As the title suggests, there's a person named Laura Vandervoort and she let Esquire come in her house and take pictures of her. They obviously came at the right time. I'm a fan of blondes again for a few weeks, so I'd totally marry this chick. I could ask. She'd probably do it just to change her fucked up last name. Then I can call her Lord Vandervoort and my penis Harry Potter then she can spend a lot of time trying to kill it.