Yeah, I know Mischa Barton always looks like if a naked crackhead clothed themselves in the dead of night using children’s clothes found in a Salvation Army donation bin, but damn. Mischa, whose foolery grows stronger with every click of a camera, stumbled through Nice Airport this morning with all eyes on her. The eyes weren’t dazzled from being in the presence of Marissa Cooper. No, they were wondering what kind of ho would voluntarily do themselves up to look like a tweaked out Arthur the Aardvark who has fallen on hard times (and a few hard meth needles) and is now working as a third-tier Where’s Waldo impersonator. They didn’t see a gun pointed at Mischa’s head so they were a little confused.
And now that another game of “Where’s Mischa?” is over, we can continue to play a never-ending game of “Where’s Mischa’s Career?”