Would I watch Francois Sagat read the phone book? Does a bear shit in the woods? Is the Pope Catholic? Can I cram another worn idiom into this paragraph?
Nearly three years after I first met him, I still can’t help but stare at Francois Sagat. Above, Francois picks a fleur, strips naked and creates that art stuff. The nudity, for all you wankers who don’t appreciate the non-erotic arts, begins at 1:15.
And while this he’s also been making moves into the mainstream with Bruce La Bruce, I prefer at least half of my Francois in a wilder state..


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