So, here's the thing. Mischa Barton is quite lovely, without any help from anyone. So why did British Elle feel the need to Photoshop her into looking like an entirely different woman?
I mean, this lady is very pretty, too, but she looks sort of like she might be Mischa's older cousin, who was once fresh and promising but who suffered a traumatic failed love affair with a quasi-royal man who promised her marriage in exchange for the pleasures of her body, but who then promptly left her to marry a less attractive but more highly born woman to whom he'd secretly been betrothed for years. And instead of just pulling herself up by her bootstraps and getting an incredibly glamourous job as, say, a model/photographer/ad copywriter and making him regret his treatment of her for all the days of his life, this Mischa just sunk lower and lower into a downward spiral, becoming a high-class escort, then a sort of mid-class escort, then getting addicted to something that's bad for you but doesn't totally ruin your looks, and then dying in, like, a fire started by one of her Cigarettes of Tragedy. In other words, THIS woman is a secondary character in a Judith Krantz novel, the one who's having all the kinky sex but who is also sort of weak-willed and unhappy. While the actual Mischa Barton is obviously a primary character in a Judith Krantz novel, the one who bounces back from terrible treatment at the hands of a handsome but douchey man by growing ever stronger and maybe just a little bit emotionally stunted, but in a way that a handsome, non-douchey man can break through in order to love her that much more perfectly. Catch a clue, British Elle.
PS: Nice bracelets. Presumably you can also use them as weights.
