1985. A simpler time when "breathtaking power" meant a whopping 20 megabytes of hard drive space and a "high-capacity" floppy disk.
Looking at this distinguished gentleman, he is so absolutely staggered by the sheer, unbridled processing might of the 80286 chip that his bowler hat has literally levitated off his head. Either that, or the cooling fan on that beige monolith is blowing a gale-force wind straight toward the ceiling.
The aesthetic here is peak mid-80s corporate chic: a pristine white tulip table, two terribly sad romantic roses shoved into a vase, and a computer monitor that doubles as a structural load-bearing pillar. And let's not ignore the most bizarre detail: he appears to be wearing white gloves to type. Does this mean the keyboard runs hot? Is he a highly sophisticated jewel thief hacking the mainframe between heists? Or does he just refuse to get his oily, human fingerprints on that pristine, chunky beige plastic? We may never know, but he is clearly living in the year 3000 while the rest of us are still trying to figure out how to configure our MS-DOS.
Source: Esquire Magazine, August 1985.
