It appears that when one's accessories become the crux of the outfit, as Mischa Barton's staggeringly hilarious boots, laden with swingy gewgaws, have, one must dispense of more necessary parts of the outfit. Like a bra. Like Sacajawea leading Lewis and Clark across the American West, Mischa leads us into unknown and unchartered land–sartorial hideousness. As Sacajawea ended up immortalized on a golden coin, so Mischa Barton's nipples too become immortalized in your masturbatory fantasies. Coin, spank bank, same thing.
See Mischa minus a shirt . . . and pants! . . . at MrSkin.com.
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Those look like the sort of boots worn to protect against fire ants, to stop them from crawling up your legs. Perhaps she's planning a trip to Central America.