Zac Efron for GQ
April 21, 2009
There are bobcats around, but Efron is not afraid of them. He unlocks the gate and we start walking up the trail, into the foothills of the Santa Monicas. He lives somewhere around here, in the circa-1947 Case Study house that his singing/dancing/basketball-dribbling appearances in three zestfully clean High School Musical movies—and on countless officially licensed lunchboxes and toe socks and flip-flops and i ♥ troy messenger bags—bought. It’s built ten feet off the ground, hidden in the trees, so every morning, when his iPhone alarm wakes him up with a randomly selected song—today it was the Notorious B.I.G.’s “Hypnotize,” the one with the Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can’t you see? chorus—and before he does anything else, before he takes a piss even, he can walk out onto his terrace and greet the sun, the way he likes to, without it showing up all over goddamn TMZ. It’s also close to this trail we’re on now, where Efron takes his exercise these days. He used to go to Runyon Canyon, but the last time he went up there a gentleman in Gucci loafers and head-to-toe camo gear oh-so-subtly took his picture a few hundred times. Read allthe article here!
Photos: Peggy Sirota for GQ Magazine
