Sugar rushed, brains stormed
Lots of cakes, lots of ideas ( photo: Veerle Frissen)
Three issues back to back – November, December, January – by the time we came to brainstorm the third one, we needed a mountain of sticky pastries in the middle of the table to get our poor, tired, brains kick-started.
After all the attention they got for their Japanese series on our blog, we HAD to invite Arnaud and Adrien, and they ended up being the only men at the table; jeez, I’ve only been editor one month and it’s already become a chick-fest around here!
Arnaud, Adrien, Ulrike (photo: Veerle Frissen)
January is going to be The Morning After issue, which lead to some pretty base trains of thought – the absolute worst-ever morning after stories (most of which seemed to involve pee and/or amnesia), the most embarrassing-ever late night text messages (most of which seemed to involve sex), the freakiest before-after photo stories (none of which would have made it onto the pages of Flair.)
Hettie-the-editor makes that tricky more caffeine /more sugar choice (photo: Veerle Frissen)
We finally forgot all the gross stuff long enough to get down to the business of serious content, and laid down some the treats that are in store for you in January; what happens to a band’s musical output once it goes through rehab? Has being watched by Facebook changed the way we behave on a night out? Who takes the first metro of the morning? What happens to doomsday cults when the apocalypse fails to happen when predicted? How many days does it take for a full English breakfast to go really mouldy? How do you get your space ready for the morning after an almighty binge?
Meli, keeping us grounded (photo: Veerle Frissen)
Loads to get working on – too many ideas, too little time – we’re already tempted to cancel Christmas to make sure this issue gets to you super perky and looking fresh for the morning after.
Obama checks out the brainstorm notes (photo: Veerle Frissen)
Written by Hettie Judah
on November 23, 2009
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We are lacking in some Word Brethren… A bit of Yang?
my bad my bad, sorry folks!
waking up in a different city?
flying over time – say EU – Australia – at that point in the flight when it is both night on one side of the plane and morning on the other…
or…. falling in love at first sight, and waking up to a new life! :)
Brilliant blog post! Pics – makes one want to become a professional brainstormer! (off to buy some croissants aux amandes now)
Hi Alia – that’s a great idea, and chimes with stuff Meli was talking about – reminds me of the idea in William Gibson’s Pattern Recognition that the soul takes longer to travel than the body, which is why we feel so peculiar after a long flight –
“She knows, now, absolutely, hearing the white noise that is London, that Damien’s theory of jet lag is correct: that her mortal soul is leagues behind her, being reeled in on some ghostly umbilical down the vanished wake of the plane that brought her here, hundreds of thousands of feet above the Atlantic. Souls can’t move that quickly, and are left behind, and must be awaited, upon arrival, like lost luggage.”
I’m going to maybe talk to one of the illustrators about doing something on the subject.