Depicting a girl who never really emerged from her deep, intoxicating dream-filled fall slumber, Antonio Marras didn't make it easy on the fashion crowd, bleary-eyed after a jam-packed day of shows and presentations.

The set was staged with a wild teetering tower of plaid-lined wardrobes and chairs straight out of Alice and Wonderland, with models blending into the decor like an optical illusion.

Dressed like a Scottish militia fighter who knows how to make her own haggis — from the kill to the table — the Marras girl was wearing kilted half skirts and half pants, cable knit military green gloves and winter hunting caps.

Her transparent silk jumpers were printed with dogs and dalmatian dots, reminding us that she is just a girl who grew up falling asleep to fairy tales and lullabies. Wandering out into the night, she wore a yellow, ruffled nightgown and sandals, echoing this image of an orphan with a lost, Jane Eyre-sort of soul.

The show ended with a theatrical portrayal of two models moving ever so slowly from the wardrobe prop, held steadfastly by rope, to the haunting sound of a barking dog filling the air — symbolic of a woman who lives in a constant state of nostalgia of her childhood.

The last show of the fourth day of fashion week, Marras forced the fashion crowd to emerge from its own bleary-eyed state and follow this surreal circus. But had it been the first show or the last show, it wouldn't have changed the fact that it was all — from start to finish — a complete trip, and not in the voyager sense.