Wearing nothing but underpants, I’m standing in front of a dozen or so high-res cameras in a SoHo basement.
A woman’s voice rings out above me: “A bright light will shine for a few moments. Please close your eyes.”
I’m at the brand new Neko Health on Lafayette Street, where the machine (and a doctor) will analyze my skin to flag anything of concern. And that’s just one of the tests.
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