I feel like this outfit is something they would've put in the Mannequin music montage where Kim Cattrall and Andrew McCarthy dance around the department store, miming different scenarios in a series of increasingly stupid costumes. This one would work perfectly for a moment in which they pretend they're on a hayride sponsored by M.C. Hammer:
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However, those shoes are in a totally different category of crazy. Oh, MISCHA. It's nice to see you go out and do that voodoo that you do so well.
Literally -- if you were wondering why she's looking at the shoes as if hoping they'll look back, it's because they actually can:
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However, those shoes are in a totally different category of crazy. Oh, MISCHA. It's nice to see you go out and do that voodoo that you do so well.
Literally -- if you were wondering why she's looking at the shoes as if hoping they'll look back, it's because they actually can:
Where does one find hooves that double as fringed totems of dark magic? Voodoo Barn? Hate and Barrel? Doomingdale's?
I wonder what she uses them for -- to pray Rachel Bilson's generally cute wardrobe goes up in flames, maybe, or for a pair of chafe-free skintight pants, or headbands that don't leave creases on her forehead or a trail of oiled-up pores in their wake. And if her pilot for The CW gets picked up for the fall, we'll know what to thank, and thank them we will: I am so sick of typing variations of "Fugsha Barton" in the headline of her posts that I'm about ready to greenlight it myself.
