Set in the cavernous environs of Sydney's Technology Park, the mood of anticipation before Therese Rawsthorne's runway was palpable. With muesli and coffee for breakfast and stretched out, sparse seating in two long rows that snaked around massive industrial pylons in an empty warehouse space, guests waited anxiously. Sigur Ros's sweet voice floated across the room, covering MGMT's 'A Time To Pretend' before Regina Spektor dreamily crooned Radiohead's 'No Surprises' (one of my personal favourite contemporary covers) setting an ambient, haunting mood within which Therese Rawsthorne would captivate her willing audience.

The first model came through huge doors at the end of the room, backlit by bright floodlights, rendering her almost invisible; ghost like in sharp illumination. Following her, a siren in red encapsulated all the drama of high glamour at cocktail hour. Indeed, Therese Rawsthorne's SS11 range seemed to steer away from her previous collections, embracing grown up sex appeal and sophistication. The signature Therese Rawsthorne easy charm remained- hidden, not too secretively, in the relaxed fits and thoughtful drapery that characterised each look. Key pieces included evening dresses in blood red, nude bandage look bike shorts with powder blue blazers and (what is becoming a staple Therese Rawsthorne aesthetic) crisp white shirts with shoulder cut outs.