Sophie Blackall from Brooklyn illustrates the missed connections and almost-meetings of strangers in New York.
They are all cute, and kind of sad. That said, if a stranger came up to me on the street and said he liked my tat and did I want a piece of cake, I'd mace him. So the little drawings are prolly way cuter than the non-event they are commemorating, had it ever happened.
Note to self: seriously consider Scrabble tat, gaggle of Asian children.