Mr. ARVOchev, tear down this wall
FROM THE VAULT: February 5, 2016
The lights on Broadway dimmed this week with news of the sudden dismantling of the Wall of “Creativity” behind Mark’s desk. Sure it was fun while it lasted. And yes, can you believe the powers that be actually allowed its in-your-face message to be, well, in our face for as long as it was.
But where are we to turn for inspiration now?
The Sassy Cats of Connecticut calendar on Kris Pelletier’s desk?
The Gogo Wireless logo between Scott and Beth?
The gallon of vodka hidden behind the binder clips in the Production room (and don’t any of you fucking touch it!).
Where have you gone, Steve the Inflatable Comfortable Shark? We need you to shake that little mechanical tail of yours and tell us it’s all going to be okay.
What’s that you say, Tanieka Farrington? Deflated Steve has left and gone away. Quae, Quae, Quae.
No need to spiral, my friends. You just need to appreciate the blank wall for its blankness. Not in the absence of something else, but rather for the beauty in its simplicity. We don’t need a bunch of crap crammed on the walls to inspire us. Some of us prefer white on white on white on white. And clearspace rules that stretch as far as the Swiss Alps. You Americans are always whining about what you don’t have. I want more of this. And I want more of that. Waa. Waa. Waa. Now you have beautifully designed Cadillac dealership ads and a blank wall to stare at to remind you that the rest of the world doesn’t give a scheisse what you think. Also, TURN DOWN YOUR ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC! Danka.
Damnit, Tina. I knew I should’ve locked my computer. Gone for two minutes and you go and class up the joint with your Jedi German wisdom.
Fives weeks in the books, FutureBrand. Only 47 more to go. So stop staring at the wall, put your heads down, and get some work done already. Or…you can join us at Jameson’s, 975 Second Avenue between 51st and 52nd. Special guest Holmfridur will be there. What’s that? Special guest Holmfridur will not be there. She just returned from three days of eating nothing but mayonnaise and cheese in Wisconsin—a culinary catastrophe. You’ll find her mainlining kale at Whole Foods instead.