I Was a ‘Vogue’ Intern
My Unpaid Internship at Condé Nast Was Brutal. It Was Also Worth It.
“I need you in the office. Now.”
It was 11 … p.m.
“I’m in Claremont,” I said. “I won’t be able to get there until midnight.”
“Perfect, see you in an hour.” Click.
Halfway through a paper due the next day, I closed my laptop, grabbed my keys, ran out of my dorm room, and jumped into my car. Any time you are working with an editor at Vogue, you always give yourself an extra 20 minutes. I’d told her I would be there by midnight. I had better make it there by 11:40 …
