From the New Yorker:
Judd Apatow, the director, took a turn, plopping himself (and a galley of “Dirty Love,” by Andre Dubus III) down on the bench. While Jay-Z did his thing, Apatow pretended to take a phone call. He held up a finger and, faux-irritated, mouthed “one second, one second” at the rapper.
You too can be just like Judd Apatow. First, win a copy of Dirty Love on Goodreads. Then, be rapped at by Jay-Z. (You’re on your own there.)
(Original photo from Vogue)