I took a brief field trip to W. 29th Street recently. Officially, it was to ask the Art Director’s Club if their library might be interested in my father-in-law’s huge collection of excellent old annuals and design
books, from the twenties through the seventies. Sadly, they didn’t give a damn—only digital matters now. But the trip was worthwhile, in that I discovered other interesting things. Not the least of which is a surreal world populated by manikins, who are so well-organized they have a president.
