Employees Of The Month

SLOANE CROSLEY

Sloane is the author of

I Was Told There’d Be Cake

, a

New York Times

best seller and finalist for the Thurber Prize for American Humor. She’s currently at work adapting that book for an HBO series. Sloane’s new book,

How Did You Get This Number

, is out in June from Riverhead. Sloane’s essays, interviews, and criticism have appeared in the

New York Times, Elle, Glamour

,

Salon.com

,

GQ, Esquire, Playboy,

and

Maxim

(where she wrote the cover story for the all-time worst-selling issue). She lives in Manhattan and works during the day as the associate director of publicity for Vintage/Anchor books. Unlike most of the bleary-eyed grumps in the publishing community, Sloane has a reputation for being a smart, cute, funny, and nice person. We’ve recently discovered that, yep, she is all of those things. We like you, Sloane.

See

LIGHT POLLUTION

LISA HANAWALT
Lisa’s illustrations have appeared in McSweeney’s, The Believer, and LA Weekly. Her first comic book, I Want You, is super-good and was published by Buenaventura Press last year. Her parents are both biologists, and last Christmas they sent a copy of said comic book—which includes instructions on how to pretend to masturbate—to all of Lisa’s relatives. Also, Lisa has a dog named Indiana Jones & the Last Crusade (Indy for short). The dog is “made out of rubber bands and dreams of chasing pigeons with hot dogs in their beaks.” Lisa said that last part there herself. We don’t really know what it means. But here are some of the artists Lisa is inspired by right now: Shary Boyle, Will Sweeney, Aiyana Udesen, Jordan Crane, Laura Park, Hellen Jo, Matt Furie, and a dash of ol’ Geof Darrow. See LIGHT POLLUTION

CÉCILE LOGEAY

Translated from the Quebecois: Cécile was hired when our publisher flushed his other assistant, who was a host crosser. Even though she comes from a moose-caller crossing in France, doesn’t catch the weather because it’s in Fahrenheit, and calls credit cards “blue cards,” Cécile doesn’t fart higher than the hole. She also didn’t make the baboon when she was shit on by Karl Lagerfeld’s chalice assistant and she untangles so that everyone gets paid. Basically she runs the entire kit here. She doesn’t grab the bacon, but she also doesn’t think she shits gold bars, you know what we’re saying? A girl who is a French model one week and then goes to Ange-Gardien off the 10 in the Eastern Townships and orders a poutine and steamed hot dog (cabbage, mayo, relish) is a winner in our book. You are sick, Cécile. Don’t let go of the potato!

See

ALL OF OUR PAYCHECKS, e

very two weeks

TAJI & BOOTS
Taji Ameen and Michael “Boots” de Leon are our crack photo-intern team and the costars of a buddy-cop movie we’ve been writing in our heads for the past two weeks. Taji is the wisecracking New York kid who grew up skateboarding with the likes of Harold Hunter, could be anywhere from 14 to 25 years old, and plays by his own rules, while Boots is the tight-lipped pussy hound from Washington State, is exactly 24 years old, and plays by his own rules. When they work together they’re a formidable picture-taking-and-giving-to-us unit whose loose-cannon style and can-do attitude complement one another like sides of a penny, but when they butt heads, you better believe sparks are going to fly! Oh, and in case you’re wondering, the reason we call Boots “Boots” is because the first day he came in he was wearing boots. Nickname explained! See THE DESK BY THE BACK DOOR WITH THE MILLION-YEAR-OLD “GRAPHICS COMPUTER” TAKING UP HALF OF IT, Wed., Thu., and Fri.