|Photo: Ozzie Sweet|
Honestly, I never heard of Ozzie Sweet till this week; then I read the very first paragraph of this NY Times article, and... deja vu all over again. No, it's not exactly the same as Mr. Pellegrin's modern day misadventure- then again, it pretty much served the same purpose (filling a visual gap by blurring both identity and reality). Mr. Sweet's Newsweek cover sold us near total fugazi; Pellegrin on the other hand, makes us more active participants in our own deception- there's just enough real weed in that oregano to take the novice unaware.
Reminds me of the old Johnny Carson joke: "Would you have sex with me for a million dollars? Well... yeah, of course. Would you have sex with me for five dollars? Hey, what kind of girl do ya think I am? We've already established that, we're just arguing about price."