New York Publishing in the Late-Aughts

I remember sitting next to a fancy older lady with plumped lips and sunglasses and a pug under her seat on the plane to Laguardia (Was it Ms. Wintour herself, in disguise, flying coach?). This was 2008.

With customary New York stubbornness, we didn’t speak until about forty-five minutes into the hour-long flight. Then we ordered some thimbles of airplane wine. She said she used to work in magazines. I told her I was moving up to start my “real life” with a magazine internship in New York publishing.