Months into a freelance ad gig in NYC, I got an email
from Fallon asking if I’d be interested in living in
Minneapolis in the dead of winter for its first-ever
winternship. Housing, transportation, stipend and parka
were included. It would start in about two weeks.
I’d never been to Minnesota or knew anyone within
a reasonable distance. I wondered why I'd ever leave
a steady gig for a temporary one, only to come back to
uncertainty in NYC.
“Free parka?” I wrote back. “I’m in.”
from Fallon asking if I’d be interested in living in
Minneapolis in the dead of winter for its first-ever
winternship. Housing, transportation, stipend and parka
were included. It would start in about two weeks.
I’d never been to Minnesota or knew anyone within
a reasonable distance. I wondered why I'd ever leave
a steady gig for a temporary one, only to come back to
uncertainty in NYC.
“Free parka?” I wrote back. “I’m in.”
On our last day, we hosted a movie night, er, afternoon,
for the agency as a thank you and really just to brag about
our winternship in video form. Taking a line from an email
from Jeff Kling that ended with: "Be the ones. Do the
things," we oh so humbly titled our movie
"The Ones Who Did the Things."
for the agency as a thank you and really just to brag about
our winternship in video form. Taking a line from an email
from Jeff Kling that ended with: "Be the ones. Do the
things," we oh so humbly titled our movie
"The Ones Who Did the Things."
We snuck into everyone's offices and desks after-hours
(at like, 4 a.m.) and left them ticket stubs. We hung posters.
(at like, 4 a.m.) and left them ticket stubs. We hung posters.
Each one told a six-word story of
how we got there and where we were
headed next.
