Set inspired by Lime Crime's Cosmopop Lipstick, for which I wrote the vignette:
If anyone knew how to arrive in style, it was her: the line outside the Cosmopop Club couldn’t help but turn their heads in unison, as if by remote control, when she pulled up to the third floor entrance on Sixth Avenue. The spotless white door to her convertible Ferrari Hovercraft opened to reveal pale orange leather seats and, at first, a single, shining white boot. She was tall already–with the platforms, she owned the street. She parked her hovercraft with the authority of a queen beside a large sign that read No Parking, removed her large white sunglasses to take one quick look at the man taking money from the patrons, and strode through the open neon purple door behind him–and that was when the party began.