With all the fuss about the DOJ investigation into ad agency production post units and how they are getting humongous kick backs from clients for creating abysmally bad creative work… I have to wonder why we can’t just go back to my Mad Man days of the sixties, when over an uber dollar November lunch at the Four Seasons or the Palm, the production company rep would ask what reward you yearned for at the upcoming Christmas season. Of course the value of the gift would be commensurate with the amount of money you had persuaded your agency to spend with them during that previous year. Obviously My God... I never indulged in such nefarious practices. “Cos, as you well know… I am a fucking prince!
Fuck the Ferarri... Start me up!