1. This Elephant
Is that bad?
Wow, these New Yorkers sure have a WILD imagination!
Wall Street has been built in lower Manhattan along a wall that was built in 1653. As you might recall, the 12-foot wall was built by the Dutch to keep out the Indians and Brits. They are now laying out streets in the area including the ingeniously named Wall Street.
SO clever!! We wonder what they’ll build next.
Maybe Street St.????
BACKSTAGE: Lanvin Fall 2012
Photographed by Kevin Tachman
Secret To Happiness: Ability to blow water out of nose; having no particular place to be.
Favorite Thing: Hurrying anyway.
Secret To Happiness: Seizing the day; seeing the silver lining; dressing up like a bear occasionally.
Favorite Thing: Literally everything.
Secret To Happiness: Looking adversity in the face and squawking contentedly at it.
Favorite Thing: Apartment-grade carpeting.
Secret To Happiness: An abiding awareness that life is a series of profound absurdities that are beyond his control and, more importantly, not his fault.
Favorite Thing: Mostly just seal stuff.
Secret To Happiness: A high-minded and esoteric sense of humor.
Favorite Thing: Cat food.
Secret To Happiness: Lives in a river.
Favorite Thing: Probably biting things.
Secret To Happiness: An unshakeable belief that the simple things in life require all of our attention all of the time.
Favorite Thing: Drooling.
Secret To Happiness: Advanced hopping/pouncing ability.
Favorite Thing: Eating small rodents.
Secret To Happiness: Strong sense of self worth.
Favorite Thing: Looking smug.
Secret To Happiness: Hard work; simple, old-fashioned, American values.
Favorite Thing: Being a homeowner.
WHAT AM I DOING IN HERE, TENNISON? QUITE SIMPLE, REALLY. I OWN THIS DRAWER, LIKE I OWN THIS COMPANY, AND I WILL OCCUPY WHATEVER PORTION OF THE COMPANY I FEEL LIKE, WHENEVER I FEEL LIKE, AND UNLESS YOU CAN FIND ‘EXPLAINING MY ACTIONS TO SLACKJAWED, BUNGLING ACCOUNT EXECUTIVES’ SOMEWHERE ON MY C.V. I SUGGEST YOU SIT DOWN AT THAT DESK I GRACIOUSLY ALLOW YOU TO HAVE AND STOP WASTING MY TIME WITH YOUR BABBLE. IF I WANTED TO BE DISAPPOINTED BY YOUR SEMI-COHERENT RAMBLING I’D CALL A SALES MEETING.
NOW WHERE ARE THOSE REPORTS I ASKED FOR?
STOP LOOKING AROUND, YOU TIT. I’M SITTING ON THEM. HOW DID YOU GET THIS JOB? AM I YOUR FATHER? DO YOU HAVE BLACKMAIL PHOTOS OF ME? CAN YOU EVEN READ, TENNISON?
I’M GOING TO GO DOWN TO 14 AND SLEEP IN THE 11”X17” PAPER TRAY IN THE COPY ROOM. I’LL BE BACK AT 3 AND I EXPECT YOU’LL HAVE THE SECOND QUARTER PROJECTIONS COMPLETED AND FAXED OVER TO MARTY.