I went into the New Yorker offices at the One World Trade Center for the first time to work on an assignment, and man—what a beautiful place. It was so futuristic and well lit. I’ve been reading the magazine for a while, and seeing the different departments working on it in the flesh was an eye-opening experience. While I was going on a tour, I saw Richard Brody, the film critic, at his laptop writing, with a hot coffee by his side. He was stroking his long grey beard, seemingly in the zone. I thought… “Wow, these people are actually real and not just those iconic cartoon profile pictures.” Great place to work.