David Prudhomme

"Author David Prudhomme meanders through the Louvre, feeling as if in the panels of a giant comic while he himself is creating his own. In this institution, all manner of people from all over the world rub elbows quietly. So he decides to cruise through the Louvre at a quick pace, not to look at the art but to observe the people and their interaction with it. He discovers: a group of students somehow stuck together just as in the shipwrecked on the Raft of the Medusa; a man behind the Seated Scribe, as if attempting to read over his shoulder; in the hall of antiquities, a woman placing her head in a lions mouth... For two hours, Prudhomme is witness to a strange silent and casual choreography, danced in the midst of one of the most prestigious museums in the world..."--Page 4 of cover.

Cruising through the Louvre

(to kako votani)

Rempetiko

An artist's unique take on the museum experience: peoplewatching Author and artist David Prudhomme meanders through the Louvre, feeling as if in the panels of a giant comic while he himself is creating his own is this graphic novel. In this institution, all manner of people from all over the world rub elbows quietly. So Prudhomme decides to cruise through the museum, not to look at the world famous art, but to observe the people and their interaction with it. As he wanders, he discovers a group of students somehow stuck together just as in the shipwreck on the Raft of the Medusa; a man standing behind the Seated Scribe, as if attempting to read over his shoulder; and in the hall of antiquities, a woman placing her head in a lion's mouth. This work presents readers a strange, silent, and casual choreography, danced in the midst of one of the most prestigious museums in the world.

Cruising Through the Louvre

Pascal Rabaté

C'est les vacances ! Sur la route ou par le train, les vacanciers sont en route ! Bouchons, passages à niveau, rien ne doit entamer la bonne humeur estivale ! D'ailleurs, ça sent les embruns, la mer est proche ! Ça y est, elle apparaît au détour d'un virage ! « Sus à l'iode, chérie ! » Enfin, plutôt le sable de la plage... car c'est marée basse ! « Deux kilomètres pour se tremper les pinceaux... » Madame met son maillot à l'abri de sa serviette avant de se faire bronzer « seins nus ou pas seins nus ? Allez, seins nus. ». Monsieur prépare son matériel de pêche... les crabes et les crevettes n'ont qu'à bien se tenir... « Junior, tu prends ton filet, ta bourriche, tu me suis. Je le sens bien, le plateau de fruits de mer ! » Les enfants sont déjà dans l'eau, le chien à leurs trousses. « Il est en forme aujourd'hui, il est joueur... » Et la journée se passe ainsi... chacun absorbé par ses petits détails, ces petits moments qui font le sel de la plage...

Vive la marée !

Athens, 1936. General Metaxas is cracking down on rebetis and their way of life. A small group of friends - Rebetiko musicians - wind their way through the Athenian backstreets, ouzeris and market squares dodging the police while settling disputes over hashish and women. With music at its heart, the narrative builds to a joyous party at its climax in this multi-award-winning graphic novel.

David Prudhomme

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