As per usual, the appearance of Advertising Week has meant the disappearance of life. Much appreciated though, as the week inevitably turned into the best mix of meets, greets, and moderate debauchery (really, just over indulgence of late-night food and all-time coffee.)
But fret not. Life moves on post Ad Week, and not without new words to read. See below what I had to say about the week, with more to come.
And for good measure: we met some Radio City Rockettes.
Up next, listen for my rants and raves about the ever-extending Toronto fashion season. Pray for my feet. Please.