I like it when bloggers tell stories.
Steffan Postaer comes through with his latest offering on Gods of Advertising, So you want to be a rock star creative?
A long time ago, while on production in LA, I had a free weekend and so spent it at the hotel pool. I had my book, a pile of magazines and a smoothie from the bar. This is the life, I thought to myself.
My reverie was soon interrupted, however, by the presence of another creative from my agency and his comely companion. That’s not his wife, I thought, as the conspicuous pair made their way poolside. The creative director stopped by my chaise and I could not help but notice his garb: kimono, Ray-Bans, leather sandals, ironic Asian tee shirt. Not to mention the babe. She was actually carrying his bag!
The girl barely acknowledged me, but he was compelled to catch me up on his global escapades and rigorous production schedule. They’d just shot in Paris and were editing in LA. Then it was back to Japan. Leaning over me, he whispered of the blonde: “That’s my assistant. She arranges everything. And she screws me at night.”
Steffan argues that it’s tempting to lust after this life, ater all we work in an ego-driven business. He also hopes “we realize it’s only advertising.”
Do you have similar tales to tell? We’d love to hear them.
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It’s scenarios like these that make it hard for so many people to give up the TV-centric creative department culture.
I remember being 20something and spending 3 weeks in a hotel room in LA that was much larger than my apt in NYC. Returning home was a serious letdown. I threw my towel on the floor and then realized that no one was coming by to pick it up.
Not as lurid as Postaer’s tale, but living large like that is very addicting and thus very hard to give up.
You guys will love this.
I get home after creating a radio ad and my wife makes me rub her feet.
God I love being a rockstar.
i once turned the chance to party with Dale Earnhardt Jr. and the Miami Dolphin cheerleaders at a strip club in Fort Lauderdale after a shoot because i was “too tired”. the worst part is, everything i just said is true.
i once turned DOWN the chance to party…
Wonder if these remembrances further alienate Postaer from his current staff, where the majority of people will never go on glamorous production trips and won’t even be compensated for the Red Bulls required to stay alert in the direct mail sweatshop.
there is a richness in memories forgotten and a deep hurt in one’s that are not.
For everything else there is the bedroom in a two room aparment to store that stuff.
Nancy Marie Kra……..