The Herrera show just finished here at the tents, and damn if it wasn't pointed and dandy-esque. Long feathers emerged from hats, from the backs of frocks, from nowhere in particular. The message seemed directed at the sloppy, bed-headed generation of twenty-somethings. A certain maturity was exaggerated for A/W 08, perhaps simply because Herrera is no Betsey, and never adheres to an adolescent aesthetic. With Oscar to follow, it looks like today's a day for the grown-ups.