“We’ve been walking for hours already, and we’re still not at the Angoulême Comics Festival”
“Well… We ARE walking against the reading direction…”
Nice self-referential comic from Kim Duchateau, in De Morgen.
I’d been reading Dan Zettwoch’s journal (Zettwoch’s Suitcase) for a while (and blogged about his Festivus poster) when I met him a couple of weeks ago in Angoulème. He was working at the Buenaventura Press table in the small press tent.
It was awesome to watch him draw and write on scraps of cardboard while standing up, or sitting down, or leaning against the table, all the while chatting with people passing by. And the results are great as well (there’s more on his blog) :
Toon and I left for Angoulême today. We were lucky : we arrived at 5 pm, and it started snowing at 5.15. Bart got stuck in the blizzard on the N10 between Poitiers and Angoulême and only got there at about midnight.
Anyway, I don’t think I’ll be doing a regular festival report (I’m sure other bloggers will get to that). One thing that struck me today is that the complete city just breathes comics. They’re everywhere, even in the local fast food joint, which features a short story by Ted Benoit in wall paintings. I didn’t take pictures of each and every wall, as that would have been too geeky.
