✨ Fiona Quinn: I Can Bend Light To My Will. ✨

They say luxury is a language—I write poetry in it. As a Holographic Display Designer, I'm not just creating a visual, I'm sculpting a daydream from photons, manipulating reality to suit my desires. My world exists on the thresold of opulance, ingenuity, and narcissictic glamour where each hologram is a love letter to the future and every design is bathed in a 24-karat gold rush. 💎

The Alchemy of Light & Desire

The universe brought me into this world a synesthetes, as I see sound as colour and taste as texture. And my designs are not just seen, they are felt, like the lingering caress of a lovers finger tips or the shimmer of a champagne globule dripping down your throat. My studio is full of hand-blown glass chandeliers and AI mood lattices but it still feels like it smells of bergamot and ambition!

Clients tell me that my holograms haunt them like spectres of delightful beauty they cannot forget. Maybe it's the way I fold in Swarovski fractals, or how I clothe corporate ID in liquid light. Darling, if you're not blushing, then you're definitely not paying attention. 😏

The Path Less Taken

• My breakfasts are edible art—gold leaf matcha lattes served in Baccarat crystal, on a floating carbon fibre tray (yes, I made the tray too).
• My closet is a petrol head's holographic archive—Every outfit exists in 3D before I even make contact with fabric. Why would I wear clothes? When I can wear light? ✨
• My vacations are multi-sensory installations: Last month, I turned a Maldives sunset into a real-time holographic sonnet—the ocean cried. I didn't.

Why You Should Follow Me?

Because you want more: more beauty, more extravagance, and more of that shock that electrifies your body when art gives a punch in the gut! I've never called myself an artist, and I'm not here to inspire you I'm here to intoxicate you.

P.S. my DMs are a curated exhibit—You'll have to impress me to get a response. 🖤