Scrambler

​An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life in America. Live from New York.

An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life New York City.

The 2014 Scrambler Cannes Diary, Part Un.

OK, here we go. The big one. Time for Cannes. Waiting to board the flight to Paris from Shanghai, I can spot the telltale advertising knobs, especially the French ones (looking at you, guy sitting next to me at Starbucks who keeps reading this). Or they might just be normal French knobs. Who knows?

Going in to Cannes, my feelings are the following: 

Fear. Do I have what it takes to drink with the worlds most seasonsed alcoholics for 7 straight days? These guys have decades of pent up frustration and creative angst, I have a mere 3 years of living in China. Actually, that should balance things out, and I've been practising for weeks by inhaling Campari and Sodas whenever possible (which is always - It's an acceptable breakfast drink!).

Excitement. The group I'm heading to Cannes with are from Jack Morton all over the world. Some I know, some I'll get to know. Either way, this group will be good times.  Plus I'm sure I'll find trouble with others. 

Shame. Just a little. I do declare the next time I head to Cannes, it will be to pick up a Lion. Or at least to stand next to the dude holding it. But who am I kidding, I'll be going any time they ask me to.  Also, I'm ashamed that I don't have a good tan going in. Stupid Shanghai late start to summer.

Ok, to board. Let's do this. Updates to Follow. 

BRACE. 

 

 

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