Remembering a romanticized USA: the classic diner fronted by motorcycles, the bowling alley, the fall foliage… These are reflections on a seemingly simpler time. When petrol cost under a dollar a gallon and we were not even under an OPEC embargo. These shots date from a few years later (2001) when the price of a postage stamp had risen to thirty four cents. Both those prices seem quaint now. But there were cracks in the concrete and in the American Dream: eg the homeless guy in the park. No matter how high the prices around him soared, him and his buddies were still making the same chump change.
Starting with very neutral observations, Russil’s counter-culture philosophy began to take shape…