Today at work we had to brief an illustrator to draw a storyboard for a commercial. The TV spot was going to feature a woman of my age and the art director decided he wanted the woman in the ad to be wearing a shirt like mine.
So he took a photo of me to send to the illustrator so he would know the kind of high fashion we wanted the woman to be wearing in his drawing.
I took this as a compliment until, upon opening the photo on his computer, the art director said,
"Well, we don't want those shoes in there, so I'll just crop it," and with one fatal mouse swoop, he managed to not only reduce me to a double amputee, but also to squash my pride.
But I'm the first to admit that Birkenstocks are not the most flattering shoe in the world, but I am just not the stiletto type and refuse to suffer for fashion, especially since my day involves a lot of walking to and from work.
So imagine my silent glee, when coming home from work, a woman gets on the train, takes off her high heels to rest her feat on the seat opposite her, and has two big bandages covering her toes.
All I could think was, ah, if my art director only had his mouse now, her feet would be reduced to pixels with no real purpose--except to give the delete key a reason for being.
2 comments:
I love Birkenstocks! And some of their styles are very attractive AND comfortable! Walking in high-heels is a mystery to me. I enjoy your blog, by the way.
Glad you enjoy the blog. I just got back from Berlin where I did the sin of all sins. I wore socks with my Birkenstocks. I just couldn't help it after the first day, when my feet started to get blisters, yes, when you walk 15k in one day, you'll get them even from Birkenstocks!
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