File this one under I Hate To Say It, But She’s Honestly Never Looked Worse:
She doesn’t even look like herself — actually, that’s not a bad idea. Zosia, here’s my advice: Tell everyone this wasn’t even you. There’s a blonde crackpot who vaguely resembles you, who keeps using your name to get onto red carpets, and she’s got awkward taste (at best) and she makes bad life choices and she’s obsessed with looking like septuagenarian Harriet the Spy on a polyester bender and you had absolutely nothing, nothing to do with this. DISAVOW.