I probably heard Wednesday’s big question a hundred times yesterday: Are you going to Sonia Rykiel? Are you going to Sonia Rykiel? There was a lot of vacillation. Natalia Vodianova was going to politely decline—as everyone was bemoaning, the venue was miles away, and she had Stella McCartney at 9:30 this morning—but then when Carine Roitfeld asked her to sit at her table, she bucked up the energy. And when it was revealed that the dinner that was to follow the show would be very placement and that the empty chairs would be identified for the world to see, that helped round up a few more people. Liz Goldwyn, who provided an essay on Sonia Rykiel for an upcoming exhibition on the designer’s work at the Louvre, wasn’t going to miss it for the world. “I admire Sonia Rykiel so much,” she said before the show began, adding that she and Dita Von Teese were waiting with bated breath to see what the designer would come up with. “She’s a strong woman, but knows the power of sex. She knows how to have her cake and wear a corset, too.” For Emma Watson, the highlight of the show was the finale, for which 30 designers—everyone from Karl Lagerfeld to Jeremy Scott to Olivier Theyskens—each created a tribute look to Madame Rykiel. “That was awesome!” the Harry Potter star said. “How come all the shows aren’t like that? I think they should be.” Watson wasn’t the only one who was moved. “After that, I’ve retired from shows for good,” said Irina Lazareanu, who had previously told me that she wasn’t going to do any shows this season. “I mean it!” Uh huh.
If this whole supermodel thing ever gets old for Jessica Stam, she should totally think about a full-time gig as a party hostess. Last night at—where else?—Régine’s, the supermodel hosted perhaps the chicest, best-attended charitable event the seedy Paris dance club has seen in years. Both Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen came, as did Emma Watson, Leigh Lezark, Lauren Santo Domingo, Kate Bosworth, Lazaro Hernandez of Proenza Schouler, Ryan McGinley, Caroline Sieber, and a slew of other well-turned-out fashion weekers. But here’s the kicker: Stam didn’t even bother with an invite. “And I barely told anyone about it,” the blue-eyed Canadian said. “It was all word-of-mouth.” Apparently, with a one-bottle-of-Champagne-per-guest ratio (well, McGinley had two), people’s mouths weren’t only being used for party chat. Watson and Tinsley Mortimer had a dance-off and swapped tips on dirty dancing; Alex Wang and his posse were, as he put it, “getting wild”; Ashley Olsen’s corner jam session was only interrupted once, when a security guard asked for a photo with her; and Bosworth confessed to an unhealthy love for Hernandez, and not just because he makes her pretty dresses. All of which pleased the hostess. “In my humble opinion,” she said, “this is without a doubt the most fun party of fashion week.” Perhaps the reason for the inhibition-free dancing was the evening’s charitable aspect: a portion of the revenues from the night will go to Covenent House, a New York City-based organization that gives aid to homeless children. “And oh, we didn’t allow any photographers,” Stam added, “which always makes for a wilder crowd.” Good thing I brought my own camera.