I have 26,682 photos. Isn’t being part of Gen Z just wonderful? I tell myself it’s fine to take a hundred in one go of me posing in various ways because I’ll delete the bad ones later. So there I am, same background, same moody smile, same outfit. A hundred times. 

They say don’t meet your role models. I learned that the hard way on a September evening in New York. I was walking up Broadway when I spotted an emerald green poster for The Great Gatsby — glitzy font, art deco shimmer, a man in a tux holding a cocktail. He looked familiar. I kept walking. Then I stopped.