On yet another overcast, crappy New York workday, when I should be focused on the September fashion photo edit, pulling layouts together, and periodically getting up to flex some managerial muscles in the small of my back, I find myself instead with my door closed, furtively tinkering with Pandora and coddling my OCD habit: surfing the web for original paintings of late 60's, early 70's Cuban poster art. It's kind of win-win since if I'm suddenly rudely interrupted by my Managing Editor telling me to
pass along a first-proof, it looks as if I'm merely "researching"
illustrators and therefore doing legit biz. Now if only I could
accompany my little siesta with a Mojito, I'd be ALL set. The
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