i’m a big fan of a funny blog. call it aspiration, call it lack of a life, either way.
the maker of this blog surfs the websites of large corporations and finds pictures of the executives who work there. then… no wait, my explanation doesn’t do the genius of it justice. let me show you instead:
Bert, you need to start shaving your forehead. Or you can get special creams from the ladies department. Maybe laser treatment? A GCOO with a visible forehead would be much better for business, especially in more hairless Nordic regions.
i imagine he’s not wearing any pants below the waist. just some crazy patterned boxer shorts.
Something’s gone wrong. There’s been a breach in protocol. This one slipped through the net. He’s SMILING. Somebody call security.
Didn’t know you could still get glasses like that. Or ties like that. Or suits like that. And the shirt looks like… denim? Could it really be a denim shirt? Denim? A denim shirt on the day you KNOW is the day you’re having your photo taken? He’s either the coolest rebel at the company or hasn’t got any proper shirts.
those wild and crazy ‘Bayer Corporation’ guys!
Tight lips, controlled gaze.
They’re cleverly standing far enough apart that the other one could easily be cropped out of the photo, should a boardroom power struggle r
esult in one of them stabbing the other in the back.
Here’s a man who hasn’t updated his collection of suits since he got his first low-level executive position in 1972. He also wore this to his wedding in 1978. And to funerals in 1982, 1987, 1988, 1992 and 1996. The suit was then ‘mothballed’ in 1997 in favour of a more casual, jacket-less style – but Garth’s recent promotion demanded a quick dry clean and a return to service.
Named the company after yourself? Have an extremely firm idea of what kind of lighting situations your face looks best in? It would be wrong of us to label Kevin P. Kauffman a self-obsessed control freak based on the evidence of one photo.
any relation to roger moore? doubtful. although there is a little something around the eyes, don’t you think?
Barbecue at Ron’s this weekend. Don’t worry about bringing any meat of your own, Ron’s chest freezer is packed. He has all the kinds of sausages. Literally every type of sausage known to man. Beef, pork, pork and beef, venison, pork & leek, pork & apple, pork & Korean dog sausage – everything.
and here we go, another zany tie. what’s the bet it was a father’s day gift from the kids?
and of course, last but not least, we shouldn’t forget the executive women. Meet Carol Kunau:
The wacky choice of spectacle frames says “Don’t trust me to organise the office party” – otherwise it’ll be karaoke and a disco.