I started interning at Vaughan Hannigan in September 2012. On the first day, I was nervous yet very excited- probably the same feelings as all who start a new internship or job. I was introduced to my desk and the people in the office -11 people including myself and a part-time freelancer. VH is a small stock photo agency with smaller sub-agencies AUGUST (celebrity/beauty) and OTTO (architecture based). Everyone was really nice and really wanted me to get the best out of the experience. I always wanted to learn more about the business end of the photo industry so working at an agency was a good idea. I did my best in everything that was assigned to me. I asked questions whenever I did not understand something. Something I learned at my last internship at Condé Nast is that you should never be afraid to ask questions if something is unclear. After a month of interning, I was asked to meet the owners of the agencies, Thea Vaughan and Bill Hannigan. During the meeting, Thea and Bill asked me about my future plans and expressed how much the office appreciated my work ethic and that they loved working with me. By the end of the meeting I was offered a part-time staff position once the internship was over! I was so grateful. I never knew I’d get hired. I never really expected anything except getting the best out the time I had here. I am currently in my second month working officially as VH’s part-time Agency Assistant. I am truly grateful and I can finally say I love my job! If you guys ever need internship advice, you can come to me anytime. I still have a lot to learn but I can help with any gray areas if possible. Best of luck to everyone, always!
this poem encapsulates an unspoken truth about being underground with strangers multiple times a day. we’re constantly bumping up against, avoiding and looking at people in the trains to and from our destinations. it’s hard to avoid the fact that ethnicity, class and gender/sexuality share a common space 24/7. this poem shows that not much has changed since the Harlem Renaissance. in honor of Black Power month, I give you Langston Hughes.
Subway Rush Hour
breath and smell
black and white
no room for fear