Post by GOSSIP GIRL on Jan 12, 2012 23:22:40 GMT -6
Greetings and apologies, faithful followers and revisiting readers. Seems you’ve been ravenous, too—for the secrets you know only I can bring you. An unexpected trip took me far from this blog, but friends, though I’ve neglected you, your Gossip Girl is back for good. I think by the end of this post, you’ll have forgiven me, too.
Remember Brooklynn Raine—the skyscraper-tall goddess with a name to match—and her erstwhile while flame, Eric Fletcher? It looks as though that trail has gone cold, for now. We’ll see if things heat up in the future.
If our resident supermodel has been keeping a low profile, Chance Caine still can’t stay out of the limelight long. Bless him. That busy, busy boy. He’ll never fail us.
In the past few weeks since his return to Los Angeles, he’s been spotted plying starlets and that brooding rock Jorel Decker with drinks and even sitting for a portrait with artist Sofia Volkova.
Surely there are enough pictures of Chance Caine’s face already, or perhaps, like hookups, he just can’t get enough. Mahkenzie Garland came to LA a virgin waiting, my sources tell me, for the kind of prince charming who will sweep her off her feet. Color meunimpressed puzzled, dear readers. That innocent farm girl act lasted about two minutes. Reports that she left Chance Caine’s beachfront bachelor pad looking disheveled one morning raised some eyebrows, but for weeks after that little encounter, she avoided him. Over the tiny umbrella of my favorite pineapple Mai Tai, I myself caught her ducking her head at the sight of him. Chance doesn’t seem to have lost much sleep over it, or if he is, it’s during slumber parties with Felonee Legendre. She’s a beauty, that Felonee, but in this town it’s hard to tell where the silicone ends and the Photoshop begins. No wonder we love fresh faces—or is that fresh meat?
Regardless, there are two faces I’d like to welcome today. Whitney Rose Cox and Bailey Zoe Davis are two young actresses seeking fame and their futures in a ruthless industry and a tough scene. As Ms. Cox begins shooting a teen flick with—you guessed it—Chance Caine, and both girls embark on their new careers, this seasoned observer can only offer these words of caution: beware the attention that comes with success and remember that bad boys and “players” are rarely worth the trouble.
In other news, famed photographer Lisa Attic is searching for a face for her upcoming fashion shoot, a project inspired by Ancient Egypt and a museum’s new exhibit. Ms. Attic has a reputation for making stars go supernova, and surprise, surprise, the beautiful people came like flies to honey to the meeting she held at the museum. Even Chance showed up, alongside another of his friends, this one from across the Pond.
Some celebrities are discovered. Others have to claw their way to fame. Annie Jackson, daughter of classic rock royalty, was born into it, and with a silver spoon lodged firmly in her mouth. I can only assume she’s come here to do what she’s been doing all over the world—flashing perfect smiles at the paparazzi and looking fantastic in designer duds.
The event also introduced us to another native Londoner, Dr. Ursula Shaw. Brilliant, bizarre, blandly dressed—Google her name and you get a lot of very technical-looking journal articles. Whatever it is she does, she spends most of her time with dead people.
You know who's alive, though? Her wild little sister, Artemisia, an itinerant performance artist. I tried to find some of her previous work, but her student page at the Royal College of Arts seems to have been expunged.
With all these divergent threads being spun, I'm looking forward to seeing them tangle in this season's upcoming events. Among the usual wild parties, there are sure to be nights on yachts and even a fabulous charity gala where I'm sure we'll see all the big names turned out to the nines.
Wondering who'll be footing the bill for all this?
Ladies, if you can get past his bodyguards, I'd make the effort to get acquainted with David Desmarais. He's just moved into a swank penthouse here in Los Angeles and has been making the rounds at A-lister shindigs and the red carpet scene. And with a chateau in France, an island in the Aegean, an Oxford education, Old World-titles and the kind of money that makes Chance Caine's latest box office numbers look like pocket change, his life is the stuff of fairy tales. I keep expecting someone to throw him a ball and invite all the eligible ladies in the land. And if they do, I hope I get an invite. How does Countess Gossip Girl sound? I think it sounds like he needs company. My Italian's a little rusty, but there are some pretty juicy stories in European tabloids about poor David getting his heart good and broken by an unknown gold digger.
Summer's heating up, friends, and now I need a cool Mai Tai and maybe a good-looking bartender to serve it up. But I'll be back soon. In the meantime, why not drop me a line?
Got a dirty little secret? Come on and whisper it in my ear.
xoxo Gossip Girl
Remember Brooklynn Raine—the skyscraper-tall goddess with a name to match—and her erstwhile while flame, Eric Fletcher? It looks as though that trail has gone cold, for now. We’ll see if things heat up in the future.
If our resident supermodel has been keeping a low profile, Chance Caine still can’t stay out of the limelight long. Bless him. That busy, busy boy. He’ll never fail us.
In the past few weeks since his return to Los Angeles, he’s been spotted plying starlets and that brooding rock Jorel Decker with drinks and even sitting for a portrait with artist Sofia Volkova.
Surely there are enough pictures of Chance Caine’s face already, or perhaps, like hookups, he just can’t get enough. Mahkenzie Garland came to LA a virgin waiting, my sources tell me, for the kind of prince charming who will sweep her off her feet. Color me
Regardless, there are two faces I’d like to welcome today. Whitney Rose Cox and Bailey Zoe Davis are two young actresses seeking fame and their futures in a ruthless industry and a tough scene. As Ms. Cox begins shooting a teen flick with—you guessed it—Chance Caine, and both girls embark on their new careers, this seasoned observer can only offer these words of caution: beware the attention that comes with success and remember that bad boys and “players” are rarely worth the trouble.
In other news, famed photographer Lisa Attic is searching for a face for her upcoming fashion shoot, a project inspired by Ancient Egypt and a museum’s new exhibit. Ms. Attic has a reputation for making stars go supernova, and surprise, surprise, the beautiful people came like flies to honey to the meeting she held at the museum. Even Chance showed up, alongside another of his friends, this one from across the Pond.
Some celebrities are discovered. Others have to claw their way to fame. Annie Jackson, daughter of classic rock royalty, was born into it, and with a silver spoon lodged firmly in her mouth. I can only assume she’s come here to do what she’s been doing all over the world—flashing perfect smiles at the paparazzi and looking fantastic in designer duds.
The event also introduced us to another native Londoner, Dr. Ursula Shaw. Brilliant, bizarre, blandly dressed—Google her name and you get a lot of very technical-looking journal articles. Whatever it is she does, she spends most of her time with dead people.
You know who's alive, though? Her wild little sister, Artemisia, an itinerant performance artist. I tried to find some of her previous work, but her student page at the Royal College of Arts seems to have been expunged.
With all these divergent threads being spun, I'm looking forward to seeing them tangle in this season's upcoming events. Among the usual wild parties, there are sure to be nights on yachts and even a fabulous charity gala where I'm sure we'll see all the big names turned out to the nines.
Wondering who'll be footing the bill for all this?
Ladies, if you can get past his bodyguards, I'd make the effort to get acquainted with David Desmarais. He's just moved into a swank penthouse here in Los Angeles and has been making the rounds at A-lister shindigs and the red carpet scene. And with a chateau in France, an island in the Aegean, an Oxford education, Old World-titles and the kind of money that makes Chance Caine's latest box office numbers look like pocket change, his life is the stuff of fairy tales. I keep expecting someone to throw him a ball and invite all the eligible ladies in the land. And if they do, I hope I get an invite. How does Countess Gossip Girl sound? I think it sounds like he needs company. My Italian's a little rusty, but there are some pretty juicy stories in European tabloids about poor David getting his heart good and broken by an unknown gold digger.
Summer's heating up, friends, and now I need a cool Mai Tai and maybe a good-looking bartender to serve it up. But I'll be back soon. In the meantime, why not drop me a line?
Got a dirty little secret? Come on and whisper it in my ear.
xoxo Gossip Girl