I moved to São Paulo at the beginning of November as the editorial assistant for the newest link in the Time Out chain, an international network of culture-slash-entertainment magazines and travel guides united under a well-regarded London-based banner. The idea was to get into and uncover the continent’s largest—and the world’s most underrated—metropolis. I got more than what I bargained for.
I got editorial meetings where ideas for the next issue were hashed out and poo-pooed. I got pages of text in Portuguese to translate into English and pages of English with I’s to be dotted and T’s to be crossed. I got lists of PR reps and spokespeople to call and beg, in Portuguese, for a list of their events and activities for the following month, in a place where events and activities are rarely planned even a couple of weeks in advance. I got to make less money, work weekends and holidays, fall behind on emails and blog posts, and sit in the most monstrous traffic jams on earth. I even got to work a few nights until 4am, proofreading a 100-page magazine for errors in spelling, grammar, and style. Oh yeah, and I got to get into and uncover the continent’s largest—and the world’s most underrated—metropolis.
Right now, I’m holding the December issue of Time Out São Paulo in my hands. It contains three articles I’ve written and countless listings I’ve edited. I’ve had a hand in birthing this baby. And I’m glowing like a proud father.
When y’all coming to visit?