If you were to ask the tragically bored 17-year-old Euny whether it would be a Depeche Mode concert or a Johannes Vermeer exhibit that would give middle-aged Euny a full-on panic attack in a huntdown for their tickets, she would never have guessed the answer would be “both.” Nor would she have believed that the one that mattered more—and the one that was harder to come by—was the Vermeer.