I was an intern. I read and replied to the slush pile stacks and also I opened the mail. This felt glamorous and grown up and a little gross.
I was in charge of rejection. Of only selectively passing things on.
But I was thrilled to commute to complete my tasks.
One day, a package arrived from Ryan McGinness, who is brilliant. It had stickers and stuff and a print that said, “A LOT OF ART IS BORING.” My boss said, “My boyfriend’s name is ‘Art.’ I cannot keep this.” And she gave it to me.
Then I thought, and now I think: if my boyfriend’s name was “Art,” I would especially love it.
