Living in New York City, West was for me an imported delicacy, rare and savory. A few copies at a time came by mail, usually weeks after they first appeared. But timeliness didn’t matter much. Printed on velvety newsprint West’s saturated full color images had a glowing patina. The illustrations and photographs were the crème-de-la-crème of conceptual art, and consistently so. How many magazine covers and spreads are still recallable after thirty plus years? It is easy to remember one or two, but in West’s case, I really can conjure most of them: The “Goodbye, Ed Sullivan” (June 13, 1971) cover with a tear coming from the CBS eye; “Don’t Swat! We’re Your Friends” (August 29, 1971) cover with the actual size flies against a plain background; and the cover with the bleached out extreme close-up of Charlie Chaplin with only eyes, nose, mouth and mustache staring off the page. Salisbury was also fond of parodying existing magazines, like the Saturday Evening Post, Life magazine, and National Geographic. Yet one of his cleverest covers was a photo of Von Dutch painting the West nameplate on a motorcycle gas tank.