While at college in Chicago, studying photography and creative writing, I came across a Rolling Stone cover story about the actresses in "The Sweetest Thing," by some guy named Erik Hedegaard.
The following week I went into my creative writing class, put the article in front of my professor and said, "I want to do that. I want to do what he did. Teach me."
She let me do an independent study my senior year where I tried to learn from (mimic, actually) the writer's style. In retrospect, I realize I failed miserably, but A for effort and all that.
So today, now in NYC as a grad student at Columbia's Journalism school, I was riding the 1 train to connect with the A train with my just-purchased copy of Rolling Stone. I was so happy to see that Mr. Hedegaard was at it again.
As always, I was completely sucked in, not even making an effort to hide my outbursts of laughter on the subway (weirder shit happens down there). Giggling over the altoid tangent, I looked up to see the doors close and the platform of my intended stop disappear.
It annoyed me for a second, but then came the "dent," so I bounced back.
Anyway...thanks for the push down my current direction, for the dent, and for continually holding up the mirror.
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While at college in Chicago, studying photography and creative writing, I came across a Rolling Stone cover story about the actresses in "The Sweetest Thing," by some guy named Erik Hedegaard.
The following week I went into my creative writing class, put the article in front of my professor and said, "I want to do that. I want to do what he did. Teach me."
She let me do an independent study my senior year where I tried to learn from (mimic, actually) the writer's style. In retrospect, I realize I failed miserably, but A for effort and all that.
So today, now in NYC as a grad student at Columbia's Journalism school, I was riding the 1 train to connect with the A train with my just-purchased copy of Rolling Stone. I was so happy to see that Mr. Hedegaard was at it again.
As always, I was completely sucked in, not even making an effort to hide my outbursts of laughter on the subway (weirder shit happens down there). Giggling over the altoid tangent, I looked up to see the doors close and the platform of my intended stop disappear.
It annoyed me for a second, but then came the "dent," so I bounced back.
Anyway...thanks for the push down my current direction, for the dent, and for continually holding up the mirror.
Needless to say, Kate rocks. Thanks for weighing in, Kate!
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