Dear Paris,

I'm a little concerned. Lately, you seem to have dropped the ball. Not only are your outfits bad (they're normally bad, nothing new about that) they're downright ... daggy. Just even the fact that I had to use the word daggy is daggy, but there's no other way to describe it. It's like you're trying hard to find a new style and compete with Kardashian girls, but on the way you've lost yourself. It's like you don't know who you are anymore. These dresses, gotta tell ya, look cheap. Cheap n' nasty. And no matter how badly matchy matchy with headbands and Alice dresses you were before, you still looked luxe. Now you look like every other girl who hitchhikes to LA and auditions for roles as "girl behind counter" in C-grade movies.

Look, I know this sudden loss of interest in you must be a bit of a shock. Suddenly you're not the talk of the town - the Kardashians are - and you're trying to copy the "realness" they project. I feel for you. It can't be easy going from the girl everyone photographing to the girl everyone is sick to death of 'cause she has no talent ... but maybe that's the key. Maybe if you grew some talent, went to acting class, joined a charity, went around the world doing good ... something, anything, to make us see you're more than a vapid excuse for a human being, we'd be interested in you again.

And then hire a stylist. I'd say you might start dressing well again once you "found yourself", but you never did that in the first place so there's no real chance of that happening. Just hire the damn stylist Paris, take the plunge. 'Cause right now you look rather suburban and I'm pretty sure that'd be the worst insult I could give someone like you, who thinks they're above everyone else.

Guess what? You're not!

Only saying this 'cause I care.

Nedahl xx