I worked with Peter for only a few months, before he left Condé Nast Traveler (the second time) for Fairchild. He once asked me to read the entirety of Journey into Fear, an Eric Ambler novel from 1940, to find a few atmospheric passages that we could excerpt as pull quotes for a fashion spread shot aboard the Danube Express, a luxury train that “flows through the heart of the Continent” from Istanbul to Frankfurt. The trip, the display copy read, would make for “a perfect film noir.” It was a tiny thing and a decadent waste of time and one of the greatest assignments I’d ever been given.
"The biggest and most private of the offices belonged to their boss, [Peter], a rather crazed steel-haired man in khakis, just old enough to be the father of the youngest of his employees. He was always loose with a riot of words and prone to extravagant monologues with endless and excruciating pauses. Everyone adored him."
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