Oh. But you should know that I really didn’t stop and speak with him at all. I lied too. What do you make of that? Did you immediately believe what he said? About being a fashion designer? Or having famous clients? Did you believe me, that I stopped and talked with him?
The question Is whether the presumption of truth these days is simply naiveté? An innocence? A vestige of morality? And, if so, where do we go from here?
But yes, the image was taken in New York City….somewhere… but probably not Soho.