Not sure if even I get this. A weeping, begging creature that defies belief. Outside Bloomingdale’s on the corner of 59th and Lexington. Is this for real? This ‘homeless’ woman wrapped in bed sheets, her face stained with tears. Maybe I am getting a little too cynical, maybe the streets of New York have hardened me as to what to expect, but I am not quite so sure about this one. After walking a few blocks, I had to turn around and go back to look again at this poor, unfortunate woman. She was gone? This is what life on the ‘street’ is all about and why I choose to do what I do, but this image of despair was almost Dickensian and shocking in so many ways. I have no idea why I feel so reluctant to accept this as ‘real’ perhaps it is too real. Shame on me if I have got this wrong. And shame on New York City if this is her reality. It shakes me to the core either way.