George Lois, an icon of ads and magazine covers, has died at 91

From NPR.

George Lois, the hard-selling, charismatic advertising man and designer who fashioned some of the most daring magazine images of the 1960s and popularized such catchphrases and brand names as "I Want My MTV" and "Lean Cuisine," has died. He was 91.

Lois' son, the photographer Luke Lois, said he died "peacefully" Friday at his home in Manhattan.

Nicknamed the "Golden Greek" and later (to his displeasure) an "Original Mad Man," George Lois was among a wave of advertisers who launched the "Creative Revolution" that jolted Madison Avenue and the world beyond in the late 1950s and '60s. 

He was boastful and provocative, willing and able to offend, and was a master of finding just the right image or words to capture a moment or create a demand.

His Esquire magazine covers, from Muhammad Ali posing as the martyr Saint Sebastian to Andy Warhol sinking in a sea of Campbell's tomato soup, defined the hyper spirit of the '60s as much as Norman Rockwell's idealized drawings for the Saturday Evening Post summoned an earlier era. 

As an ad man, he devised breakthrough strategies for Xerox and Stouffer's and helped an emerging music video channel in the 1980s by suggesting ads featuring Mick Jagger and other rock stars demanding, with mock-petulance, "I Want My MTV!"

Lois boiled it down to what he called the "Big Idea," crystallizing "the unique virtues of a product and searing it into people's minds." 

He was inducted into numerous advertising and visual arts halls of fame, and in 2008 his Esquire work was added to the permanent collection of the Museum of Modern Art. Martin Scorsese, Tina Brown and Graydon Carter were among his admirers.

His legacy was vast, although the actual dimensions are disputed. His claims to developing the 1960s "I Want My Maypo" breakfast ads and to inspiring the creation of New York magazine have been widely contradicted. 

Some former Esquire colleagues would allege that he exaggerated his role at the expense of other contributors, such as Carl Fischer, who photographed many of the magazine's famous covers. 

Lois, the son of Greek immigrants, was born in New York City in 1931 and would cite the racism of his Irish neighborhood for his drive "to awaken, to disturb, to protest." 

He liked to say that a successful advertiser absorbed as many influences as possible, and he prided himself on his knowledge of everything from sports to ballet. 

He was a compulsive drawer and for much of his life made weekly visits to the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

He enrolled in Pratt Institute, soon met his future wife and eloped with her before either had graduated. 

After serving in the Army during the Korean War, he joined the advertising and promotion department of CBS and in 1960 helped found the advertising agency Papert Koenig Lois. 

Two years later he was recruited by Esquire editor Harold Hayes and remained until 1972, the same year Hayes left.

Esquire was a prime venue for the so-called New Journalism of the 1960s, nonfiction stories with a literary approach, and the magazine would publish such celebrated pieces as Gay Talese's portrait of Frank Sinatra and Tom Wolfe's "The Last American Hero Is Junior Johnson. Yes!" 

But to read the words, you had to buy the magazine, and Lois' covers launched countless conversations.

For a cover story on "The New American Woman," he featured a naked model folded into a garbage can. 

A notorious 1970 cover showed a grinning Lt. William Calley, the serviceman later found guilty of murdering unarmed civilians in the My Lai Massacre, with his arms around a pair of Vietnamese children, two other kids behind him.

In the mid-1970s, Lois was among the public figures who led efforts to free the boxer Rubin "Hurricane" Carter from prison. Carter's conviction for murder was later overturned, and he was released in 1985. 

Lois also wrote several books and was featured in the 2014 documentary about Esquire, "Smiling Through the Apocalypse."

Interest in Lois was renewed through the popularity of the AMC series "Mad Men," but he was not flattered, writing in his book "Damn Good Advice" that the show was "nothing more than a soap opera set in a glamorous office where stylish fools hump their appreciative, coiffured secretaries, suck up martinis, and smoke themselves to death as they produce dumb, lifeless advertising."

"Besides," he added, "when I was in my 30s I was better looking than Don Draper."