(A postcard sent to me from one of two German Women I met in Ireland 1976, I received it after I returned to U.C.S.C. I foolishly never followed up.)
1982. Haphazard but not indiscriminate.
Drop off copy and invoice at Frankfurt.
Pryor Dodge, a Malvolio manqué. He had played the Flute in Paris, acted with the Comedia del’arte, studied mural painting and was so enamoured by Tango he bought a place in Buenos Aires. A collector and expert on vintage bicycles.
5:00 meeting/cocktails with Mini Hickman.
Dinner Party at Robin’s, no, no other name or identifying feature.
Call M.Gill, D. Cicero, K. Johnson.
Kate Augenblick’s opening.
A M.Marks at Madelyn’s
Tuesday the 12th: Jeff Brosk at 12. At 2:30 Edwardo. At 5:15, my father at Hemsley Palace.
Michael Marks, Jane Hartford, Susan Halpern, I would not recognize one of them
If he or she was sitting opposite me on the 1 train.
Call Dan Chamber.
Who is Mr. Lioacono? An address on Lexington Avenue.
A reminder to call Dan Chambers. Who is Dan Chambers?
My father’s cousin Eddy and his wife Carol.
My father’s cousin Stuart and his wife Phyllis.
Debra, no last name or distinguishing mark.
9:00 with Dan Chambers. Bruce’s b’day. Lunch with Tom Murphy.
John Bloomingthal of Benton Bowles, later that same day, John Washington.
Dinner Debra et al.
Breakfast with Jason. Dinner with Bruce. To the Lear party with Karl Johnson.
A Sunday appointment with Robin and Co.
Jay Chiat said, “Call me when you’re serious about advertising”.
I replied. “Jay, I’ll never be that serious.” Continue reading “From “The Names” 2″
To say I’m disappointed would not be entirely accurate. I had few expectations. But still I felt compelled to ask, all this, for that?
I suppose as an exercise the sampling had some merit —even a touch of poetry.
Yes, a little merit—no more than that which was demanded—as we’re talking about the side-street wall of a commercial building, which no one takes much notice of as they pass—almost always talking or texting. There was no intent to add anything of note or anything decorative on the wall. The building itself is notable only for its mass and a few Art Deco decorations, which are, or so I’ve observed, largely unnoticed.
Nevertheless, as I walked passed the building on my way to the bank or to the post office or to the # 1 train, I enjoyed the pleasure of observing and documenting something of the work of serious minded men and women.
Anyone can admire a photograph of a well known, highly regarded, Global Creative Officer holding up his copy of American Lullaby. But are you one of the few with the wit, charm and wherewithal to acquire your own copy?
That’s really the question, isn’t it. Get your copy today and then send me a picture of you with it, along with the name of a favorite poem or two or lines that set your brain tingling or heart pumping.