What do you get when you cross breed a chain-smoking runway model with the Keebler Elf?  Ashley Olsen - that’s what.

I’ve been giving this a lot of thought lately because it seems that I’m being visually assaulted on a regular basis by images of extremely wealthy people stepping out their door appearing as though they just woke up from a restful sleep on a cot at the local mission.

The whole thing just has me miffed.

While I can certainly appreciate the attempt at “keeping it real” with clothes that appear to have been jacked from the peasant wardrobe trailer on the set of Lord of the Rings, would it be so hard to mix it up once in a while with something tastefully elegant to give you a sufficient excuse to run a comb through your hair and possibly some leave-in conditioner? Would it?

I’ve elected to spare you the unnecessary anguish of the entire outfit, so I cropped this photo so the only thing you’re bludgeoned with is the unfortunate state of Ashley’s slightly over processed tresses.  You’re welcome.

I really shouldn’t be this bitchy.  In fairness, she quite possibly got to the Fashion Week festivities late - tired and haggard having just come off the night shift baking cookies up in a tree.