In praise of ridiculously-complicated schemes to get a cover photo.

OK, this is kind of awesome.

At first I was, like, Dude, you could have just Photoshopped that.  Then I stopped, took a good look at myself in the mirror, and shook my own damn head at my own damn foolishness.  Yes, I supposed that they could have done a Photoshop. Or they could have used 62 strips of paper, 20 people, and a helicopter to make an epic-level magazine cover. Because, really: what cooler thing were they planning to do that day, anyway?

Just goes to show. You have to grow old (the alternative sucks): but you don’t have to (entirely) grow up. You have to eventually grow up a lot, sure.  You should just make sure that you’re not too grown-up to eschew coolness for coolness’s sake.

Here endeth the lesson.

4 thoughts on “In praise of ridiculously-complicated schemes to get a cover photo.”

  1. Alternately, they just photoshopped it, then made up some details, knowing that it would be too good (and insignificant) to check.

    1. George Orwell called.
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      No, I don’t know how he got my number.
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      By the time we were done arguing over how he was calling from beyond the grave, he had forgotten why he called.
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      Mew

  2. I don’t understand a cover article devoted to walking in New York. Doesn’t everyone do that? Wouldn’t that be like doing an article on driving in Houston? i.e., everybody does it, that’s kind of the defining activity of the city?

    Now, an article on walking in Houston, or driving in New York – that would be interesting.

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