Milla Fugovich

Well. I wouldn’t buy a newspaper from this woman, that’s for sure:

I think I’d be afraid that the ink was tinged with whatever hallucinogens compelled her to a) wear the hat in the first place, and b) pair it with a figure-swallowing scarf-dress. I don’t even know what to say about the fact that she’s allegedly getting her own design line, except that I’d love to put Milla, this badly bastardized wrap dress of her own creation, and genre mastermind Diane von Furstenberg in a room together for two days with nothing but a pair of pinking shears, a copy of Martha Stewart Living, and one Diet Coke. Let’s see who comes out alive, Milla. I don’t think it will be you. And I really don’t think it will be that thing.