Yay, Toronto!
Belated congratulations to Tim, Mike and all our friends at Ogilvy Toronto on their unprecedented and much deserved triumph. Jamie and I couldn't be happier. Well... unless we'd done the ad. That would make us significantly happier, actually.
We've worked with Tim in the past but I don't really know him that well, so I hope he takes this post with the affection and admiration with which it's intended, because I think the man is a demigod. Not for winning two Grand Prix awards for a single execution. That pales next to the achievement of convincing your girlfriend to be the Before picture in a critique of the beauty myth.
"Stephanie was perfect, as she has skin flaws like anyone," says Piper.
Jesus Christ, man. I'm reflexively protecting my crotch just thinking about discussing my girl's skin flaws with the international press.
-Graham
P.S. On the subject of Canadian pride, I saw Sicko yesterday and I am very, very glad that any illnesses I've had have been north of the 49th parallel. Also, French people have better lives than I do.
