Sunday, February 20, 2011

Spy's Like Us

Our Executive Editor's first paying job out of college was as a research intern at Spy Magazine, where, after a $60,000 education, he earned barely twice the Mexican minimum wage while living in midtown Manhattan. (And this was a considerable step up from his previous, unpaid job at Harper's, which he agreed to take because the magazine is owned by the folks who hand out those Genius Awards. J-Schoolers take note: three months of free labor for the MacArthur family does not guarantee you a $500,000 grant on the back end.) But so it's not inaccurate to call Burro Hall a direct descendant of Spy, much in the way, say, "Personal Best" is a direct descendant of For Whom the Bell Tolls.

You don't agree, dear reader? Well, we'll have you know that the preceding joke was lifted almost verbatim from the June 1992 issue, and yet it feels just as fresh here today as it did 18-and-a-half years ago. Consider your mind officially blown.

Anyway, the point of this ramble is to let you know - at the risk of inviting a very unflattering comparison - that the magazine's entire archives are now available online for you to waste your entire Sunday perusing.  Mexican readers confused by repeated references Anthony Haden-Guest and Larry Tisch are invited to email us directly.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

re masthead.... so that`s what happened to your private jet.

Anonymous said...

Proceeding your Spy period..I was a struggling set designer working as a construction manager on renovation of the Spy offices,in, I believe the Puck building? I discovered you a year and a half ago, while planning our move to Oaxaca. The anticipation of getting here, was humped by reading you. I wet my pants at least three times a week. Kepp it up.

Burro Hall said...

Well, if you did any work on the ballroom downstairs, then you designed the room where I met Mrs. Burro back during the George HW Bush Administration. In which case, forcing you to soil your pants is really the least I can do...