Archive for February 2012

ON a recent morning, Bear Grylls, the star of the Discovery Channel survivor show “Man vs. Wild,” was dressed in a rugged ensemble of army-green work shirt and cargo pants, a no-nonsense knife strapped to one leg. Standing in the middle of a pine forest with his jaw purposefully clenched, he looked ready for battle.

Alas, there were no snakes or grizzly bears to wrangle into submission. Mr. Grylls, 37, was not in the Rockies fending for his life, but less than an hour from Los Angeles, filming a commercial for Degree deodorant.

Not that it was any easier than filming his TV show, which drops Mr. Grylls in the most God-forsaken pockets of the planet and watches him face off against blinding ice storms and insect-drenched jungles. “It’s quite difficult,” he said, walking away from the cameras after what felt like the 80th take, a pair of young makeup artists in skinny jeans trailing behind him.

Lately, this kind of “labor” has been taking up more of Mr. Grylls’s time, as he finds himself transitioning from a wacky British television character known for drinking his own urine and sleeping inside a dead camel (for hydration and warmth, respectively), into a more mainstream celebrity.

Dockers recently selected Mr. Grylls as the face of its campaign, which features the boyishly handsome adventure fanatic tramping through Central Park in slimly tailored khakis and a narrow tie, looking more like a young Gregory Peck than Crocodile Dundee. The images have already caused a stir: Out magazine’s Web site published a Bear Grylls “Swoon Alert” wondering why Dockers was forcing the “dreamy nature explorer” to wear shirts in the photos.

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“I mean, I don’t have any implants! D’you know what I mean?”

Lisa Vanderpump, a cast member of Bravo’s The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, threw her hands up in exasperation.

“These are real,” she said, peering southward at her generous, porcelain cleavage, which was peeping out from behind a bright magenta cocktail dress. “You know what I mean?”

It was late in the afternoon, and Vanderpump was comfortably ensconced at a table at SUR (not French; English for Sexy, Unique Restaurant), her and husband Ken Todd’s latest Euro-y addition to the Los Angeles dining scene.

Her pocket-sized pooch Giggy snoozing beside her, she’d just come from a taping of Chelsea Lately where Chuy—Chelsea Handler’s “vertically-challenged” sidekick, in the words of the always verbally imaginative Vanderpump—had apparently copped a feel of her derriere. In Chuy’s defense, it had been a fact-finding mission of sorts, or at least an attempt to verify whether the body part in question had been surgically enhanced—an allegation promulgated by talkshow host Wendy Williams.

“I don’t know why she said it, because she’s black as well, right?” Vanderpump said. “So she’s used to—you know, I have a black butt, right? But she kept saying, ‘Lisa Vanderpump has had a butt implant!’”

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