BLACK MIRROR
Aug 19, 2019
3 minutes
WORDS CATHRIN SCHAER
Once upon a time, a long time ago, in an Auckland newsroom not that far away (it was on New North Road actually), there was a picture-sized hole in a national Sunday paper. Deadlines were looming.
“We’ve got some pictures of red dresses from the Paris fashion shows,” a grizzled news editor told assembled journalists. “Let’s just put them in there.” He looked around at his staff. “You,” he said, pointing at one of the newest employees. “You’re a girl. Girls know about clothes. Write
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