Archive for the MediaNomics Category
A friend just passed along this New York Times article by David Carr about the Talk magazine launch party. I think it’s a revealing description of where things have been, and where they’re going.
Of this particularly decadent bash—among its attendees were Madonna and Henry Kissinger; George Plimpton narrated—Carr writes, “‘It seems like that happened in the 18th century,’ said Ms. Brown by phone last Friday.”
Which is interesting, because way back in 2002 I happened to be on the Pleasantville “campus” quite a bit, and even though at that point the company hadn’t sold the majority of their art or consolidated buildings (subletting at least one wing to bring in some cash) or cut the cafeteria offerings or canceled the “late shuttle” (aka, 6:20) to the train station for reverse-commuting Manhattanites, there was still a shabby-chic quality to the place, giving it a feel more like a sleepy retirement home than a burgeoning media conglomerate. It’s never a good thing when you send your employees home early to save money.
There is a glass-bottom boat rivalry here at the Rockhouse in Jamaica.
In one corner, we have Super Errol, a rather pudgy older man with a small boat that, even from the restaurant 20-some feet up, looks as though it could use a renovation. And in the other, Famous Vincent, whose boat is clearly superior – larger, better paint job, special high-quality glass – even the addition of a helpmate/partner named Elvira is touted on the side.
I was watching TV last night (I admit, I went back to Jon & Kate, but jeez…they are weirdly compelling in a “Please never let this become my life” sort of way) and suddenly this Thomasville Furniture commercial comes on that concludes with “and we will make your payments for 6 months IF YOU LOSE YOUR JOB.”
Whoa. Wait a second. Did I actually see that? Rewind, Replay. Yep.
I’m not one of those annoying sky-is-falling people who think that magazines are all going the way of the horse and carriage and that the next few decades will find us hopelessly fat and Wall-E’d, hovered around on little wheelie-buggies reading screens rather than turning pages.
Although as Your Unemployed Daughter I dislike the supply and demand problem created by dying mags, I can’t complain when some of them fold – they seem to be asking for it. But there are others – the Jimi Hendrixes and James Deans of the publishing community – that, if I had my druthers, wouldn’t have choked on their own vomit quite so soon.
A little shout-out to some fallen comrades: