Blackwashing fanart discourse over Asterix.

Some Fujo girl falling in love with Corto Maltese then actually reading like the first chapter of The Ballad of the Salty Sea or so and already being greated with him calling one of the Melanesians something racist.

"Dude I LOOOOOOVE Paolo Serpieri's Druuna but the gross gooner stuff should just, like, go away my dude actually"

Some Kyle A. Carrozza type hack saying he's massively inspired by Moebius then makes something that doesn't even take 1% from him at all.

Someone redesigning W.I.T.C.H. girls as ugly and saying "There! I made them less… ugh"

"Meet Potential Man" memes but for Johnny Alpha or Hammerstein.

Yragaël's most "Hype Moments and Aura!"

Even more annoying media literacy discourse over Judge Dredd

Amazing. To tell a story about a fantastical world without words, without a single line of dialogue, without even a fragment of text to define the setting. But do we actually need any of that? We don’t, because from the very beginning we understand what kind of comic this is. What kind of story we’re about to face.

It’s the tale of a beautiful woman from a fantastic world—just as dangerous and wild as it is, at times, lascivious. The same blonde heroine who wakes up one morning in her hut begins another day. It’s likely a kind of routine: she wakes, stretches, flicks a mosquito off her shapely backside, then mounts a great flying creature and heads deeper into the mysterious (though not to her!) land.

Serpieri returns to his iconic character after years, but he does it differently than before. He abandons words, strips the narrative clean, and leaves only the image. The result is an album that doesn’t so much expand the myth of Druuna as reveal its foundations.

To me, this world—the girl’s path—is a kind of dream. The landscapes, rather empty as if nothing should distract us; the monsters; and the erotic raptures are monumental, filtered through Serpieri’s obsession with corporeality. In every frame the heroine looks ready for a centerfold. Even if we understand nothing, it hardly matters—we’re meant to feel this sticky, strange world, its brutality, its peculiar atmosphere.

Serpieri’s drawing remains hypnotic throughout the album. His line is meticulous, full of delicate hatching that gives bodies texture and weight.