I know I’m about three years late to the party with Mad Men, but I’m finally here. I think the problem with our burgeoning relationship was that I was so obsessed with The Wire that when it ended I thought I’d never love again. What could possibly fill the hole? Nothing, that’s what. Everyone told me I’d love Mad Men, but I didn’t want to hear it. On paper it sounded right for me, but I didn’t want to replace my first love. I wasn’t in the right place. At least I wasn’t for three years or so. I still think about The Wire all the time, but I’ve decided that now it’s time for me to make a little bit of space in my heart for someone new.
I’m currently on season one, episode ten, and while the internet has RUINED Mad Men for me, spoiler-wise, I’m still enjoying it immensely. Predictably, the clothes are KILLING ME, but everything about it is ace really. The office smoking and drinking is fascinating/amazing. Today someone at work cleared out their desk and found a photo of them in the office in the 70s, havin’ a fag. It’s so hard to get your head round, although I did temp at a national paper where whisky from a crystal decanter at all hours was a part of the working life.
Anyway, forget Betty, Peggy, and Joan; my favourite wardrobe of season one belongs to Don’s pal, Rachel Menken. She shares my name, she’s Jewish, she’s a feminist; what’s not to love? All these pictures are from the AMAZING Tom and Lorenzo blog. Top work chaps, much appreciated.