I have not been able to draw anything since the attacks on Charlie Hebdo this past week, and my next little doodle will most likely not be related to any of it. I thought of drawing something like le Grand Duduche as a tribute to the great Cabu whom I loved, but I couldn't even go past the first strokes. 

But I am posting this. Because this short little documentary shows the spirit of Charlie Hebdo and their ability to piss off everybody in a way that no one else dared to. I was never a big fan of the newspaper -- too lefty, too vulgar, too outrageous in my opinion -- but what I remain a big fan of is the freedom they had to publish their lefty, vulgar and outrageous cartoons. 


Alice Jo Webb said...

I actually love the creative process that is depicted in the film. Thanks for posting that.

Anonymous said...

I dislike humor and satire when it is directed at others who are sensitive. Sometimes I laugh at jokes because I'm caught off guard, then I feel guilty. I watched "the Other Woman" a few nights ago and laughed so hard I missed some of the dialogue. The parts about the cheater's nipples and feeding the Congo were sobering and not funny at all because famine and dying from hunger is never funny.

I found a quote I try to live by in my sane moments. It makes me kinder when I recall it. It's this: “If you propose to speak, always ask yourself, is it true, is it necessary, is it kind?” What happened in Paris reminded me of these words too: Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words will never harm me. What happened in Paris, coupled with experience, changed those words for me. Words can harm. So can drawings. Why make fun of people? Is it necessary? Is it true? Is it kind? I imagine the prophet laughing. I imagine Jesus and Buddha chuckling, but never a fanatic.

Thanks for sharing this.