And while Heidi Klum is at Target (just fucking like us, muthafuckas!!!), Mischa Barton has enlisted what looks like Michael Stipe to carry her not one, not two, but THREE purses, and some off camera slave to walk her dog. But, I understand Mischa. While this may not be the most practical or rational way to shop, or walk, or whatever she is doing, it's gotta be hard to walk around looking like you were styled by Hollywood Montrose from Mannequin. That latex miniskirt must certainly restrict her leg movement, which doesn't really explain why she can't carry her own shit, but these pesky "questions" shouldn't be posed to such a fabulous A-List Keds spokesperson.