A blank view of the shallowness of so much of what modern urban society is predicated on, exposing a skin deep view of material attainment for the conformist drivel it is. Not that Reay is an engaging anti-hero: one is intrigued by the mechanics and tenacity of his living rough but his life as depicted buys into the fizz of fake achievement and aspirant posturing, made even more depressing by the lengths he goes to.
This fashion photographer who used to be a male model is looking the part, beautiful, glamorous and always well dressed. However, every night, he goes back to a small gap between two roof terraces to sleep there under a waterproof sheet to save money. Strangely enough, I did not feel any pity for him. However, it made me realise how tough and shallow things can be and the importance of building solid foundations.