A week of dissipation. Two leaving 'dos at The Organ - the lovely Nat from ads, who will be much missed. And Mr Schmooze, Snake Hips, Big Hands, The Face of the Organ, Joel. The magazine has been running for 150 years but Joel has left a huge thumbprint on it; he knows just everything about publishing and the book trade and was the go to rent-a-quote for the national newspapers and broadcast outlets not only because he is glib and articulate but because he knew his stuff.
Also a couple of publisher lunches, a day of judging for The Organ's award show at alarmingly trendy Shoreditch House; the upstairs bar rammed full of Nathan Barley types. Best of the week, though, was a launch for a Phaidon book on Paula Rego and how she works. I'm a big fan of her stuff - beautiful, disturbing, all about power games and gender and how childhood can be both charming and sinister. She was at the launch, but I was too star struck to approach her. An added bonus was I got to go to the launch with K, the smartest and coolest person I have ever met - and she is cool in a completely unaffected, so money and she doesn't even know it, way.
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