Saturday, March 03, 2007
Actually, Creativity ran an article about the rise of vinyl figures roughly a year ago - but Fast Company points out that the trend is hot and business is booming. I guess that means it's moved from a creative story to a money-making one. So rarely am I on the leading edge - what with my jeans, sneakers, art direction and graphic Ts that are so 2006.
I'm a father. I like to think it'd be pretty uncool for me to be too cool. I find cool parents a little sad. Along with age and wisdom comes a certain amount of cooling down that makes me A)less subject to the winds of change and B) less rabid to stuff the latest craze onto my next credit card statement.
Anyway: Vinyl being what it is, and what it was, I thought it was worth pointing this out: Easter's coming.
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Ever since I did a series of photoshoots with frequent contributor, Art Streiber (I know I've linked to him before, but it's always nice to check in on what Art has been up to - aside from his Eddie Murphy/Norbit project, that is) I've been a fan of Vanity Fair.
Really, what's not to like? Contributing photographers like Annie Leibowitz? Well, say what you may about Annie, but her photography is beyond reproach. With the exception of a rather poorly cobbled together ad for the Sopranos a few years back that looked like it had been pieced together by Mr. Jenkins after a few martinis.
This month's issue, which I almost threw out my back hoisting off the supermarket rack this evening (shut up, all of you) offers '500 pages of glamour, gowns and gams'. READ: 500 pages PLUS at least 500 full page ads and a serious Hollywood thread.
It's a fucking tome. It weighs so much, they double bagged it (not kidding - although they double bagged a single can of corn for me last week, so that may just be overzealous baggotry).
The cover folds out, not once, but TWICE! That's how many goddamned cover stories are in it - there are cover 2 and cover 3 stories. Frankly, if I'm 'The Navy Lawyer who took on the President', I'm like 'W.T.Fuck, yo? I'm so deep into cover 3, I'm behind the lights, the bucket of plaster on the floor and I'm sharing space with some stinky-assed penguins backstage?! I took on the Commander in Chief and I'm sharing Cover 3 with Farstein on Weinstein and Feinstein on Kitty Carlisle Hart? Which is a pretty juicy story if you manage to pick up a copy. Use your legs!
I've been reading it for two hours-plus the three minutes I spent while super bagger bouble bagged a dozen bottles of orange juice for the hapless woman in front of me- and I haven't even gotten to the contributors section. This thing is goddamned HUGE! It's huger than huge. It's an epic. An epic of magazine publishing. The poor production staff must be near dead with a stage 4 episiotomy, lying limply in their own sweat in some bar somewhere, trying to get up the courage to go home and finally face their spouses for the first time in three months.
But that's life at Vanity Fair. Cranking out the photo exclusives, the political whodunnits, and all that wonderfully out-of-my-league style. You gotta hand it to 'em -that is if you can lift it. Did I mention it's bigger than my yellow pages? If I dropped it, I'd crack the foundation of my house. If I swung it, I could be accused of attempted assault with a deadly magazine.
All right-time to go pour over perfectly specimens Kate Winslet and Kirsten Dunst.
Unnnnngh. C'mon. Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh. *pant* *pant*
Did I mention it's big? Only $4.95.
Pic: Vanity Fair (photo: Annie Leibowitz)
Monday, February 26, 2007
I need momentum. And a hard deadline. And a definition of success.
And that is why I love a pitch.
I am in pitch-mode. My agency is in pitch mode.
Selling anything cool? Cause we are pitching.
And our pitch is getting better and better.
Smarter. More fluid. Funnier.
Because it's a pitch.
None of this YouTube pitch bullshit (to kick a rotting corpse of a horse).
But motherfucker, wheel in the smart fluid funny.
Charts? Great. Powerpoint? Better. Wardrobe? Check.
Pitch mode has been taking precedence over blog mode.
Luckily, there's a deadline.
Oh yeah. Most of our pitches are a secret.
But if you want to see what we've won, we usually post it.