It’s hard to turn heads in New York City.
So much so that it has become a kind of mantra that, no matter what you’re doing or wearing, you’re unlikely to be the weirdest thing anyone in the city has seen that day.
But even after I had lived here for a decade, that idea never landed as forcefully as when I found myself opening garbage bags and filming their contents on the Upper West Side at 9 p.m. on a weeknight…