Lately, I've been quite impressed with the window displays in Sydney.
Firstly, there was David Jones' spring floral bonanza, an excessive botanical display that extended beyond the windows themselves transforming the entire ground floor of their Elizabeth Street store into a rainforest in which sales people and products were hiding.
Then there was Akira's Strand arcade window with coppery, metallic transparencies of a haunting image of a dress hanging in a room with a chair in the background and possibly a bike covering the entire glazed facade of the shop, that really portrayed Akira's aesthetic.
Finally, there was (and still is) Assin on Oxford St, whose windows show armies of Ann Demeulemeester sparkly beetle brooches diligently marching towards carefully selected Ann Demeulemeester clothing and shoes that hang in the otherwise white boxes.
(still not Dover Street Market or Selfridges though)