Brat Summer be dammed, this is 1970 in Malibu and the hippy culture has not touched the advertising executives or their desire so present capitalism, using their chosen props of sharp suits and bottle blondes, they are living the American Dream, sleepwalking, cocktails in hand, into an unsatisfying summer of awkwardness.
Everyone loves Max because he isn’t a threat.
Brody talks shop to Dick and Val
But he owns the hotel
Fill her up
Is this ‘going green’?
Dan Calamint - Artist 