Think: maximalist camp meets DIY art school. Unicorns takes over warehouses and club spaces across Sydney, draping them in neon, tinsel and dreamy lighting so everyone looks like they’ve been softly airbrushed. Themes change each run, but the dress code is basically “go hard or go home”: wings, wigs, sequins, harnesses, and whatever fantasy you’ve been waiting to test-drive under disco lights.

The dancefloor swings from shameless pop sing-alongs to clubbier, sweatier stretches, broken up with performance art, gogo moments and surprise acts that feel like fever dreams you actually remember. Off to the sides you’ll find cuddle nooks and shadowy corners that double as gossip pits and make-out zones, watched over by a crowd that’s proudly gender-expansive, body-diverse and delightfully extra.

Unicorns doesn’t run every weekend, so treat it like a rare constellation: stalk their socials for the next Sydney date, plan your look, and surrender to the chaos. It’s the kind of night where you’ll lose a fake eyelash, gain three new crushes, and walk out glittering in places you didn’t know you had.