Spring is in full swing and one of the unfortunate side effects is all of that ungodly sweat. If you’re not gettin’ sweaty, you’re simply not human … or you’ve had that weird procedure where you get Botox injections to shut off your sweat glands. That creeps me out. Chace Crawford certainly hasn’t had it by the looks of this picture. He must have been having a lot of fun at Guy Ritchie’s London pub, The Punch Bowl. Maybe they should rename it The Pit Bowl. Click through for all the proof you need that celebrities sweat too. [Daily Mail UK]
has been busting his chops this week as Grazia‘s guest fashion editor
, and, sheesh, have these girls put him through the Grazia
training camp. He’s been editing and critiquing photos of celeb outfits, selecting clothing, reporting on British style icons, and picking out featured fashions. He was even subjected to re-taking the magazine’s fashion quiz (which he failed miserably last time). Here, Chace is given a new challenge of identifying hair, skin, and makeup tools. Poor guy is really thrown into the deep end of the pool (or beauty closet). To be fair, we have to say this test looked particularly hard. We’re not sure we’d even pass! [Grazia
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Have you heard the news about Chace Crawford dropping out of the “Footloose” remake? Boy must be hard up for a job now because he’s filling in as a guest editor for fashion magazine Grazia. What does Chace Crawford know about style, you ask? We hope a bit more than the last time Grazia interviewed him and in response to the question, “Who is Alexander Wang?” Chace responded, “I’ve met Vera Wang; are they married?” Yet, they’ve given him a second chance!
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, by Nick McDonnell, is not a particularly good book. (My personal, snotty theory is that McDonnell got the book deal in the first place
because his father edited Sports Illustrated
and family friends have included people like P.J. O’Rourke, George Plimpton, and Hunter S. Thompson.) “Twelve” the movie looks marginally better, if only because it means we can stare at Chace Crawford
‘s lovely face for two hours. He plays a rich Upper East Side kid who gets in over his head selling drugs to the kids of his social milieu — kind of like a two-hour-long episode of “Gossip Girl”
if only Nate Archibald were more like Chuck Bass.
Poor Chace has gotta be sick of playing the same role over and over and over again, though. Will somebody cast the poor dear in a sci-fi flick or something? Keep reading »