Jaime King

I mean, WHAT IS THIS. Her head looks great, as usual, and then suddenly she's slinging hash in a Laura Ingalls Wilder-themed greasy spoon. (I was going to make a brothel joke instead -- Little Hos On The Prairie -- but then I got worried people would interpret that as me calling HER a ho, which would not at ALL be the intent. But then I guess I typed the joke anyway, because I can't resist a pun. So. In sum: It's a silly outfit. Although I have to applaud her for giving it a straight face.)

Jaime King

Here she actually IS in Vegas. And she's actually kind of selling this crazy thing. Also, LOOK at that cuff bracelet. I might have just fallen for this a little.

Jaime King in Balmain

And then, a Jenndashian Special. Those skirts always look like someone is poking their legs through a giant flower bud. And something about Balmain tops always look really... sweaty and constrictive, to me. As if my deodorant would capitulate to it within about ten minutes. But at least her head is bringing some thunder again.

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The erstwhile Lemon Breeland has been taking a walk on the wacky side lately. And I am endlessly grateful. Both because I love a sartorial nutball, and because she's doing it in ways that are SO MUCH MORE INTERESTING than skirts made of netting. Never change, Jaime, because you are never boring. [Photos: Getty]