given the casual corruption of two of the current supreme court crowd, i looked into one of the reasons why they're so untouchable. thenation.com/article/politiā¦
cartoonists usually have some idea where their story is going. reporting in real time for my adweek series, i never knew where the punchline would come from.
it was 1984, the game was irony, and it was afoot. here, in the guise of cartoon characters, sean kelly describes his latest book to me. (see the obit on sean in today's new york times.)
sean kelly, a writer of lethal wit whom i met at the national lampoon, died this week. sean's words always leapt out with their precision, originality, and comic flourish. just ask his kids. 'the acrid smell of burning bridges.'
before google docs, dropbox, wetransfer, there were human messengers on foot and bike, carrying our work between studio, stat house, typographer, retoucher, agency, and client. the circulatory system of our business.
the early '80s was a golden age of spending on tv commercials. this shoot also included a rope bridge, a bed of nails, and an eagle that got loose. (rest assured, george survived. if he hadn't, i'd have covered it.)
tired of existential dread? take a brief journey with my cartoon strips back to the ad world of the '80s where your main concern might be finding an actress whose lips please the client.