On a December day of 1955, fresh over from Paris, I walked into the small Eero Saarinen office in Bloomfield Hills, Michigan, with a beat-up box of eight-by-tens of my Beaux-Arts graduation work. 'Can I see Mr. Saarinen? I'm looking for a job.' He did see me, and having reviewed my prints, asked whether I could start that very afternoon — for $2.75 an hour pay. I did.
