While bombs were bursting in air and the last vestiges of the advertising age were being blasted into oblivion, post-advertising revolutionaries were hunkered down at The Back Room in New York City drinking until we couldn’t see. It was a scary night.

But now that it’s over, we can all come out and squint into the sunlight. After the apocalypse, there will be sun and things will grow again. This is a Post Advertising guarantee. Welcome to the post-advertising age.

Check out pics of the debauchery here.