When I was a young lad in college at A&M, I had the dream of having my own entertainment/pop culture magazine. So one night at the campus student computing center, I started tinkering around with one of the earlier versions of Photoshop to create the first issue of Speed.
Why did I call it speed? I have no idea. I just knew that Alicia Keys was really hot at the time (circa 2001) so I wanted her on the cover.
I was really excited about this imaginary magazine that would never hit newsstands, so I showed my friend Zaid the cover I created with my kindergarten Photoshop skills.
He took one look at it and started tinkering with his much more graphic savvy skills and came up with this:
I was in awe. This was my magazine. This was my baby. I had dreams of being the Editor-in-Chief of this magazine. I would start off by giving the magazines out for free in front of grocery stores. Then I would hand one to Anna Wintour and she’d be impressed with my work and hire me as her assistant. I would work for her for six months and she would be floored by my work ethic and she would fall in love with me. We would get married and she would pass on the duties of Vogue to me. After her unfortunate death of natural causes, I would rise to the challenge of running the Vogue empire and taking care of our four kids, Flotsam, Santa Maria, Shasta and Brillo. Then I would pass on after I lose in a chivalrous sword fight against the emperor of Canada. My children would carry on the legacy of Vogue in the vision of me and my wife Anna.
Unfortunately, none of this happened. But that’s okay. Because I have a fabulous life as a disgruntled fashion journalist.
- Excited
- Fascinated
- Amused
- Bored
- Sad
- Angry
