Recently we wondered what the hell had happened to Mischa Barton. Had her new brunette 'do made her invisible? Had she gotten so wrapped up in Finding t.A.T.u. that she decided to stay in Russia and find herself a teenage faux lesbian lover? (We're pretty sure that last one is unlikely, as she already tried it with Olivia Wilde with little success. Minus Russia, of course.) Does being contractually obligated to wear Keds every single day spur on urges to hole yourself up in the reading room of your local library reading Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm? But then we stumbled upon these pictures of Mischa shilling some completely vile peep-toed wedge Keds and suddenly we knew what had happened to her: She's spent the past year in front of a full-length mirror with a couple rolls of electrical tape and some adhesive bra cups trying to figure out to give herself some titties. And, by George, we think she's got it! She's like the boob-obsessed version of Thomas Edison. 'Cause she invented bazooms . . . where there were no bazooms . . . on her chest. Or something.
And someone please tell us how her entire left nipple is keeping covered in that last pic. Because that dress is pulled down so low, we almost expect to see some pubic hair.
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