Claude Moliterni, io l’ho conosciuto. Lui e i suoi baffetti e l’eleganza francese d’antan.
non ce l’hanno mica tutti i francesi.
Penso che al mattino mangiasse tartine al caviale con la margarina o comunque ne aveva l’aria.
In Francia era una vecchia istituzione, per quanto ne so
Rispettato, conosciuto, una grande carriera alle spalle. Ad Angouleme mi sono fatto una foto con lui, che non si ricordava di avermi già conosciuto in Italia. Ha un'aria disorientata. "Chi è questo qua?"
Ha scritto an enthusiastic review of my comic and when I read it I thought WOW, that's it.
But no.
probably will not read them any more, his reviews. The caviar sandwiches, I think eating alone. Claude Moliterni had written many essays on comic books and comic strips and comic books on a large lexicon. A man of comics.
was a distinguished French gentleman, but he died anyway. I do not think your website went very well, but at least he is still alive. Today I saw a picture on the blog of Luke Woods, is a nice Italian comic writer and essayist. I do not know what to eat in the morning, but it is much less elegant and French by Claude Moliterni (I do not want).
The photo was: a pile of comic books thrown on a sidewalk in the rain at night in Paris. And some recommendations in the midst of the wet garbage. And the tickets. Above is the name of Claude Moliterni.
His collection of comic books. Decaying. No more paper. Rubbish.
We had put a life to pick it up, one day after another, that garbage.
And I bet you really loved her.
Why abandon it in the rain? They could at least burn it, make a bonfire.
Ultimately I agree that collecting comics.
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