The Financial Times was a name I first heard in my first job right out of college.

I was working for a financial rating startup, and an older colleague of mine,

an old Salman Brothers alum, this finance guy named Ed,

he used to walk past me every morning and dropped the day's newspaper on my desk.

Ed had taken it upon himself to teach me about finance, and in these conversations, and dropped the day's newspaper on my desk.

Ed had taken it upon himself to teach me about finance.

And in these copies, he had circled the articles he wanted me to read and annotated them.

We became friends, me and Ed, and the Financial Times.

And together, those two taught me a lot about global economics and finance and how the world operates. What I didn't know is that there was a fun section of the Financial

Times, a section that talked about art and music and food and film and wine and travel and

style that reflected our world back to us and pushed it forward,

and that explored the people and the pleasure and the ideas

that make the money and power meaningful.

I learned that a little later.

Flash forward a few years.

I was 26 living in London, pursuing a career in journalism,

and I'd just joined the newsroom at my old friend, The Financial Times.

In those first few years, sometimes I'd sneak upstairs,

where there was this cool, creative team of desk editors and photo editors and designers

who were putting together FT Weekend. They were different from us downstairs lot. They were

wearing track suits and oversized sweaters. I remember in the magazine corner, there were

covers from over the years that were plastered to the walls. On the books desk, there were these

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