Usually I am one to steer away from black and white and androgynous pieces but that still doesn't stop me from appreciating beautiful clothing. I've always loved Alistair Trung's craftsmanship and even though It's something I may not wear myself it's still a wonderful source of inspiration. Black and white garments are heavily detailed and full of rich textures, sheer silks, draped necklines and long lapels, with bright pops of colour and an interesting print that reminded me somewhat of dandelions. Each outfit looked like it had been effortlessly thrown together and wrapped around each models body only moments before, when in fact each look had been meticulously constructed and executed perfectly to create what was an eerily beautiful show. I wouldn't have expected anything less from Alistair Trung. At the end of the show each designer usually shyly walks out, bows, then quickly shuffles of stage, but when the crowd started roaring with applause I was surprised to see Alistair jump out (in what I think was a very mysterious cape) and then run off stage as quickly as he came. I couldn't help but think he was some sort of wizard and was half expecting him to vanish in a puff of smoke. Silly I know, but what a majority of shows at RAFW lacked was an individual presence about them and for me this was definitely not one of them. Eery, mysterious, haunting, are a few words that come to mind. A show that sent shivers down your spine and a little bit of magic that RAFW so very well needed. Maybe it comes easier to those who were wizards in a past life?