Cara Berjalan Di Catwalk Memakai Kebaya Novels & Stories

Matthew laughs, watching Nicole and Kye doing a little jig at the end of the catwalk. Lewis and Karly came down the runway for Roma Progettista. Karly was wearing a casual flowing dress with a multiple-coloured material; whereas Lewis was wearing black pants with a white shirt, embossed with the same colours as the dress; covering half of the left-hand side of the shirt. “I can see how art had inspired the pair” Matthew remarks; shifting in his seat as they head back up the runway.

She didn't expect that balancing her weight at certain points would be so difficult. Ah… Jane thinks it's because she's not used to it yet. It's only her first day. There will be many days spent here. "Keep your face composed, Olive. Don't let anything distract you," Brina admonishes loudly. The sound of the stick's tip clashing with the catwalk resounds. "Remember, your steps need to be consistently spaced if you don't want to fall again." The woman who's starting to understand why she needs to step consistently nods slightly. She adjusts her smile as per the stylist's instructions. She also fixes her gaze following how her face slightly tilts. Jane keeps adjusting herself following the giv

The fabric was wrapped so tightly around my thighs that my stride was reduced to an unglamorous waddle. "Daria... I can't walk," I gasped, my hands hovering mid-air as I tried to balance myself on my platform heels. "How am I supposed to walk down a rocky cliff in Batanes if I can't even take a step on your carpet?!" "You don't walk, darling, you glide!" Daria waved her hand dismissively, kneeling on the floor to adjust the hem.

"Posture. Confidence. Go!" Vance said. With no other option, Haley took a few hesitant steps down their temporary catwalk, her movements stiff and purposefully dramatic. Vance’s brow furrowed. He stood up on the balls of her feet and faced her. "Follow my example. Move in time with the beat. Yes, exactly like that. Continue. One, two, three." Haley was gradually pulled into Vance’s dominant energy. She felt as though a trance had descended upon her, transporting her back to the rigorous runway drills of her early years.

Just walk. I kept my shoulders straight, chin lifted, gaze calm. Every lesson she had drilled into me returned as though my body had simply been waiting to remember. Don't rush. Breathe. Feel the dress. Control the space. Own the runway. By the time I reached the center I stopped naturally, one foot slightly behind the other, shoulders relaxed, eyes forward. The photographers nearly blinded me. "Lena!" "This way!" "Over here!" "Beautiful!" I turned my head slowly, giving each side of the audience a moment before shifting into another pose. Another burst of applause erupted.

a woman announced quickly before heading backstage. There were a few different artists here and as soon as the first one started singing, a girl named Karli started the show. She easily strutted down the stage with her hand on her hip, wearing a gold-colored corset, blue underwear and firefly wings. She did a few different poses at the end of the catwalk before she started walking back the way she came as another girl started getting closer toward the end of the stage.

I can't do this. I can't— "Keep moving," Lila murmurs beside me, her hand firm on my arm. "Don't stop. Just walk." I force my feet to move. One step. Then another. Up the red carpet, cameras flashing on either side. I keep my eyes forward, my spine straight, remembering everything Lila taught me. Shoulders back. Chin up. Like a queen. Someone calls out, "Who are you wearing?" I don't answer. Just keep walking.

They went back to what they were doing like nothing happened. She waited and waited until the event staff signaled her to prepare herself. Janeah took a deep breath before closing her eyes. The screen door opened and she started to walk confidently. Janeah uses her hips to sashay down the catwalk in her golden heels with exaggerated arm movements to ensure all eyes are on her. Janeah stalks the stage runway with a power gaze and a fierce sashay of her hips. Her six feet and four inches ‘6ft. 4in.’ stature and long legs helps to command the eyes of any and everyone in attendance or in the crowd.

"Now, let's move over to stage two, which is, in catwalking, you have to gently move your head back and forth with the catwalk, strut with attitude, and catwalk." "Plump your legs up and down the catwalk with determination and attitude; let your body slightly bounce up and down." She educated further and went forward to demonstrate what she meant. The girls began to move and attempt to perform her movement, but it wasn't a good result; many of them couldn't get it right, including Lilith. She frowned in displeasure and placed both of her hands on the side of her waist. "You guys are doing the complete opposite, dullards!" She yelled in displeasure.

Moving away from Frank, she returned to focusing the camera on Kara. "Start walking. I want to see how the dress sways on the carpet." Kara started to move. She had to be super careful with 14 cm high shoes studded with shells and pearls on his feet. "Miss Hall, are you sure you will wear these shoes if you choose this dress later?" Kara asked doubtfully. "Yeah! Why not?" Isabela smiled crookedly. ‘Only a fool would combine that dress with super high heels.’