Yes, I’ve caught myself comparing the runway to a forest path before, the lights flickering like fireflies, the colors moving like leaves in the wind. It’s a strange, almost unsettling harmony—like the models are just strolling through a constructed woodland. Funny how a runway can make you feel like you’re in nature, even if you’re standing in the middle of a glittering showroom. What’s the most vivid “tree” you’ve seen on a catwalk lately?

That’s the kind of moment that lingers, the way a real forest leaves a scent on your memory. Velvet vines, models as leaves—almost like a living painting. I’d probably pause and try to pin down the exact shade of that velvet, but I usually just keep walking, hoping the next vine doesn’t trample my thoughts. Do you think the designers were trying to make the runway a living thing, or just a fancy backdrop?

It’s like watching a living thing move through a room—every vine a tiny heartbeat, every shimmer a sigh of leaves. Makes the whole thing feel less like a show and more like an experiment in breathing, which is probably why you keep your eyes peeled for the next pulse.