The man sat at his computer and flipped through the images of the F/W 2012 collections that had been touted by photographers looking for marketing jobs. He selected the ones he liked and stored them in his email.
The next day he awoke. It was cold and gusty and it might have been snowing. He walked down the street smiling with his collar popped up to ward against Jack Frost, and, just like in the commericals, he walked into Kinkos. He printed the images off in large, blanket-like sizes. He carried them home, under his arm. The paper whipped in the wind and made ripping noises. The paper held. His collar kept his neck warm and reminded him to keep his head down.
The next day he awoke. It was cold and gusty and it might have been snowing. In his warm house, he picked up a blanket-sized photo of an Italian made moleskin jacket. He taped it over his naked chest. He picked up a photo of work trousers. He taped it over his naked legs. He taped a F/W 2012 scarf to his neck. He taped a pair of F/W 2012 boots to his feet. He taped a F/W hat to his head.
He walked down the street grimacing at the cold. Jack Frost blew and ripped at the paper. He was glad when he arrived at his destination. No wonder Kodak filed Chapter 11. F/W 2012 wasn’t that warm.