What's worse than a story that a month too late? A story that's a month too late but tries to earn hipster points by name checking non-celebrity Jackson Pollis.
What the fuck is a photo essay of Lollapalooza, written by a clueless art director, doing in this Sunday's Chicago Tribune Magazine?
What the fuck is a photo essay of Lollapalooza, written by a clueless art director, doing in this Sunday's Chicago Tribune Magazine?
Dear Trib, if you want to pay people to write outdated crap, feel free. However, if you don't want to continue to act and be viewed as a dinosaur, my freelance rates are quite reasonable.
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