The New Yorker:

In 1998, Matthew Salacuse took hundreds of pictures of New York commuters. Then he forgot about them for more than twenty years.

By Kelefa Sanneh

“Look at this guy,” Matthew Salacuse said, pointing out the window to a middle-aged man on the sidewalk with a camera around his neck. “That was me! See that guy? Thirty-fourth Street, just taking pictures of people that don’t know they’re having their pictures taken.” We were sitting in the Tick Tock Diner (“Meals ’Round the Clock!”), on the northwest corner of West Thirty-fourth and Eighth Avenue, and Salacuse seemed pleased to notice that there were still people like him on the street, hunting for images.

Go to link