So it's not wholly unsurprising that on this particular day Miss Hilton woke up and thought she'd channel that well-known style zenith, zebra crossing-chic. Or maybe the hard-working heiress heard somewhere that it's like, a really hot thing to do to help sweet little old ladies cross the road, and thought that it, like most things people say, was a euphemism and fashion pointer for buying a new frock?
Either way, she's looking far too pleased with herself for someone who closely resembles a road safety feature. Nicely done, Paris.
