So we didn’t open any champagne glasses or pour ourselves straight bourbon in offices behind closed doors (after all, we’re ad girls, not mad men). And we didn’t sleep with our secretaries, for more reasons than just the fact that we don’t have them. We didn’t have vodka martinis or smoke cigars and cigarettes at the Playboy club.
What we did do was celebrate our one year of lali life at chiat day by wearing matching glasses. Don’t we look smart enough to be worthy of our jobs?
xo from the original glasses wearer,