Light. Dark. Soft halos that wrap around the face, put a sparkle in the eye, caresse the skin, make sequins glisten. Light carves beauty from out of the shadows. We call it Chiaroscubie-doobie. Others call it magic. And we bring it while embracing your mood, your theme, your style. No black-clad fisherman's vest-wearing wallflowers bear The Orb. We weave ourselves into the fabric of your party.