Paul Farhi’s memo to Romenesko:
And then one day this week, You wanted me again. Hungrily. Desperately. You searched everywhere for me. You lined up outside my door, stood in the rain and cold, on the chance that I would be available to You again.
And I wasn’t there. How ironic!
Finally, You recognized something in me again. Something that had been dormant all these years. That You needed me.
That You needed to hold me again. If only for one special day.
This week hasn’t been so bad for the mag business, either.