Yellow, Is It Me You're Looking For? Not in Those Pants, We're Not: Mischa Barton is no stranger to our sartorially sketchy neck of the woods. She's been a frequent visitor over the years thanks to a fashion sensibility that careens between eccentric and may-have-suffered-a-head-injury-before-getting-dressed. On Easter Sunday, the marshmallow Peeps wept and the Easter Bunny hopped away in horror as the underemployed actress once again graced us with her presence by styling high-waisted, vacuum-sealed skinny jeans, a belly-tied floral shirt and red pumps that she should click together three times while repeating, "There's no place like home." Because home is a place with no cameras and a closet that surely offers choices that flatter her refreshingly healthy-looking figure, or at least aren't outright hostile to it (then again, maybe not). Barton defended her getup to TMZ, scolding, "Don't hate on my yellow banana pants!" Mischa, honey, Easter may symbolize Jesus' return from the dead, but it would take a real miracle to feel any love for these disfiguring, if potassium-rich, monstrosities.