I apologized to her. We met. I asked her out. She said no. “You’re too old for me.” Which I was.
I wrote about her again a few years later. Not because of her but because of who her boss was.
He was/is a famous artist. He paints beautiful images of semi-naked women in nature.
Only… she paints them. He takes photographs of the women, blows them up poster-size, and then she would paint over the posters with oils and the painter would sign his name.
Each painting went for tens of thousands of dollars. He would sell out.
“When collectors came to visit, we would clear out, he’d put on paint-smattered clothes and pretend to be at work.”
The idea: if someone paid $50,000 for a work of art there was basically zero chance they would scrape off the paint and reveal the poster underneath. So the forgery and fraud was never discovered.
Until I first wrote about her. And then someone who was already suspicious did scrape and discover the fraud.
The artist was furious and couldn’t figure out who in his stable of forgers was the one who told me everything.
Then when I wrote about her again, she wrote me and said, “you have to stop writing this story.”
OK, I wrote back. I promise.
Who is the con man?
The artist? The girl who forged his work? The collector who discovered the fraud but didn’t reveal it to the public for fear of how the value of his art would change?
Me, who keeps writing about it?
I went to my neighbor’s boss’s office. This was around 2005. I wanted him to put money into my fund.
On the way to the office, another friend of mine called me. Later this friend would deny calling me. He said, “Try to get me into his fund. We really want to allocate money to him.”
Anyway: the boss of my neighbor gave me the tour of his offices. Then I described what I did and asked him to put money into my fund.
He said, “I have no idea what you are really doing with the money. You could be doing anything.”
I was trying to figure out a way to argue this. But there was no arguing.
The boss said, “The last thing we need here at Bernard Madoff Securities is to see our name on the front page of the Wall Street Journal.”
Maria Konnikova is brilliant. She is the author of “The Confidence Game” which explores every aspect of the science behind, and history of, being a con man.
The podcast I did with her is one of my favorites. Because so many of the techniques of a con man I see in the BS of motivational speakers and business-inspiration books and coaches and Wall Street people.
What’s the difference?
She told me, “You have to always determine intent. Sometimes the intent can be good.”
She said to me, look at the top con man in history, Victor Lustig. He’s famous for actually selling the Eiffel Tower. Twice.
She told me a story of how Victor Lustig conned Al Capone. I recommend looking up that story.
After the podcast she told me, “Since we brought up Victor Lustig I have to show you his ‘ten commandments of con men’.” So we looked it up.
Here they are:
- Be a patient listener (it is this, not fast talking, that gets a con man his coups).
- Never look bored.
- Wait for the other person to reveal any political opinions, then agree with them.
- Let the other person reveal religious views, then have the same ones.
- Hint at sex talk, but don’t follow it up unless the other person shows a strong interest.
- Never discuss illness, unless some special concern is shown.
- Never pry into a person’s personal circumstances (they’ll tell you all eventually).
- Never boast – just let your importance be quietly obvious.
- Never be untidy.
- Never get drunk.
Maria said, “Is someone who follows this advice a con man? Again, depends on intent.”
I looked at the list and got scared anyway. I felt like a con man.
Although I guess I pry into people’s personal circumstances. I enjoy doing that. But maybe I have to avoid writing about it afterwards. If I want to stay alive.
And I’m untidy. Even borderline dirty.