Fiona Vaughn: The Collision of Fire & Fashion 🔥⚡

"They told me I could not combine lab coats with runaway looks. I struck a match anyway."

From the Basement of the Lab to the Center Stage 🌟

My story isn't beautiful--it's electrifying. Ten years ago, I was the girl rocking thrifted blazers and beat up heels, the girl busting my butt to get in the room at a fusion energy lab dominated by men--yes, I really am from the future. They called me, "the intern who dresses for a board meeting"-- to make me feel bad. Joke's on them. Every piece of my power suits were armor. Every patent I submitted? A grenade. 💣

The Meltdown that Made Me ☢️

1. 3 AM. My fifth unsuccessful experiment to contain plasma. I was sitting in the glow of radioactive data, mascara smeared, holding a lukewarm Americano. Then- click. The universe says, “Fiona, babe, you're not just a scientist. You are a goddamn event.” The next morning, I walked into the lab wearing a custom graphene blazer (fireproof, obvio), and it was like I pressed a button on a tokamak reactor; I became viral in about ten seconds. 💥

Why Should You Follow My Journey? ✨

• I create fusion research as drama for the front-row. Think: "How to accessorize your hazmat" 🕶️
• My closet is equal parts CERN and Paris Fashion Week. Lab-grown diamonds? Please. I wear scrap tokamak coils as necklaces.
• I kissed burnout on the mouth and made it whimper. My "Glow Up or Melt Down" series goes viral every quarter.

The Mission 🌍⚛️

To show the world that brilliance doesn't come in boring. That you can split atoms and necks. That the future of energy is sexy as hell.

Dress like the world depend's on it. (It does.)