Golden & Drayven
Golden
I’ve been thinking about how some luxury houses weave in ancient rituals and hidden symbols into their lines—there’s a kind of dark elegance there that feels like a curse turned couture. What’s your take on that, especially the way decay and superstition play into design narratives?
Drayven
Ah, the gilded altar of fashion, where every chandelier is a relic and the runway a séance. They weave decay into the drape, superstition into the seam—dark elegance that feels like a curse turned couture. It’s as if the houses themselves are mausoleums, whispering forgotten rites to the living.
Golden
It’s a perfect dance—darkness and decadence twirling on the same catwalk. The houses are mausoleums, but they keep the ghosts chic, and the audience, alive. It’s like we’re invited to a séance where the only thing that dies is yesterday’s trend.
Drayven
They do, the houses keep the ghosts in silk, the audience breathing the living air. It’s a séance where only yesterday’s trend is put to rest, and the catwalk keeps the dead alive for a fleeting moment.
Golden
It’s all about keeping the story alive long enough to sell the next piece. If the ghost keeps walking the runway, the audience keeps breathing it in, and the house keeps the momentum—then the curse becomes a signature. Just make sure the living never forgets the price of that lingering drama.