palm wine here that will make your hair shiny and thick while you dance!"

Disa touched her pigtail.

"My hair has been thinning a bit with work stress. Perhaps palm wine is what I need," she said.

She caught her words about stress and hoped Adebiyi didn't take it as a jab at his part in it. It was best to change the subject.

"Will you attend Challenge Day at Warrior Falls?" she asked.

"I will. It is rare for the Jabari people to be there. M'Baku was the first to stand there in a long time."

"I'm nervous about it."

"The father of your child will face the people and know how they feel about him."

"How so?"

"If no one faces him, the country is united. If someone does…"

"How do you feel about him?"

"I do not know him the way M'Baku does."

"I'm asking from an outsider's perspective."

Adebiyi hooked into her eyes with a solemn expression.

"I will know more when I see him up close."

"You're just scared to offend me. You think I'll run back to T'Challa and snitch."

Adebiyi tilted his head back, and his eyes narrowed.

"Prince N'Jadaka is bold and fearless. That can be a blessing or a curse. Since he has been accepted into the royal family and given the throne, then I believe King T'Challa and the Council of Elders must have good faith in him. Only time will tell. He may be different once the kingdom is his."

He leaned forward and his face became larger, floating in front of her.

"If he protects Wakanda first and foremost, I will accept his leadership."

She wagged a finger at him.

"That is a perfectly crafted answer to make me feel good," she teased.

He laughed, throwing back his head, and Disa warmed up to the sound of his voice. His eyes crinkled and then he held up his hands to her as a sign of respect.

"Until we speak again, Lady Abdullah… Disa."

His image blinked out and a warm ticklish feeling moved into her stomach. She touched her cheeks, and they were warm. Her lips upturned into a wide smile. Disa hugged her knees and watched the seawater come on shore. Charming. Adebiyi could be charming and pleasant, and she wished he was like that when they first met. Perhaps the invitation to go up the mountain was his way of extending an olive branch.

Noxolo broke her reverie by showing up at the cove.

"Sorry to disturb you, Lady Abdullah. The Royal Talon Fighter is here to take Prince N'Jadaka's grandfather and cousin back to Wakanda right away."

"Has something happened to Erik?"

Disa jumped to her feet and rushed over to Noxolo.

"King T'Challa sent the ship to escort them home. Priests at the temple requested their presence. Prince N'Jadaka is alright. They just need his people."

Disa rushed back up the path to the main house where Marisol and Dante's bags were hastily packed and carried to the Talon Fighter. Yani and Twyla greeted her as Marisol spoke to T'Challa on her kimoyo beads privately in a corner.

"Is he really okay?" Disa asked Yani.

"T'Challa said Erik is in the final stages of his preparation for return. They want Dante and Marisol to assist."

"Assist how?"

Yani shrugged. They waited for Marisol to finish speaking, but Dante pulled them aside. His face looked grim but hopeful.

"From my understanding, JaJa has to integrate aspects of his spiritual upbringing with whatever is happening to him on Mount Bashenga. My mother practiced Hoodoo, and he was raised with that and Candomble. T'Challa said that Bast has requested his roots be intertwined."

"Bast? Like the God? Their Panther God asked for this?" Disa said.

"Yes," Dante said.

"But he is okay? Right?" Yani asked.

"T'Challa said so. I believe him," Dante said.

Marisol ended the call. Her hair was already wrapped up, and she had changed into her white priestess dress. They surrounded her as she exhaled.

"He is well. At this final stage of his preparation, they want Granpop and me to help JaJa merge his belief systems into one body. It is more effective if we are there in person for them to do this. When this is done, he will go straight to Warrior Falls," Marisol said.

"We don't even get to see him before he faces the other tribes?" Yani said.

"It is what JaJa wants. There's more," Marisol said.

Disa squeezed her fingers together, and Yani put her hands on her hips.

"Two tribes have hinted at fighting him," Marisol said.

"Ohmigod," Yani wailed, covering her mouth.

"Which tribes?" Disa said.

"T'Challa wouldn't say. The Council of Elders informed him this morning of the possibility. There might be a third," Marisol said.

"Three on one?" Disa said.

"Not all at the same time. Back-to-back I'm assuming," Marisol said.

"They want to test him," Yani said.

Her voice was hard, and there was fire in her eyes.

"He will kill them all," Disa said.

Hugs were given and Disa watched Dante and Marisol escorted by two Doras onto the Royal Talon Fighter. Standing next to Yani, she held her breath as the ship shimmered with blue light and vanished before their eyes. Water from the ocean flattened as it streaked over it with invisible power. Disa turned to look at Yani.

"Let them all come for him," Yani said with grit in her voice. "He will break them, and then they'll know not to vex him no more!"

Yani stomped down the dock and left Disa standing with Twyla and Leona. The older woman slipped her arm gently around Disa's waist.

"The two of you will have to be strong. Be there for each other," Leona said.

"Yes, Ma'am," Disa said.

Twyla reached for Disa's hand and clasped it as the high tide brought water higher along the dock, making loud splashes as it smacked against the wood pillars.

"There will be trials and tribulations in the future. Yani will go hard for him and I know you will be there to back her up," Leona said.

Leona held her right hand out to sea, following the path the Royal Talon Fighter made across the water.

"Deliver me from my enemies, O God; protect me from those who rise up against me…" Leona prayed.

Disa rested in the wisdom of Dante and Marisol. They were on their way to give Erik the power of his ancestors and the assurances of Ogum. The tribes who dared go against Erik would need Leona's prayers more than he would.

After Leona ended her prayer, Disa headed back to the main house. It was time to mentally pack and prepare for Challenge Day.

Erik would finally be king. If blood needed to be spilled again, so be it. Insha'Allah.

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[petrovna-zamo]

What does it mean if Katya is putting up her costumes on depop already, new costumes? Their tour ain't even finished yet.. admittedly it's only the leotard/skirt from NY and the final number.. but im too emotionally attached to this tour that I don't want any of it sold 🥺

Well, if you want to commiserate about the fact that Katya will literally touch a piece of fabric for one second and then immediately sell it on her Depop… You’ve come to the right place! It makes me so sad too. I know she loves to immediately clean out her closet to make space for the new and she’s always done this but still it stings a little. Normally I’d say get the bag sis go ahead and overcharge for the privilege to smell your smoke and sweat soaked garments but in this case (and actually all cases because I’m sad every time she’s does this) I’m like… is nothing scared?! Katya you don’t need the money please save something! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again but in 10 years time Trixie will have a whole museum dedicated to everything she ever wore and Katya will be living in the woods without a trace to remember her by.

But if it means anything? Besides the fact that she’s definitely not as attached as us lol… No I don’t think so. She’s selling the previous versions of costumes she’s since updated and she’s done that before. Also I don’t think there will be a lot of new changes or updates for the last couple of shows since there’s only 11 left. You never know though! But it is sad that she’ll sell stuff she and Andrew/Astor Yang have made as well as pieces from drag and costume designers like Marco Marco/Dallas Coulter/Amie Sarazan… these are all very talked people and I want their work appreciated by all… but I don’t necessarily believe that means a resale is needed. The only perk is that we now know more about the clothes like the fact that she has at least two leotard versions (makes sense it’s good to have a backup). But all of this does give me an excuse to talk about the changes in the costumes she’s sold so far…

During the first leg of T&K live for the NY/NY number their dresses/leotards were a brighter pink/red sequined fabric but more high cut around the legs and they complained about it during the live pod in Austin (you can see their shapewear and after the skirt reveals they were always adjusting their outfits like it was uncomfortable) so it makes sense they updated those. The newer versions are more full coverage around the legs and are lined around the neckline. I will say I don’t like the almost silvery sheen to the sequin fabric they used this time because the dress colors look more muted? But maybe it was just what they had available. Just in my opinion the originals captured the light better in photos.

For the closing Chicago number they added the fringe to the bodysuit and gloves. 10/10 improvement. Turned cute leotards into flapper fringe mini dresses perfect for dancing. No notes.

Now for the robes they went from sequins to shiny and I think they look sleeker and more distinctive from all the other shades of red and pink they’ve previously used in the show. A+++.

The iconic Cекси outfit… loved the upgrade from the first leg to what she wore in AUS/NZ but this final version is the perfect combo of the original outfit and the more sexy update. Plus it fits better and she can move around in it more. All excellent choices here but they settled on the best for sure.

So while I’m sad about all of these original costumes being sold I don’t thing there’s anything deeper going on here besides it’s definitely ending and she’s definitely not saving anything despite all of us definitely wishing that was not the case!

If anyone has their eye on anything, especially the updated versions of the costumes, save up now and turn those notifications on because there’s a 99% chance she’ll sell them one day. Honestly there’s a lot I would be tempted to buy because I love literally everything she wears but I’d rather shes hang onto it in the off chance she wears it again. Maybe once this tour is all said and done I’ll do a full T&K Live costume retrospective and then a follow up with an in memoriam post once she inevitably sells everything…

[barbaraspinozzi]

🌿🤍💖💎🖤 From Dolce & Gabbana (Instagram) 🖤💎💖🤍🌿

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Guests graced the #DGAltaGioielleria event at Pettolecchia La Fortezza, Puglia, in head-to-toe #DolceGabbana looks:

Angela Bassett wore a white cordonetto lace column dress and silk chiffon robe from the #DGFW23 Runway collection, accessorized with an Alta Gioielleria white and pink gold necklace with "Paraiba" and "Rubellite" tourmalines and diamonds. Styled by Jennifer Austin

Maya Jama wore a crystal mesh dress with fringe completed with a white gold necklace with cross shaped pendant in pave diamonds.

Blanco wore a #DGSS24 Runway look composed of a black organza shirt with lace details and cotton wide pants with pleats.

Michelles Salas wore a one shoulder draped gown in white crepe completed with #DGRainbow earrings and a bangle composed of multicoloured sapphires.

Olivia Culpo wore a fully embroidered bodysuit in sequined fabric, finishing her look were black sandals and an embroidered mini #DGSicilyBag. Styled by Micaela Erlanger

Christian McCaffrey wore a navy-blue Sicilia-fit double-breasted tuxedo suit with peak lapels and details in silk satin and a Martini-fit tuxedo shirt. Styled by Micaela Erlanger

#DGCelebs #BeItalian

Photography Greg Kessler

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Anna-Kaci Fringe Sequin Strap Flapper Dress in Gold/Peach, $55.90

Tassel Tinsel Fringe Strappy Cami Mini Dress, $74

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[lamaisongaga]

        FASHION CREDITS: JAZZ & PIANO SHOW 3.0

Lady Gaga finally returned to Vegas to continue the final 12 jazz & piano residency shows, and brought out an entire new setlist and costumes! Make sure to check out the other looks here and here.

The fashion was put together by Tom Eerebout and Sandra Amador with assistance by Kayla Manjarrez and Gianni Catalina.

The show also came with a handful of new visuals, including this one of LG enjoying a round of poker while wearing a dress Marilyn Monroe herself would approve.

The red sequined plunging stunner with halterneck, column skirt and flower belt detail is from Rodarte's Fall/Winter 2020 collection ($1,827).

In the same visual, she wears this absolutely divine plush black velvet column dress with deep nude illusion mesh panel and rows of pearl necklaces from Russian designer Kamilla Purshie’s Spring/Summer 2024 collection.

Let's get to the show! A label I've been eyeing for some time ever since being loved by the likes of Taylor Swift and Kelly Rowland is Taipei-based Nicole + Felicia who whipped out this fun beaded fringe mini dress for their Bridal Fall/Winter 2020 collection that any showgirl would love.

She topped it off with a new Arturo Rios Faux Grass white feather showgirl headpiece 

Dita von Teese, if you please!

The Always Love You crystal-embellished silver hoop dangle earrings ($396) are made by Laruicci...

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Laruicci “Always Love You” Earrings ($396.00)

…while the Jimmy Choo metallic silver Anouk stiletto pumps provided the finishing touches.

Lady Gaga then devoured in this custom Prabal Gurung rose gold sunburst pleated silk lamé gown with hand-embroidered crystals and ostrich feather-trimmed cape.

Both her Hyperbola rhodium-plated hoop earrings with crystals in different cuts ($600)...

...and matching Hyperbola open cuff are created by Swarovski.

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Swarovski "Hyperbola" Earrings ($600.00)

The look was perfectly accentuated with these Christian Louboutin So Kate pumps coated in pink satin!

This was one of the, if not THE look most of you have been flooding my message inbox about.

LG stunned the Vegas crowd (and us) wearing a custom couture Rose Blossom metallic plissé gown by recently-gone-viral designer Robert Wun, whose been part of her wardrobe since 2013!

The silver-tone mixed crystal flower linear drop earrings are by I.N.C. International Concepts exclusively sold at Macy's.

The perfect shoe to complete the red looks of the show are by Christian Louboutin, who created the super fun Hot Chick Psychic metallic red leather slingback pumps ($852).

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Christian Louboutin "Hot Chick Psychic" Pumps ($852.00)

Another fun Robert Wun moment was this full look based on his Spring/Summer 2023 Haute Couture collection which went viral!

Signature peplum corset top in a bonded white satin, enhanced with silk taffeta ruching detail on the bust and lace-up back with matching large stole. Paired with a low-waist technical wool skirt with asymmetrical slit pleating details in anthracite.

Styled with a black & white 3D-printed headpiece with stripped coque feathers and long black gloves.

Hot, hotter, GAGA! Our girl twirled around the stage rocking a custom Garo Sparo fiery red showgirl beaded fringe bodysuit dress with hand-stoned crystal pattern and asymmetrical hem, inspired by old Bob Mackie pieces!

If you look closer, you can see that inbetween her fingers shines the Swarovski Hyperbola cocktail ring ($400).

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Swarovski "Hyperbola" Ring ($400.00)

Hell-o! Gaga brought out the best of Vegas' spirit appropriately decked out in the master of sexy dresswear: Zuhair Murad. And yes, this is the first time!

LG selected a sparkly fringe number fully embroidered in gold sequins and crystals of various sizes from the Lebanese designer's Fall/Winter 2022 Haute Couture collection, inspired by mystical arts, from Tarot and astrology to horoscopes and palmistry, to dispel the concerns of an unsettled age through the allure of their symbols.

She wore this augmented plummet shawl on stage, which was custom-made for her by Christian Cowan!

"Each ostrich feather plume was individually hand dyed to the warm tone of her exact Haus Labs shade of foundation, and curled to achieve a more dimensional effect before being embroidered individually by hand to a crinoline base also custom dyed to be her exact warm tone- all done in-house by our New York Atelier"

One of Gaga's most stunning Vegas-worn headpieces to date is another one-off-one bespoke Arturo Rios! This time: gold lamé leather orchid bouquet with large crystals peeking out between the leaves and buds.

She finished off with her previously-worn Jimmy Choo Anouk metallic gold pointed-toe pumps!

The finale look of the show sees Gaga wearing a bespoke Topo Studio NY plush black silk velvet gown with attached tails to the wrists, embroidered with over 400 cosmic crystals.

The fun feather headpiece with crystallized cap was custom-made for her by Binata Millinery.

For this look she wore Jimmy Choo's Romy black patent leather pointed-toe pumps.

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