Mary-Fug Fugsen

The shadows in this photo are, quite by accident, brilliant — as if the darkness is literally AND figuratively preparing to devour Mary-Kate with its inky maw:

Although the jazzy witch’s robes aren’t much new for her, here she looks especially devious and crabby, like she’s two seconds away from mugging you on the offchance you’ve got some contraband spleen of platypus in your purse. My main concern, though, is everything from the neck up — the hair that looks like a Blake Lively wig sample that’s been crammed into a plastic bag at Aah’s for two months, and the way the crimpson lips and the eye makeup wash out the poor kid and suggest she’s in dire need of a healing nap. Do we need an intervention to keep Mary-Kate here from turning into Courtney Love? You’d think reading through our archives would be enough, so perhaps we’ll have them bound and shipped to her manager under the title Refried Ass: The Courtney Love Fashion Story, or How To Lose Your Shit In Ten Days. Or perhaps something simpler, like, Um, NO. Hopefully that will do it.