More V Magazine, And Oh the Advertisements!

I got to V initially because I was subscribing to W.

And I got into W because, like guys who read Playboy "for the articles," I found such interesting information there.  I learned about Richard Gere's B&B in Bedford.  And Michael Steinhardt's private animal sanctuary. And so much more.

I strive for information and it also helps me with my wardrobe.  I think Derek Blasberg would like all of this. Derek, I will blog about you another time.  You are *the best.*  I heart Derek, even though we haven't met in person.

But check out this awesome LV ad:

The see-through bag reminds me of what all the women have to carry when they work in the department stores.  A total upgrade for Bloomie's employees.  And the ice cream shop chairs:  Oh, how Peppermint Park (which I hope to blog about another time).  It was an end of a Manhattan era when they shut them down.  Derek, ask some of your friends who grew up in and around Manhattan.  They will tell you how much they loved Peppermint Park.  And, nary a good reminiscence online.

And of course, about one year ago I blogged about Smashbox Studios.

Factors got some style and class.

 

This is their newest ad in V Magazine.

I am grateful to be literate.

Smashbox Studios and the Factors

Thank you, Max Factor nee Maximilian Faktorowicz, for building a cosmetic empire that enabled your great grandchildren Dean and Davis Factor to have the wherewithall and chutzpah to open the groundbreaking Smashbox Studios in 1990 (the year yours truly graduated from high school!).

courtesy of beverlyhillspeople.com

 While we are so far removed -- geographically at least -- from LA culture (we feel blessed we do not have to endure freeways...though Bloomberg's roads ain't that well-cared-for), we totally DUG their ad appearing in this month's V Magazine for their Yello Creative Culture Blog they put out with Quixote Studios.

Can't find the ad online...and we're totally dinosaurs without a scanner...but pretty good blog.  We love so many of their connections.  Alphabetized words, written in black on a yellow background, listing all sorts of funky stuff.

Dug it, dig it, we simply thought pretty darn good shtuff.

Now, where on earth are there any Faktorowicz folks left?

Our friend Howard Factor, of no relation to the cosmetic family, was a fine, fine individual.  We're trying to keep the place up.