Oh, Mary-Kate (yes, I think I've got it right this time, otherwise, I'm just going to call them both M-Kashley from now on) just breaks my stone cold heart sometimes. I mean the sunglasses, and the fur, and the tights, and the hat? She looks a little bit like an elderly woman who has wandered away from home. Coupled with the story of the twins looking like the saddest people you've ever seen at fashion week, it borders on tragic. I just sort of want to give her a hug, put her in jeans and a t-shirt, feed her some french fries and tell her everything's gonna be ok.