Halloween Carnival: Haunted Glamour & Gothic Beats by DJ Laurinda | Episode 5: Phantom Suit Leone.
Presented by Nexth iTV+ | Brand Art Emotion Remix Edition
Where art flirts with night—and emotion wears couture.
Welcome, night dreamers and moonlit lovers.
Step past the velvet curtain and into the heart of Princess Laurinda Art Gallery, where elegance whispers through shadows and desire takes shape in color, rhythm, and scent. Tonight, the gallery transforms—not into a space, but into a spell.
This is not merely an exhibition.
It’s an invocation.
It breathes with longing, sighs in silk, and glows beneath the mask of midnight.
Every inch of the gallery vibrates with duality—beauty and danger, softness and steel. It’s a place where Gothic allure meets romantic opulence, where each wall hums with hidden emotion. Candlelight shivers across portraits of half-seen faces; shadows lace themselves around sculptures that seem to move when you’re not looking.
Under the violet chandeliers, fog drifts like lace.
Crimson petals scatter across marble floors.
Somewhere between the scent of roses and silver smoke, the Halloween Carnival begins its haunting waltz.
The Vision of Princess Laurinda
The world of Princess Laurinda Art Gallery is more than visual—it’s emotional architecture. Her aesthetic is instantly recognizable: Velvet, Light, and Dream. Every creation carries her signature fusion of Gothic romance and modern sensuality.
Imagine blushing pink silk brushing against black satin. Imagine red light spilling across cold chrome. Her palette speaks the language of secrets—soft and dangerous, tender and defiant. Within every hue, there’s a confession. Within every shadow, a heartbeat.
Princess Laurinda’s art does not sit politely in frames. It breathes.
Her brushstrokes are like pulse lines—traces of love remembered or longed for.
Each painting feels like a lover’s whisper caught between dream and waking.
And tonight, those whispers turn to music.
Where Art Becomes Sound
As the audience drifts through the gallery, the air thickens with rhythm.
A bassline rises—soft at first, then seductive, like a pulse growing bolder.
The soundscape blooms into Phantom Suit Leone, the night’s romantic centerpiece—a sonic embodiment of Princess Laurinda’s visual world.
It’s more than a song.
It’s the mirror image of her gallery—a reflection of emotion dressed in fashion and flame.
Lyrics Meaning | “Phantom Suit Leone”
In Laurinda’s universe, Leone is the phantom prince of style and desire—a man stitched in elegance and contradiction.
His muse, Velvet Leather Bella, embodies allure and danger, beauty and rebellion. Together they waltz through a world of polished sin—his confidence a mask, her love a weapon.
Every lyric is a brushstroke in Laurinda’s emotional gallery.
Each note glows with the tension between art and heart, luxury and vulnerability.
The result: a Gothic love story you can see, hear, and feel.
Verse 1
Oversized BB suit, red tears in the seams,
See-through silk beneath, a shadow from my dreams.
Black Maserati hums through the city’s glow,
Velvet Bella’s name in the smoke I blow.
Pre-Chorus 1
Smoky eyes under moonlight’s reign,
Business crown but a heart untamed.
Your leather scent cuts through the night,
Bella, you’re the sin I wear in style and spite.
Chorus 1
Phantom Suit Leone, king of the year,
Gold flash, black charm, every glance sincere.
Velvet Leather Bella, your fire’s my drive,
In this haunted waltz, we come alive.
Verse 2
Vintage BB shoes tap the marble floor,
Paparazzi flash but I crave you more.
Punk makeup streaks like the night’s perfume,
Your name is written in my smoky room.
Pre-Chorus 2
Red-lined cuff and a devil’s grin,
Every move I make, you pull me in.
Velvet Bella, you’re the spark, the scene,
The muse of my midnight magazine.
Chorus 2
Phantom Suit Leone, in black and red,
Drives through dreams where angels dread.
Velvet Leather Bella, my heart’s parade,
In your gothic fire, I’m unafraid.
Bridge (Ad-libs)
“Bella… your name… like smoke in my vein…”
“Leone… phantom flame…”
Final Chorus
Phantom Suit Leone, master of disguise,
Your touch in my mirror, your lips my prize.
Velvet Leather Bella, queen of my art,
You haunt the rhythm inside my heart.
Outro
“Velvet Bella… your phantom’s still near…
Red and black… our waltz of the year…”
The Gallery Comes Alive
Under Princess Laurinda’s creative reign, the gallery transcends walls and frames.
The paintings begin to move, the sculptures seem to breathe, and the music becomes part of the light itself. Phantom Suit Leone is no longer just a performance—it’s an atmosphere, an emotional masquerade unfolding in motion and melody.
Guests drift like ghosts in couture, every gaze meeting another story. The chandeliers shimmer in sync with the beat. Lovers pause before portraits that seem to watch them back. It’s a night where reality blurs into romance, and art becomes a heartbeat shared among strangers.
This is Princess Laurinda Art Gallery—
a kingdom where every stroke is a secret,
every note a kiss,
every shadow a sigh.
Here, art doesn’t just hang—it lives.
It seduces. It remembers. It dreams.