Don't ask me what the Nom*d show was all about, it was an installation and I'm unfashionably short and turned up fashionably late for yesterday's late off-site Fashion Week show.

I could go on about it being dark and deconstructed, but that would be hackneyed cant based on previous experience.

Truth to tell I saw the top third of a few models, one of whom seemed to be waving a silver ball rhythmically from side to side under an obviously transplanted tree.

Yes, this was an installation and I was way back from the action, but conveniently near the bar so it came down to pinot gris or pinot noir.

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For some people drink selection may be the big seasonal statement at Fashion Week, but usually it's a luxury tight deadlines don't provide. So good on Dunedin's finest for distracting me.

Colleagues who arrived earlier and wormed their way forward mentioned models acting up and a whip being wielded.

I must say when the crowd cleared I wondered why there was a crushed car on the stage and what I'd missed. So check out our picture gallery and see if you can figure it out.

Last year Nom*d showed a film, this year you had to be there, unless you weren't really sure why - like me.

* For more on Nom*d's installation, read Zoe Walker's take on yesterday's shows.