Project Runway - Season 19 [2025]

“Oh, honey,” whispered Meg, the season’s queen bee, peeking at Chloé’s mood board. “That’s… brave. Very goth funeral chic.” Her own design, a gossamer dream inspired by the Middlemist Red camellia, was already taking shape in expensive, pre-dyed silks.

Meg went first. Her Middlemist Red gown was pretty. Technically flawless. The judges nodded. Nina Garcia said, “It’s elegant, but safe. Like a couture Valentine’s card.” Project Runway - Season 19

When Sasha reached the end of the runway, Chloé had programmed a final reveal. The model pressed a hidden button on the hip. The mycelium threads retracted, pulled by tiny fishing-line pulleys, revealing a second layer beneath: a short, sharp cocktail dress made entirely of mirrored shards—shattered compact discs she’d salvaged and dyed a pale, ghostly yellow. It was the maggot-like center of the corpse flower, turned into a dazzling disco ball of defiance. “Oh, honey,” whispered Meg, the season’s queen bee,

She worked through the night, ignoring Meg’s snide comments about “composting on the runway.” She shredded old burlap coffee sacks, dyed them the corpse-flower purple, and wove them into a sculptural exoskeleton. From the center of the bodice, she let hundreds of raw, undyed linen threads spill out like mycelium roots. The silhouette was massive, angry, and utterly captivating. Meg went first

Brandon Maxwell leaned forward, squinting.

Runway day. The guest judge was a legend: Iris van Herpen.

“Designers, you have one day ,” Christian Siriano announced, his blazer sharper than his wit. “Make it work. Or don’t.”