It’s the Modern World, the End of Times, the Decline of the West, the Revolt of the Masses. It’s the 1920’s. It’s going to be Very Silly.
Sometimes I forget that I can draw. And then, I suddenly remember. (It’s like riding a bicycle, really. Once you get the hang of it…)
If you need to refresh your memory, you can check the previous pages of Chapter 4 here. Nose reference here. (I can’t believe I started working on this chapter in [...]
Finalmente! Back on track.
Poor Father Pietro, witness to all that foolishness. I’d be embarrassed, too.
Curious footnote: “Ciao” is originally a Venetian word. It means literally, “I am your slave”. Discuss…
The second page is a little exercise in feminist theory, that is, exploring the term “male gaze”. Where are the men looking or where they are trying to look?
Have a jazzy Bastille Day with the Harlem Hellhounds!
Mayann and Lou’s band in Paris is led by Sgt. Cottonmouth (top right), a veteran of the 369th infantry regiment, a.k.a “the Hellfighters” - the first Allied troops to reach the Rhine in 1918, *and* the first to introduce jazz to France (you should read more about [...]