Alright, well there was a lick of a horsey blonde fringe. But aside from that at "Jarrad Godman x Servilles" - which I assumed to be a show about hair - every strand from every scalp on that runway was swathed in fabric. As were the models' faces.
In a cool way? If you consider what I can best describe as geometric poops bandaged in fabric and string to be cool then, yes, next level cool.
As the first model stepped out, I imagined how she must have felt back when she got the call to be a part of Fashion Week. She was likely thrilled. Her parents surely proud.
But as she trotted blind down the runway, balancing clusters of knotty nuggets by bobbing her head like one of those plastic noddy dogs, I imagined what she must now be thinking: "I did not sign up for this."
I wasn't sure whether to frown and nod "knowingly" or swig away at my free cocktail and wait for the liquor to help me make sense of what I was looking at.
A nod to McQueen's collection, The Horn of Plenty? Perhaps. The art to fashion ratio was heavily tipped to the former.
Couldn't there have been some suggestion of runway to real way? Just a whisper of wearability. Sure, poo crown upon poo crown was paraded with some covetable garments: An oversized metallic bomber jacket, wintry floral prints and ethereal red dresses. But will anyone be ditching their blow wave for this headgear in a hurry?
I looked past the stiff, twisted horns that managed to look erect without being phallic. Past the faceless faces to the front row. And I noticed the comparatively pimple-like knots dotted atop some punters' heads.
Would this become 2017's horny reboot of the top knot?
If so, I hate to break it to you but our beloved dirty-hair-day 'do is set to become about as on trend as a long plait under a Gloriavale bonnet.
The final verdict? Bold, bizarre, and reminiscent of McQueen, Servilles may be onto something here. Something that's too cool for me and my hairbrush, that's for sure.