In Struttin’ Through the Struggle, Alkēbulan choreographs a radiant contradiction—a fashion procession through a labyrinth of rust and resilience. The technicolor catwalk isn’t rolled out by luxury brands but by survival itself, woven with laundry lines, PVC piping, and ancestral prayer. The cloaked figures are avatars of postcolonial glamour, traversing a neon runway carved into the beating heart of the favela. Each step is a protest, each silhouette a symbol. They do not walk despite the struggle—they stride through it, heads cloaked high, becoming the very thread that binds future to ruin. This is style as software update. This is slum-coded haute couture. This is cyber-ritual with drip.