I work in an office with tremendous characters. They are exquisite as well, each one of them with postures Lautrec would certainly know from memory—all of them, bent ballerinas but at the shoulders, concentrating with ease. These misfit Santa’s funky village gang in a sweet office with shared music jamming, old newspaper style, people talking, ease about despite the pressures, and that office feels like a beautiful gang of lovely outsiders. What a wonder.
First: I’m impressed with the Lautrec reference—for a guy who never graduated high school, it’s impressive. Second: I can be cynical about Ryan Adams all I want, but this—while not the description of our office I would come up with (he’s never been back in The Cave with Mohney and our motley crew of dangerous, scary, hard pipe hittin’ IT guys)—was actually a really nice thing to read.
I’m actually waiting for a Big Reveal for Ryan, when he realizes there’s a whole other room in our office filled with people who are much less cheerful and much more poorly dressed. It’ll be like when Dorothy opened the door into the frenzied technicolor Land of Oz, except just the opposite and a thousand times worse.