Fugly Dust

Recently we’ve both been sort of taken with Paris Hilton’s hair, but suddenly it’s gone from being a dapper head-suit to looking like a moldy old powder-blue tuxedo somebody yanked from a trunk in the attic:

[Photo: Splash News]

I mean, that’s not an Heiress 2008 coif — that’s a quasi-mullet last seen in some girl’s senior yearbook photo from 1988 alongside a hand-picked Richard Marx lyric, then dredged up as a “before” photo for when said lady ends up on Jerry Springer accusing her high-school sweetheart husband of sleeping with his manager at Smart & Final while sporting the exact same hairdo and a mean left hook.