Robert E. McGinnis







He did everything - magazine and paperback illustrations, movie posters (his first was Breakfast at Tiffanys)  espionage, Westerns, romance, Gothics. Saturday Evening Post, Good Housekeeping, True Detective, Esquire, James Bond.  As a pre-teen, he got me excited and ultimately disappointed. I thought once I grew up and left my hometown and moved to the city - I’d meet and live among his amazing, sexy, alluring, crafty, enigmatic and ridiculously beautiful men and women.  Well, once in a very rare moment I did. But either their style and time had come and gone and I was too late for the party or, more likely, they never existed in the first place.  




















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