Yo, it’s the 25th! Time to get serious with your privacy, people! GDPR is here and here to stay, making money for consultants and lawyers alike and not changing all that much for ordinary folks.
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What do you do when you visit a museum that’s full to the brim with artwork by your all time favorite artist? You admire the signage for toilets, wardrobes and the like.
When the Musée Hergé in Louvain-La-Neuve opened its doors in 2009, it really stood out because of its bold architecture, but also thanks to the inventive scenography by Dutch designer and illustrator Joost Swarte. Swarte paid meticulous attention to even the most minute detail, resulting in a user experience that is flawless and at once unique. Even the iconography of the signage fits perfectly in this temple for unique ligne claire art.
This illustration is one of a series created by French comics genius Moebius (né Jean Giraud) for Maxwell House coffee. And even though it may seem to be a strange combination at first sight, one can only wonder how interesting and pleasing advertising would be if we’d let real artist at it more.
Italian cartoonist and illustrator Bianca Bagnarelli created this brilliant piece for an article in the November 18 issue of the New Yorker on the Havana Syndrome, the mysterious case when numerous people working in the American embassy in Cuba suddenly became ill.
I think this is an excellent example of how comics can appear where you least expect them, but that, while a series of pictures may be used to present a narrative, it’s not necessarily a linear series of scenes.
There is a kind of music that has been with me for more than three decades and that I always turn to from whatever fad I’ve been into at any time. I’ve heard it in several regenerations, from The Stranglers, Echo And The Bunnymen and Joy Division to Killing Joke and New Order to, more recently, Editors and The National. Call it post punk or new wave, every time a new band tries their hand at this particular rock dialect, they find a warm place in my heart, like a long-lost relative.
This is Whispering Sons, a very young band from my native Belgium, who just released their first album. They are the next line of defence.
If you’ve been following this blog for longer, you’ll have noticed that I’ve been floundering for a couple of years now. I guess part of hitting middle age is you start questioning the things you’ve been investing time in, and the meagre benefits your reap from them, material or otherwise.
This is one of the themes that I plan on using in one more attempt to breathe new life into this wreck, to once more flip the switch and run that infernal current through a lifeless hump of stitched together flesh. You’ll get one song every Sunday evening, on that sweet cusp between the stress of the week and the ensuing bustle of the weekend, and that unknown strain that lays before you. No explanation, no reasons, just good music to have that wine or whiskey waltz to while you stare into oblivion. Have a good night.
This series is also in loving memory of Jon Bravard, who used to provide his friends with similar milestones for many, many years. I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting Jon in person, but his emails and messages were always a source of inspiration and sustenance. And I hope these humble clips will mean the same to you. Peace.
Ten years ago, David Lasky created a comic book about the great influenza pandemic of 1918 for the King County public health department. Now, on the occasion of the centennial of that disease that swept the world, Lasky rejoined collaborator Meredith Li-Vollmer to create a four-part update, telling how that deadly influenza spread in the area around Seattle and how local people coped with a historic public health crisis.
It’s been more than three months since my last post, and even then my output was at best sketchy. But on my daily walk today, the Holy Spirit Of Blogging came over me again, and I could not help but speak.
While walking I came across an appliance store that had what must be one of the most out-there pieces of comics merchandise I’ve ever seen. Or have you heard of other long-running comics that have actual bathroom scales with specially made, actually funny illustrations?
These scales by Salter feature Belgian cartoonist Philippe Geluck‘s celebrated character, Le Chat, the star of one of the most successful (and most Belgian) newspaper comics to come out of my country. Geluck is a master at combining an absurdly simplified art style with a keen eye for the absurd in any situation. A more than basic grasp of French is required to grasp all the wordplay and double meanings, but they are, without exception, divine.
The cartoons read as follows :
I gained another kilo. Either that, or my scales are in Daylight Savings Time now.
It’s a little more. Will you take it anyway?
(English editions of some of Geluck’s books were published as Le Cat by Rue Elise, but these seem to be out of print)
Comics are about storytelling with images in sequence, which is translated traditionally in rows of images that are read side by side, one after the other. North Star Fading by British cartoonist and illustrator Karrie Fransman shows that you can also tell stories by embedding your images in one another, in a never-ending zoom. More than in a linear narration, this framework enables her to focus her reader’s attention to the pressing point she’s making.
North Star Fading was created for PostitiveNegatives, a producer of content about current social and human rights issues. Since 2012 they have created animations, podcasts, illustration and also comics, and have gained recognition and awards from numerous international instances. Other comics include impressive work by Gabi Froden, Rob Davis, Asia Alfasi, and more..
When I first saw this print ad by Brazilian agency Box for the government of Boias in central Brazil, I was imagining some high drama in Popeye’s life. Did Olive just tell him that she’d made up her mind and chosen for Bluto (after which he bit his pipe in two)? Or did an overdose of spinash result in acute food poisining (after which he dropped his pipe)?
No, it turned out Popeye had finally went along with the 21st Century and quit smoking. Even though it’s a laudable intention, it’s a bit lacklustre, really.
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