A memo sent from Scott Dadich to all WIRED employees in San Francisco, obtained by The Awl:
It’s an embarrassment: coffee stains on walls (and countertops and desks), overflowing compost bins, abandoned drafts of stories and layouts (full of highly confidential content), day-old, half-eaten food, and, yes, I’m going to say it, action figures. Please. WIRED is no longer a pirate ship. It’s the home of world-changing journalism. It’s the West Coast home of Condé Nast. And it’s increasingly a place where we, and our New York colleagues and owners, host artists, founders, CEOs, and advertisers.
Even the biggest workspaces can get cluttered. I recently made great strides in my desk organization by sitting my 14" Life-like Wookiee bust on it. It takes up a third of the space normally piled high with notes, beer caps, and opened envelops.
Take a look at the link for a photo gallery featuring the new WIRED offices. It’s a very pretty space.