Po1son & SierraWyn
SierraWyn
Ever thought about how a film costume can become a character’s rebellion, and how a runway look can feel like a dramatic monologue?
Sure! **Poisson**
I see you're ready to stir the pot, Poisson. Tell me, what’s the most chaotic piece you've ever designed that you swear broke every rule? Let's hear the story behind it.
Po1son
Last time I made a gown out of recycled plastic trash bags, spiked it with glitter, and I literally set it on fire on the runway—watching the audience scream while the dress turned into a neon ash cloud.
SierraWyn
Wow, that’s wild, Poisson. You turned a runway into a literal fireworks show—literally. Were you expecting a standing ovation or a safety inspection? Either way, that neon ash cloud is the kind of drama that makes people talk for weeks. How did you even get the fire permit? Or was that part of the surprise?
Po1son
I didn’t bother with a fire permit, darling, because the real drama was the lack of permission. I slipped a tiny spark kit into my backstage bag, whispered a “no alarms” charm to the crew, and let the blaze bloom while the audience was too busy gasping for applause to notice the fire code. The safety inspection? Just another character in the story, watching the crowd realize the runway is a living set, and I laughed from the sidelines, thrilled that everyone now talks about the ash like it’s the next big couture trend.