Jan 8 2010

Interview with Ivana Armanini: Playing with alternative comix, seriously…

We can only pray that this ain’t gonna be brutal, my friendz… oooh, my bloggin’ companioz… we have here the main Capo of Komikaze collective… I..i…i…i…i…ivana A…a…a…a…a…armanini…

ivana_armanini_1.jpg Photo: Ivana Armanini
Illustration excerpt from Adventures of Gloria Scott (2005)

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Nov 18 2009

Interview with Danijel Zezelj: Equilibring black and white

His characters are nameless, yet each of us… dancer… boxer… prisoner… trumpeter… dreamer… runner…. juggler… invisible painter…

vite_cover_finale.jpgVita Precarie by Danijel Zezelj taken from Globalproject

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Aug 6 2009

Interview with Bill Plympton: People are obsessed with their bodies

During the Animafest, back in June, I have visited master class by cartoonist Bill Plympton where he was talking about his approach to cartoons and showed us some of his latest films. Afterward, we sat and talked a little bit on his carrier, influences and animation…

bill_plympton.jpgPhoto taken from independentfilm.com (c)

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Aug 5 2009

Pocket cinema: The Confessions of Robert Crumb

Robert Crumb… Comic book author guilty on all charges for creating and spreading underground comics… I don’t think I’d ever read any of his comics that hasn’t made me laugh out loud… take the best of independent America + influences of all women Crumb tried to get laid + a bunch of his obsessions = brilliant and hilarious world of Robert Crumb…

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Apr 28 2009

Readaholic: Manga – Forbidden Dance

OK, folkz! It’s just about perfect time for a new section on my blog, and that would be Readaholic. Yeah, we’re gonna read together some selected (read: free) books, articles and comics I will dig for you on the web.

It’s not gonna be very demanding or something, promise… Coz, I know that it’s not the same to have printed book in your hands… I don’t wanna make any comparison with anything, right?!

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