Mischa, Mischa, Mischa. One minute you’re making best dressed lists for pulling yourself together and into a beautiful gown, and the next you’re getting the side eye for looking like something they scraped off the floor of the coke room after Coachella. (True story: I once saw Mischa Barton stumble into an East Village pizza place at 2am on a Monday and get super weird with the cashier. She was wearing shiny leggings as pants and some kind of huge studded jacket. I didn’t believe it was her at first because I was like, Mischa Barton would never wear that, but once I got a better look at her, I realized it was.)
The red pants and off-the-shoulder shirt are okay enough, but the “Where’s Waldo?” glasses are just absurd, especially when accessorized with a book that she is holding upside down as if to say, “in case you’re wondering if my comically large glasses are prescription, they are not.”
This is all very puzzling, as when Mischa Barton gets it right, she looks amazing. Does she only have enough money to hire a stylist half the time? (Perhaps “The New CW” should resurrect The O.C.) Or maybe she has split off into two personalities who are constantly battling for supremacy: a grown lady who knows how to dress herself, and a five-year-old girl who wants to wear her dress-up costumes to school every day. I don’t pretend to have an answer, but here’s a photo of her looking most elegant just a few days before. Contrast, compare, and form your own theories.