My attendance at Adam Andrascik's show was somewhat last-minute — finding the London combination of on- and off-schedule now almost as bloated as New York, I've really only been going to Charlie's show and a couple of other favourites outside of Paris — but it was good to see a few familiar digital faces when I walked through the doors of the Royal College of Surgeons: Louisa, Susie, Simon and Gurd were all present and correct. The venue was rather intriguing, one I'd never visited before. And while I'm not really sure the set-up was necessarily the best for a fashion show (poor lighting, awkward seating arrangement), the idea of scalpels slicing through flesh translated well to a collection where Adam has evolved his surrealist graduate look of haphazard tears to a more streamlined splicing of fabrics. The cuts and fabric placement were sharp, precise, and the colour palette graphic. It certainly felt more grown-up than what he showed, for example, last year as part of Selfridges Bright Young Things. But grown-up isn't necessarily what you want from a 'young designer', and at times the collection felt a little bit restrained. As Mother Duck said, "I would wear all those pieces, but I probably shouldn't be the target market for someone just starting out." The first two dresses shown above, in either white and black or red black, were my absolute favourites. But I can also see Charlie slipping into that simple knee-length white shirt dress.