When I was interning for Miles Redd, there was another intern on the days when I wasn't there, and all I knew about him was that his name was Zach and that he was really funny and endearing, by the way David, Amanda, Nick, and Miles spoke of him.
Then I stumble upon this cool teeny tiny studio in the New York Times, start reading the article, and discover that it is the apartment of THE ZACH. The mysterious-other-intern-Zach. !!!!!!
Love the bar tray, love the stacks of books.
Well, Zach, who I feel cosmically connected to by our briefly overlapping paths but have never met, congratulations!!
Other than making me feel epically behind in life by being at the same "place" in life a couple of years ago (interning for Miles, switching off days in the office) and now being published in the NYT and thus by comparison putting me waay behind, I love the feature, and your apartment.