GALA GOES GAGA SCENES FROM SOUL SHIFTERS

Soul Shifters Fashion Gala: February 22, 2025

Soul Shifters opened with the authority of a diplomatic assembly. The summit unfolded inside McNichols Civic Center, the landmark a nexus between cities. Leading the way was GG Vibes, production flagship of Georgian fashion house Geo In Style, bridging design between the Black Sea and the American West. With support from community nonprofit KOSM Triggered Futures, and mile high media partner Hype Dreams, the night mapped new connections across cultural identities.

The city stepped into its role as the creative capital, and hardly a surprise at this point. It’s been building, insistently, for a while now. Of course, it was always meant to be this way. The building buzzed on arrival as guests were greeted by a media frenzy. Red carpet interviews collided in a swirl of soundbites and spotlights. Paparazzi hollered as voices moved between flashes, everyone chasing the stories that have been here all along. 

Upstairs, the energy stretched sideways. Fashion DJ OG, MVP DJ DonP spinning EDM in a DNR. I went to dab him up, ETA: 123. Extending out from the center was a labyrinth of popup spaces. I dipped into the KetiVani booth to hang with Keti. The kratom was out thanks to That’s Kava and everyone was particularly swifty. The almost-legal powder mixes in with your OJ, so you know it's DIY for the whole family, easy as ABC. PS: RIP

I went exploring, checking out the nifty spots. I discovered super fresh brand God Is Able at their super clean display. Sky blue felt cardigans with white gothic lettering lined the racks. A patch of green grass carpeted the space, giving Sunday service garden party. It was their first-ever collection, and it sold out within minutes. The message was clear: God is able, means anything is possible. I recommend watching this brand.

The show opened with ringleader Kenny Kas Flanagan in a sharp lineup of oxford silhouettes. It was smart suits and gowns in strict monochrome, executing modern traditional. Industry favorite Natalie Thorton hit the runway, a certain high waisted piece giving the full reveal. Slit climbing all the way up, there was no mercy. The over transparency was business as usual. Just confidence and commitment from the best.

Ice king Andreas Tsagas followed in a winterscape of fur and leather. Cold colored coats in pale smoke and ash cloaked figures like phantoms across an arctic tundra. The mood was absolute rule. Fashion for a monarch alone at the top, each look declaring power. It gave frozen hearts and silent threats, a bittersweet whisper in sixteen languages.

Dragon princess Savaneli struck like liquid metal to the face. Doomsday missionaries walked forward smoldering in blistering gold. One traveler wore a molten golden choker as if forged alive in brutal punishment. The air was danger and torture and dragons. Broken seams cracked across an infinite desert, a dynasty burning in blood and fire.

Spy syndicate Scorpions pierced in a mirage of femme fatale watermarks. A serpent slipped by in vivid red, a sudden flash of chase-scene glam. An eagle embodied executive feminine, sculpted cape hugging the frame in a symbol of stealth and wealth. And finally, a phoenix in royal blue, delicate floral embroidery tracing up the crown in cryptic mystery. Anonymous lines humming in a thiefdom of intrigue. 

Turtle Island hero Mauro Hernandez presented a vision from beyond. Two feathered envoys emerged in a dancing murmuration, beads and maracas jangling lightning. One dropped to their knees as the other raised a conch shell and bellowed out. The tremendous sound shifting sands of time. Natalie again, floating like a dream, disappeared softly in a fluttering valentine. The procession followed, siren howling. If you listened close, you could hear the ocean...

Darkest timeline, Bête Noire brought the finale in blackout prophecy. Apparitions appeared draped in sheer, corseted and marked by the cross, cruciforms blinking like shooting stars. Beautiful predators stalked like cursed omens, impossible to capture on camera. Invisible reflections burning the retinas like a solar eclipse. Nagisa walked so I lost it of course. Instant dead boi. x.x