The problem with Sienna Miller being declared some kind of fashion idol is that people subsequently start to believe it. And emulate it. And show up in public thinking that all you need to be considered a pixie-like guru of sartorial derring-do is a smattering of freckles, stringy blonde hair, and a mish-mash of stuff from any girl's circa-1993 Give To Goodwill closet purge.
It's a good thing I haven't eaten lunch yet, because this little fug buffet is all-you-can-eat. I think I'll start with the leggings, before cleaning my palate with the slouchy, saggy negligee-shirt that's two sizes too big. As a main course, I'll take the hastily thrown-on denim vest, a trend du jour that never really goes with anything despite people's fervent attempts to add it to everything, and then for dessert, it's Standard Big, Thick Brown Belt Slung Low About The Waist.
For God's SAKE, K-Bos, you are BETTER THAN THAT. Look -- even Orlando Bloom is wiping the tears of aggravation from his eyes. He's all, "Yeah, Kate, um... I already dated Sienna Miller once. Don't put me through it again."
