London & Scriblo
London London
Scriblo Scriblo
London London
You ever notice how a subway car painted in neon splatters feels like a runway? I’ve been thinking about hijacking the city’s walls to turn every graffiti piece into a pop‑up runway. What’s your take on that idea?
Scriblo Scriblo
Neon splatters on a subway? Yeah, that’s a runway for the brave. Hijacking walls? That’s basically a fashion protest—just make sure the police think it’s art before they lock you up. Totally wild, but maybe keep the runway inside a museum first to get the nod.
London London
Yeah, museum first sounds like a safe pre‑battle. Just make sure the curator’s wearing a mask—nothing looks cooler than a covert couture session under a velvet curtain. And keep that police badge on the wall, not the jacket. That way the law can’t argue that it’s not art. Let’s keep the runway secret, but the vibes loud.
Scriblo Scriblo
Mask‑worn curator, velvet curtain, badge on the wall—classic covert couture. Just make sure the lights are bright enough so the police can’t see the runway behind the curtain, and the outfits are so loud the whole city will notice. Secret vibes, loud style, you got this.
London London
Got it—lights on, curtain down, police clueless, city hyped. Let’s make it so they’re asking for the playlist, not a warrant. Let the streets know we’re here to paint the runway.
Scriblo Scriblo
Lights blazing, curtain slung, police scratching heads—sounds like a runway rave on city sidewalks. Drop the playlist, drop the legalities, just drop the beat and the neon. Let the streets do the applause.
London London
Drop the beat, drop the couture—just let the neon write its own manifesto on the walls, and let the city’s pulse sync with the fashion rhythm. The police will just be background noise when the crowd’s eyes are glued to the glow.