The Editor of Wired has posted up pictures of the Conde Nast magazine's new San Francisco offices. They look lovely, as Katie Rosman said on Twitter, a veritable journalism showroom. There's still some room for individuality.

We all treasure our photos of loved ones. Mementos of personal accomplishment. I encourage you to proudly display a few small items at your desk because our workspace reflects who we are.

Oh my. Who read this memo before it went out, and did they hope the Wired leader to trip so badly?

Scott Dadich came to our offices once. He was a suit, one with impeccable waist-cinching tailoring. The offices, and I, must have looked very shabby.

While the Wired office does look fascistically stylish, like that intimidating gay weekend house I once stayed at in the Hamptons, it is the text of Dadich's memo that stands out, as more purely fascistic. Aside from some standard Conde Nast corporate revulsion, at coffee stains, oversized personal photos, and stray action figures, there's this priceless passage:

I think you'll be delighted to see that we've engineered spaces that are designed to get messy, entire rooms for the implements of creative inspiration and expression. The common newsroom and community spaces are not those places.


Gawker Media staffers will be moving into new offices at 2 W 17th St by the middle of the year. Wired has photos; we are still at the renderings stage, but the stance should be clear.

Teams will be in pods, rather than open-plan, so they can talk with their closest colleagues without disturbing the whole floor. The common newsroom and community spaces are places for creative inspiration and expression. Action figures will be encouraged. Any journalist who wants to be free: come work with the very freest โ€” at Gawker.