Runways are like a stage where lights flare and every footfall is a gamble, a splash of color that could paint a masterpiece or a mess. I’ve got the brush, you’ve got the chaos—let’s splatter something that’ll make people stop, stare, and maybe question why they’re even watching. Ready to stir the pot?

Sure, let’s smear the runway with glitter and whispers, a cocktail of broken glass and bright neon that’ll leave them gasping for a second look. Bring the chaos, I’ll add the brushstroke of madness.