Last time I talked about my love of wrestlers. But they’re not the only ridiculous personalities I love. Where would I be without video artists. And above all Alex Bag. For all the hundreds of films I have watched, few will ever approach the magic that is Fall ’95. Let’s watch some of it now.
The obnoxious acting, the bad wigs and cheesy sets. These are the elements that have always endeared me Alex’s work. But underneath it all, there’s such a brutal truth about being a disenfranchised youth.
I feel like all video artists have to live in the shadow of Fall ’95. I really don’t think it can be topped.
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