With seventeen cups labelled “I’m Yours”, I tracked people down under the pretense that they had dropped something. In the moment I handed the cup over, it seemed to the stranger that the cup might be the one showing affection.
With seventeen cups labelled “I’m Yours”, I tracked people down under the pretense that they had dropped something. In the moment I handed the cup over, it seemed to the stranger that the cup might be the one showing affection.
