Last week, Seth Meyers saw me rolling around the West Village near Christopher Street in a black town car. For one glorious moment, he probably thought I was famous like him (I was wearing giant sunglasses and a scarf). But he quickly realized I was sitting in the front seat holding several shopping bags full of someone else's junk. Then he recognized me for what I truly am: an assistant to a b-list celebutecht (translation: a celebrity architect).- Claire
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