It was 2006, November going on to December; my very first winter in New York. Trees were balding in Central Park, and the air froze your lungs when you inhaled too fast. Fall was long gone. I stepped out of my apartment at exactly 10pm on a Thursday night. Geared up with a pair of faux fur earmuff and wool gloves, I zipped up my long puffer jacket with a camera in my hand. I was on assignment for my visual merchandising class, scouting windows to photograph. Anyone who’s lived in New York…