Francois Sagat is one of those celebrities that people either love or hate. There’s not a lot of middle ground. I quite like the fact that he’s prepared to play with the image of his masculinity with pink patent leather jock straps, kooky outfits or body paint. I’m not sure I get his head tattoo, but I do get why he’s sick of answering questions about it.
He has taken the cliched image of a porn star and given it a performance art spin in some of his personal video pieces and photography collaborations. Maybe that’s why people don’t like him. Perhaps it screws up their porn fantasy, but you have to admit, he definitely intrigues people.