Hell yeah, I’d tear into an abandoned train yard with rusted rails and a busted freight elevator—imagine the lights flickering from a busted neon sign, dust swirling in every corner, the smell of old metal. It’s raw, chaotic, perfect for a glitch‑inspired runway where models strut like glitchy ghosts. That’s the kind of spot that makes you feel the edge of reality, so yeah, that’s my dream shoot place.