Punk America

Unlike bourgeois cats that photograph plastic models in cozy studios, Mike Brodie (Mike Brodie) is a real tramp and a ragged man. Bourgeois cats drink coffee with cognac in bohemian bonds and lick models in the latest versions of Photoshop, and old Mike smells of then and whiskey, drives in America and licks young and alternative creatures with his creative language. At the exit we get another America - without skyscrapers and hamburgers, but tattooed, with a ringing piercing and with stupid glasses. There is no way to see the Masonic pyramid with a flying eye - here, mainly, sand, hitchhogs, commodity wagons and all kinds of punks. “The concept of space,” says the bourgeois cat. “Lord, I licked her,” says Mike Brody.

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