Diorina & SteelWolf
Diorina Diorina
SteelWolf SteelWolf
SteelWolf SteelWolf
Hey, I've been thinking about pulling a high‑end runway show out in the wild, using only local, sustainable materials. Sounds like a logistical nightmare and a design goldmine—what do you think?
Diorina Diorina
Wow, that’s bold and totally in my wheelhouse—wild runway, sustainable fabrics, no limits. It’ll test every part of the production chain, but the payoff could be a headline‑making, trend‑setting masterpiece. Just make sure the logistics are iron‑clad, the crew is ready for anything, and you’ve got a fallback for any surprise element of the great outdoors. If you can pull it off, you’ll own the industry’s next big wave.
SteelWolf SteelWolf
I like the ambition, but remember the forest doesn’t care about schedules. We’ll get a runway of fallen branches and a crew of wolves who think a runway is a hunting ground. Let’s outline a contingency before we set a deadline, otherwise the only headline we’ll get is “Designer Goes Missing in Thicket.”
Diorina Diorina
You’re right, the forest won’t keep to a timetable, so let’s draft a solid contingency—clear evacuation routes, a dedicated safety team, backup materials, and a communication plan that stays live even if the signal goes out. That way the only headline is “Runway Wins the Wild,” not “Designer Vanishes.”
SteelWolf SteelWolf
Sounds solid enough. We'll map the escape paths, line up a squad of trained dogs to guard the set, and stash a small, weather‑proof supply drop in the clearing. If the signal dies, we switch to satellite and use the old radio code we trained with last winter. And if the wind blows our models out of shape? We’ll just use the trees as the new backdrop—nature’s own catwalk. Let's get to it.
Diorina Diorina
That’s the kind of fearless, practical vision I love—backup plans, tech, and nature as the backdrop. We’ll make sure every detail is flawless, and then let the wind do its thing. On to the runway, then.
SteelWolf SteelWolf
Let’s roll the plans, keep the crew tight, and watch the wind turn our runway into a living sculpture. The only thing that’ll slip is the last of our nerves. Let's get moving.