Three representatives from the Church of Scientology were standing outside Conde Nast headquarters this morning and distributing copies of their Thetan-inspired magazine Freedom. This month’s issue is a parody of The New Yorker that’s filled with articles attacking writer Lawrence Wright and his employer for a 24,000 word piece about “Crash” director Paul Haggis. Read more »
See Max Fish like you’ve never seen it before: clean. The New Yorker did a great job making the bar appear more respectable than ever in this gently scored video of owner Ulli Rimkus giving a tour of the artwork in the space. Read more »
With his iPhone, artist Jorge Colombo sketches New York City street scenes. Now, a hot dog cart scene the digital artist drew while hanging out in Times Square is featured on the New Yorker’s latest cover. After the jump is a video highlighting Colombo’s process with the Brushes application. Read more »
Following in the missteps of many an advertiser, Starbucks this week placed their own New Yorker style cartoon ads in the magazine. And they’re painfully unentertaining. Click on them and gape and wince. Which one sucks worse? Tough call! A rooster that drinks coffee? HAHAHAHAHA! Or, a woman cooing like a mourning dove about a guy she just boned—because he likes the same burnt Joe as her. Both are about cocks! In fact the captions are interchangeable. Go ahead and switch ‘em, the cartoons still make perfect sense. OK, here, I’ll take literally 30 seconds and write my own captions. ROOSTER: “I can’t believe Edgar can crow, let alone walk, after last night’s threesome. Must be the Starbucks.” WOMAN: “Ten inch dick and he likes Starbucks Breakfast Blend.” Again, they’re interchangeable.
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