Mischa Barton: That Vodoo That You Do So Well

June 1, 2009 · Print This Article

Must Have Left Her “Will Pose For Food” Sign In Her Purse

In lieu of actual talent or even a whiff of a titillating scandal, Misha Barton has been using the time during her extended hiatus from any discernible form of employment since The O.C. to mount a futile effort to pass herself off as some sort of fashion icon, like the long-lost love child of a petri dish rendezvous between Nicole Richie and the Olsen twins with an accidental DNA dose of Agyness Dyn.

There was her Woodland nymph period were she was some kind of foot soldier in the Headband Army that’s led by General Blair Waldorf and Brigadier General Aubrey O’Day, with an assist from Colonel Paris Hilton. And of course who can forget her Annie Hall meets Ellen DeGeneres stage in baggy pants and bowler hats. As if an outfit switcheroo will land her a Shakespearean script instead of a part as Blonde Girl #3. Her latest look is brought to you courtesy of M.C. Hammer and his country crossover hit, “Please, Hammer, Don’t Let Your Baby Grow Up To Wear Fugly Flannel.”

However, those Louis Vuitton shoes are in a totally different category of crazy. Oh, Misha. It’s nice to see you go out and do that voodoo that you do so well. We suspect she puts them on and prays everyday that the CW pilot for The Beautiful Life gets picked up so she can stop making up blog posts about her life. Hmmm, maybe we should get a pair of LVs and start praying for the same thing, too. Or better yet that she just fades into obscurity.