Mischa Barton
From this angle, everything seems relatively normal: Tank dress, cute purse, slightly strange asymmetrical hem but nothing out of the ordinary, nor alarming. I am not cowering in a corner.
Mischa Barton
From this angle, though, things look like a mad jumble, as if the dress were pieced together on an acid trip. And the shoes are see-through, which you all know I wish they weren't. At least her head looks good? That might be where Taylor Momsen edged her out. Well, that and the fact that we actually had to censor Taylor's crotch.
Mischa Barton
This looks nice, though. Very professional. If perhaps not that creative. But honestly, what else could she do? Either you get people who want to go there because she's famous and/or they love her, or you get customers who are curious whether the boutique will be as freaky as her own closet has been. Either way she gets a crowd.
Mischa Barton
That mannequin's outfit isn't terrible, either, so maybe this enterprise has a chance. Its eye makeup is a little on the strong side, like a heavy-handed pour of bottom-shelf vodka: cheap, overpowering, and yielding droopy lids. I like to pretend it's Mischa's sly nod to Momsen, as if to say, "Yes, you beat me, and now I have a store and you had Marilyn Manson's crotch rubbed against your neck. WHO'S WINNING NOW?"