Or Why Astoria Matters So Much
Through a lens of cinema style digressions, the story of John Jacob Astor played across a super-sized world map on a Portland church stage.
Colored sticky notes marked the way.
It wasn’t high-tech, or low-tech. It was visually engaging correct-tech, something you don’t often see.
A story as grand as Astor’s doesn’t need much help. Most presenters fail when they won’t exit the frame.
How often do you hear a narrative where the medium outshines the message; where you get a ‘why did they do that’ moment, instead of the ‘ah ha’ moment you expected?
Like a blackjack dealer on a high-end table, historian Rex Ziak flipped a paper trail of the Astor lineage from Waldorf, Germany, to New York City, to Oregon. In turquoise, fuchsia, and blue squares, Mr. Ziak tracked the routes of the richest man in America across the stretched map.
John Jacob Astoria was in the house. Read the rest of this entry