Here's a few of the posters. I had people put tape them up around New York and nobody was busted, so mission accomplished. I imagined people waiting for the train were as bored as I was at times--no book, no iPod, no Sudoku, maybe worried about work or life or whatever, and suddenly here's this strange message in a format they've come to accept as the bearer of migrane-causing information, controlling and sometimes even intimidating in nature--the trains will not run, plan accordingly. I wanted to create a subversive-lite way to reignite one's imagination while we wait out our time in the claustrophobic doldrums of the underworld.

Enjoy.