A few selections from my back catalogue.
Occasionally, I’ll spot a face on 6th Avenue, and we’ll exchange a knowing, world-weary nod. Perhaps a wry smile. We remember. Some places, the writers wore ties every day. Other stops were filled with the slap of flip-flops and crack of pool balls. Remember that one Creative Director?
…and your eyes are glazing over.
Cue the work!
If you’ve made it this far…I’ve hidden a $100 bill somewhere in Manhattan. Email me with the subject line “CLUEMASTER” and I will give you your first clue to discovering it.