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August 1 2014

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Summer Friday: How Two Top Music Publicists Spend Their Afternoons Out of the Office

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Like the George Gershwin song goes, “Summertime, and the livin’ is easy.” Especially if your workweek is cut short thanks to “Summer Fridays.” The extra hours go a long way in making every weekend seem like a holiday. If you’re short on inspiration for your own Summer Fridays, just look to our new season-long series in which we ask industry people with cool jobs to share how they’ll be spending their free afternoons.

Chances are at least one of your favorite bands is repped by Press Here Publicity. Linda Carbone and Chloë Walsh, who started the full-service public relations company ten years ago, have worked with everyone from full-fledged icons to up-and-coming artists. Their current roster includes Blondie, Yoko Ono, Depeche Mode, Phoenix, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Bat for Lashes, The Kills, and Blood Orange, among others. Since the duo work out of opposite coasts—with Chloë based in L.A. and Linda in NYC—they shared with us two very different takes on how they’ll be spending their Summer Fridays.

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Chloë: I’m still in awe of the variety L.A. has to offer. From the office it’s about a fifty-minute drive to Topanga Canyon. It’s my favorite of all the canyons because it’s the greenest and reminds me the most of Europe, where I’m from. Looking down at the ocean, surrounded by olive trees, it feels very Mediterranean. There’s far more foliage on the hikes there, so it’s possible to walk mostly in the shade, unlike the other canyon hikes. Topanga is just a few minutes’ drive from Malibu and the best, wildest beaches. I’m always impressed by the surfers, and after a long week in the office, there’s nothing more relaxing than watching the sun drop down beneath the water.

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Linda: Starting around 3 p.m. on a Friday afternoon, I shake off the stress of the week and take a wild ride with my silver slip of an Italian greyhound, Lulu. I shut down the office, turn off my phone, jump in the car with the windows wide open, turn up the volume (old vocalists Louis Armstrong, Ella Fitzgerald, swing, Benny Goodman, Django Reinhardt), and breathe in the great gushes of sea-salty sun-drenched air.

A rabble of good friends and dogs unbundle at the house in East Hampton, and it’s bespoke margaritas, Marco Polo in the pool, and food. Lots and lots of good food! Grilling organic salmon, local handpicked veggies, and homemade Key lime pies by the dozens. After morning brunches and afternoons of shopping (often spending too much money), we arrive home to find the dogs waiting for a game of catch. Some evenings we meet up with friends at their houses, or go to dinner on the water and watch the sunset. Sometimes we head to the beach at dusk to sit on the rocks with a few bottles of wine, to tell stories under the moonlight while making plans for the future. Many evenings are spent falling asleep to old movies with the wind rustling in the trees above us.