Not Chosen, Just Posin'

I just got a job with a Jewish magazine. I'm not Jewish. They think I am.

Friday, March 09, 2007

Today ended as the Publisher's Wife brought a cd over to the Silent Designer's desk. She asked him to print out the saved pics of her golfing; print them out, and then mat them so that the end product is a seeming "action shot" of her taking a swing. She's hanging it on the wall at her house. Oh, the poor Publisher.

The reason the Publisher's Wife even has such a series of pictures is because she had the photo team, who was supposed to be shooting a model for our cover, take them of her while the model waited. When the crew was actually shooting the intended shots, the Publisher's Wife kept ordering them to "hurry, we don't have a lot of time." Then, as they passed an ornate bench, she had them take a picture of her reading the mag while sitting on the bench.

Now we have no good shot for the cover and the Silent Designer is pissed at all the photoshopping he's going to do--most likely to delete the Publisher's Wife from the background, where she was all but putting bunny ears behind the model's head to keep the attention focused on her.

In the meantime, if anyone has a good method of getting the Dumbshit Ad Guy to stop singing, "We're blogging now. We're blogging now," I'd be open to hearing it.

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