A Year in New York

After college I was a messenger at the New Yorker. When I was carrying manuscripts around the city, I also brought my sketchbook and drew stuff — galleries, taxis, fish markets — then came back late to the office. At night I sketched dance performances or pick-up basketball games. I didn’t realize until halfway through the year that I was making a book. Everyone who comes to New York thinks they’re the first to discover it. In a way, that’s true, because they’re discovering it for themselves. This book is my journal of that year.