Alexander Wang, Rag & Bone, Prabal Gurung, Altuzarra Valerio Mezzanotti/NowFashion.com; Erin Baiano for The New York Times; Lars Klove for The New York Times Women's runway styles from Victoria Beckham, Rag & Bone, and Altuzarra. In so many ways, the title of Miguel Adrover's show, his first in a number of years, described beautifully the feeling one has after seeing the collections of some of New York's best and brightest young talent. He called it "Out of My Mind." On Friday and Saturday, hundreds of fashion people trekked between Lincoln Center and sites in Chelsea or along the West Side Highway, sometimes making the trip two or three times in a day, at a huge cost of time and money for taxis and car services. It's not surprising to me that the energy level at the shows seems on par with that for another Republican debate. Alexander Wang's show, at Pier 94, is usually a big-bananas occasion for editors and buyers. Good or bad, his collections are worth watching. But this time, if you happened to be seated within 20 feet of a corner of his rectangular set, you were out of luck. The lighting was so dim that once the models left the area in front of the photographers, the details of their outfits were lost. Mr. Wang may have been trying to suggest a sense of things being covered up, judging from his hard-edge shapes. But it doesn't matter. There are only two acceptable explanations for showing your clothes in the dark: either your generator failed or you're out of your mind. No one who loves clothes can really have a problem with how David Neville and Marcus Wainwright design Rag & Bone. They showed 35 outfits in an industrial building on the West Side, but with so many components in each outfit - vest, coat, leggings, skirt, gloves - you thought were seeing more. Is that a good idea? And their runway seemed to start in New Jersey. The designers had some wonderful things, especially the Oriental elements, like sari-inspired skirts and knit tunics, but they, too, obscured their work. Mr. Adrover was a big original force here a dozen years ago. He still hates a consumerist culture and the harm caused to the environment. His new garments were reworked from old stuff: men's dress shirts formed the many-layered skirt of a lovely summer dress; a black leather coat (probably the ugliest thing on earth in its former state) became an elegant, high-waist skirt worn with an undershirt. There is no business model here, and he doesn't care. It's a pleasure to see someone do a lot with a little. Prabal Gurung has a lot of talent up his sleeve. But which one? The caped sleeve? The one in fur? Neoprene? He has a similar problem this season with textures and prints. And he styles up his feline prettiness to being within a whisker of a Givenchy show. He ought to give himself the challenge of working with less. Victoria Beckham was in perfect lock step on Sunday: the militantly sleek dress for the woman on the go, the little black bootee with a sock stuffed in it, the new bossy bag. This was a runway show as a drill, complete with a marching beat. What do you want from a designer? You want a look, not a million things. You want a single inspiring look that you didn't have yesterday. And that's why Joseph Altuzarra's tough coats (in all kinds of classic materials) worn with blousy cargo pants tucked into tight, over-the-knee black boots worked. He had a gypsy theme going with a red floral print and fringed knitwear, but his overriding interest was to create a strong, fresh look.