Mischa Barton attends a Christian Dior show in Paris. She's very alert here. You might even say crazed-looking. Okay, I'll say it - she looks crazed. I don't care who you are, if you're getting that excited over some functionally illiterate anorexics parading around in ugly, over-priced clothes - well, you have got to get out and get some spiritual sustenance. Give your life over to the Lord. Or the Moonies. Or the Branch-Davidians (if there are in fact any left after Janet Reno's little cook-out). Worship the sun. Go to Arizona and wait for the aliens. Something. Just, enough with the fashion shows.
By the way, what's wrong with Mischa's boob?
