by Cathy Day
All you know about Interview is that Andy Warhol started the magazine in a factory, but it looks pretty upscale to you—whirring computers with funky screensavers, gray cubicle pods, ergonomic chairs with lumbar support, and Levelor–ed windows overlooking Manhattan. This is the first day of your internship at Interview, and you’re wearing a purple silk jacket, a lime green shirt, and the bored, glazed expression of a New Yorker . . .
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