Whenever I get a request for a cover from Lauren Draper at the New York Observer, I know it will end up being a good time. The schedule is tight, and sometimes the concept is too broad to work visually, but I always end up with the kind of final piece that reflects my admittedly adolescent aesthetic.
I've enjoyed Charlie Rangel's performance art in politics the same way I used to appreciate Tip O'Neill's back in the old days of All Politics Is Local. I'm not a New Yorker, so I can't say whether I'm sympatico with Charlie politically or not, but any guy who can survive being photographed catching a nap on the beach in full drool mode with the man wedgie front and center must be made of some good stuff. Here, we have him in Willy Loman mode, bags packed for possibly one last road trip.