1982 - 1987
celebs, freaks and psychics
Office in the Chrysler Building.
Pasta with cream sauce for lunch. Late meetings to sort out cast, crew, sets for tomorrow's shoot. (There's always a "tomorrow's shoot.")
Ringmaster of a media-circus. Writer and director for Grey Advertising's gabillion-dollar Murdoch account.
The drill: An hour before dawn, jogs to subterranean video facility near the UN. Thirteen hours later, three commercials have been shot, edited, mixed, released for distribution. Jogs home. Sleeps. (Repeats twice weekly, year after year.)
Elaborate productions. Breakneck speed. Heaps of talent:
Hollywood icons, prima ballerinas, mobsters, mobster's daughters, psychics, astrologers, little people, huge people, diet-gurus, politicians, magicians, game-show hosts, comedians, animals, babies. (Though never all at once.)
In his spare time, accepts freelance challenges. Writes, directs long-format productions. Raises standards of creative excellence. Raises eyebrows.