Friday, January 21, 2011

DAMN. Alex Prager evokes the most sumptuous associations for me: Cindy Sherman, Quentin Tarantino, Hitchcock, John Waters and every (insert genre)-spoitation film of the 1970s. The colors, the casualness of the shots, the sinister details of the compositions — hanging ropes, bum fires, drowning — I love it.

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