All my visitor passes to The New Yorker
who says i'm not a model
For some reason when I began submitting cartoons to The New Yorker in 2016, I also felt inclined to keep all of the guest passes I received in order to get into the building. The horrible digital photos they took of you as you went through security in 1 World Trade felt like like visual poetry. Who is she?? An artist? A murderer? A weather girl??? Grainy photos barely catching a glance of me as I was on my way to get rejected from Bob Mankoff (initially, now Emma Allen) seemed like memories I’d want to keep, no matter how blurry. So I kept one, then I kept another, and soon I had a pile on my drawing desk that felt like some sort of badge of honor. Little time stamps of me, with different lengths of hair, seasons coming and going. I just loved it. Unfortunately I don’t actually have every single one of these before the in person meetings were canceled indefinitely, but I do have a ton of them. Then there’s all the times I only submitted via email (the only option we have these days… sigh). But I thought I’d finally share the collection I do have. So here they are! Do you have a favorite, disturbing, blurry photo? Are these just mug shots for cartoonist??
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Just watched: an incredible documentary about hummingbirds
1-29-2019 may be my favorite. You look like found footage in a horror movie.
Then again, 11-19-2019 has a real "The Ring" quality to it... ❤❤❤
In one pass I guess the camera was on strike or something, and instead of a photo there's just a graphic representation of a human, with a circle for the head and something meant to be the shoulders underneath it.