Mischa Barton: Eyes Like Pissholes in Snow

Oh, I don't know what the problem is, girls. Perhaps it's the moon phase, but every-frigging-where I look recently, a headband of some description assaults my eyeballs.

That's not what the issue is here, though.

No. No indeed.  It's that dress.

Ha! Gotcha. Only kidding.

First Keeley Hawes, now this: Mischa, all I want to know is, just what were you thinking as you pitched head first into that coal bunker?