A Quote by James Rosenquist

I used to know Madison Avenue advertisers. I didn't like 'em. Bunch of jerks. — © James Rosenquist
I used to know Madison Avenue advertisers. I didn't like 'em. Bunch of jerks.
You know why Madison Avenue advertising has never done well in Harlem? We're the only ones who know what it means to be Brand X.
[Hillary Clinton] spent hundreds of millions of dollars on an advertising - you know, they get Madison Avenue into a room.
There are certainly numberless women of fashion who consider it perfectly natural to go miles down Fifth Avenue, or Madison Avenue, yet for whom a voyage of half a dozen blocks to east or west would be an adventure, almost a dangerous impairment of good breeding.
Madison Avenue is full of masochists who unconsciously provoke rejection by their clients. I know brilliant men who have lost every account they have ever handled.
Madison Avenue is afraid of the dark.
Once you become more like Madison Avenue, you become acutely sensitive to what's going to annoy your clients.
As the great philosopher George Santayana would have said, 'those who cannot remember the past . . . should simply read Jan Van Meter's Tippecanoe and Tyler Too.' Van Meter's greatest hits collection of slogans is the catchiest ever retelling of American history. It's like the greatest minds of Madison Avenue sat down to write a history book. They don't make sound bites like they used to!
There are so many of these young-adult movies with these cold guys who act like jerks to girls but are hiding soft sentiments. But in the real world most guys who act like jerks are jerks. Generally they are. I spent a lot of high school thinking that horrible guys must be very sensitive and interesting and it's not true.
When I was coming up, I kept a ton of comic books, almost 300 comic books. Back in the day, they didn't used to cost that much, so I used to keep 'em, collect 'em, trade 'em.
What is self-image? Who started talking about one? I rather fancy it was Madison Avenue.
It [culture] invites people to diminish themselves, and dehumanize themselves by behaving like machines, meme processors of memes passed down from Madison Avenue, and Hollywood, and what have you.
There's more musical freedom on Madison Avenue than anywhere else. It's an Eden for a composer.
Ads are carefully designed by the Madison Avenue frog-men of-the-mind for semiconscious exposure.
When I got back to Madison Avenue, I realized that copywriters made more than artists, so I switched.
I used to think that the image of the press in the 1940s - a bunch of guys in hats screaming on the courthouse steps - was all baloney. I used to say, 'I know reporters. We're not like that.' But we are.
Copywriters on Madison Avenue constantly grapple with the question of where their work sits on the totem pole of 'real' writing.
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