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Blake is featured on the June 2010 cover of Vogue magazine! She is showcasing new swimsuits for summer and looks truly gorgeous in the mag. Check out the scans, photoshoot and caps from the behind the scenes video in the gallery. An excerpt from the article is already available here.
I want to apologize for the lack of updates for several months. Truth of the matter was I really lost interest here because I currently do not like the direction with Gossip Girl and there wasn’t much going on keeping my interest. However, after a little break, I feel refreshed and excited to update now that the show is off for the season and there is new things happening with Blake, so I hope this will last! I will try and make my way around to getting the site back up to date with Gossip Girl but it will be a gradual process since I really find the episodes quite boring these days. If anyone would like to help out capping them please don’t hesitate to get in touch!
For starters, screencaps of Blake’s very brief scene in New York, I Love You have been added. Her scene was shared with Anton Yelchin and Olivia Thirlby and was actually quite funny. She looks stunning in that red dress too!
I can’t quite recall the disquieting moment when I realized that they were, in fact, all around me. I knew that Cameron Diaz broke her nose doing it and was unsurprised to discover that Stefano Pilati is very, very good at it. I was amazed to hear that my friend Holly Peterson travels to the ends of the Earth in pursuit of it and that Cynthia Rowley fashions clothing expressly for it. I knew that Damien Hirst’s partner, Maia, is gaga for it but that he’d rather just watch, and I was frankly dumbfounded that both Barneys’ gnomish Simon Doonan and Vanity Fair‘s Falstaffian Graydon Carter each had a go—and with the same happy band of practitioners, no less.
Instead of a Mason’s handshake or the furtive double glance of pre-Stonewall Temperamentals, an evangelical glint in the eye helped me recognize these cultists. Their faces would take on a beatific cast when I raised the subject, and in reverent tones they evoked otherworldly pleasures beyond the ken of ordinary mortals. And now I was about to be abducted into this bitchin’ netherworld of tubes, lips, and barrels.