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Fame Junkies – Volume 14: Nance Mitchell, Bikini Waxer to the Stars!

[IMG:L]Every city has its unseen groomers–the people who do the behind-the-scene styling and garner little credit–and in Beverly Hills, Nance Mitchell is one such person.

Nance is the city’s premiere bikini waxer.

Her clients include Gwyneth Paltrow, Christina Aguilera, Vanessa Williams,America Ferrera, Ana Ortiz, Denise Richards, and Jeanne Tripplehorn–just to name a few.

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Nance cares for these starlets. It’s her job to wax and scrub their skin, nostrils, upper lips, necks, backs, and pelvic regions.

Like the fabled German nannies of yore, Nance does her job with a vigorous sense of purpose; and she does so because she believes that her clients’ very livelihoods depend on it.

[IMG:R]”Many of my clients need to look good for a profession,” explained Nance when we first chatted over the phone. “That’s why they come to me.”

I met Nance at her Beverly Hills condominium and she answered the door in a flowing, white bathrobe and a matching towel that she had wrapped around her head like a turban. 

She had razor-thin eyebrows and skin that was smooth, peachy, and completely unblemished.

Nance gestured for me to enter her living room, which resembled a showroom for a rococo furniture dealer, in which virtually every cushion or small trinket was either painted or embroidered with dainty, ornamental flowers. At the center of the room were two overstuffed yellow chairs, with inlaid pink-petal roses.

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As I took in this scene, an antique cuckoo clock came to life and a small mechanical bird chirped nine times, reminding me that it was 9am on a Monday morning. I needed reminding because it felt more like twilight on Friday at spa in Monaco. Perhaps this was because the room was flickering with half a dozen candles and soft, sensuous Latin music was oozing from the room’s speakers.

[IMG:L]Nance excused herself for a moment, presumably to change out of her bathrobe, but she soon reemerged carrying a tray with two tea cups, a silver sugar bowl, a small pouch of potpourri, and a teapot wrapped in a warmer adorned with flowers.

Nance, I quickly noticed, was still dressed in her bathrobe and turban.

“Would you like some tea, honey?” asked Nance.

Almost immediately, Nance took to calling me either “honey,” “baby,” or “dear”–and sometimes all three of these in rapid succession.

“Sure,” I replied.

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Nance picked up the teapot, and as she poured me tea, I ask her to tell me more about her work as a body groomer.

[IMG:R]Her driving credo is that good grooming–which for Nance means healthy skin and a paucity of body hair–creates a clean, young body image that will increase one’s earnings and desirability, especially in Hollywood.

The mainstay of ‘Nance clients’ are women, including a great many young actresses, but she also ‘does’ men. In fact, Nance emphasizes that too much body hair can severely damage a man’s image–especially nasal hair.

“I don’t go into the nose where the filtering system is, I just clean out the nostrils, and sometimes afterwards I show them the mirror so they can see how much younger they look,” explained Nance.

Over the years, Nance’s many famous clients have helped earn her a reputation as having the best rolodex in Hollywood.

In general, this is not a distinction she likes to brag about or make use of; that is, until recently when she happened to read a screenplay by one her clients, a screenwriter named Jess Money, who was writing a script about the life of Marlene Dietrich.

[IMG:R]”I told Jess that the script was excellent and I wanted to phone one of my customers who I thought would be perfect to play the part of Marlene,” explained Nance.

That actress turned out to be Gwyneth Paltrow.

“So I started calling Gwyneth all around the world,” recalled Nance. “She bounced me back an e-mail that said: ‘Yes, sounds good.’”

Once Gwyneth had signed on, Nance realized she needed a director, and she eventually found one. “So now they all, jokingly, call me the producer,” explains Nance.

Nance’s reputation as a backroom dealmaker appears to be spreading quickly. Forget looking for an agent, one esteemed Hollywood lawyer told me recently, and just call Nance Mitchell instead.

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