We’ve seen some big stars like Thandie Newton and Halle Berry in Erdem’s creations, and last night, at the ultra exclusive (so exclusive, you practically needed a secret handshake to get in) premiere of The Suicide Brothers—a film starring Keira Knightley and Rupert Friend—Keira showed up, all hard bangs and Erdem maxi dress.

Ms. Knightley’s stylist and friend, Leith Clark who like Erdem is Canadian, chose the butterfly covered creation—carrying on with the insect and bugs theme that is the designer’s leitmotif. It was a brilliant choice, and seemed to match Keira’s quirkiness: “Isn’t it beautiful?” said the actress. Yes, in fact it was.

We’ve admired Erdem for many seasons—well before he was fashion’s “next big thing”. But it’s hardly a surprise that fashion journos have traditionally been lukewarm to the Canadian-Turkish London-based designer. His prints, all blurry and off-kilter are definitely an acquired taste for many. But his “hang on, I am going to hurl” prints are indicative of what is going on right now in fashion—a jerky roller coaster ride of of perching highs and stomach dropping lows, with euphoria and nausea in equal doses. In other words, what we have lived with in fashion for the past year.

But this dress was more calm, sedate, even happy. Could Erdem be telling us something? Keira was anyway: “It’s perfectly comfortable. I may even just sleep in it tonight.”

—CHARLEY B.

I got to Elie Saab this morning, drinking a triple espresso and eating a croissant out of a brown paper bag while laughing at my wrinkled, plaid self in the presence of Rodarte-wearing Kate Lanphear and French movie stars in sequin mini-dresses.

They were, I’ll admit, more appropriately dressed to watch a vampy collection of red carpet ready dresses parade down the white runway. Jessica Stam, looking particularly perfect and glowing, opened the show with a polished French twist, red lips and a beige Roland Mouret-y dress. The palette went black, with feathers, capes and sequined leggings pulled down over patent heels, before turning to baby blues and dusty greens.

In a Zac Posen repeat, someone murmured, “Work it girl!” when Coco came strutting down the runway - she really does ooze personality. Meanwhile Sasha looked dizzyingly thin.

There were rhinestone encrusted bodices over flowing skirts, and more than one look featured a single dainty driving glove. The only question is, who will wear the black beaded gown first, Halle Berry or Debra Messing?