Following a uninterrupted flow of request letters from Videotron fans, I had no choice but to un-kill Videotron. As ever, it’s free of preparation, interpretation, qualification or consultation, and full of emotion.

Pimp on, Videotron.

This summer I walked behind a waterfall. And it was pretty damn good. So good that it became the theme of my next personal illustration project, named “fall” as summer should go retreat.

After a serie of competition-related illustrations (with some very nice surprises like this, this and that), I felt in need of going back to good old-school improvisation with a very little brief (“my experience of waterfalls”) and potential time to develop-it-as-it-goes.

As the following first steps show up, it’s been everything but obvious to start with, but it ended up somewhere I connect with and I vibrate for (it’s ok to vibrate). WTF man? Waterfall man.

Peace up.

A quick reply to the previous Decover with the first and probably last video recording of a song I wrote back in 2002 and called “Misère de kéké”. I was young, student, innocent and very French.

No comment because it’s just a French Fucking Videotron and I need to revamp this old piece of blog rather than playing guitar in my kitchen. I’m not HANGRY (the H makes more sense than me right now).

Hey world, two Videotron in a row is like a lot of non-sense for a short amount of time, or another way of using music, if music there is. Sorry music.

After a nice Sunday my mind turned into Videotron mode. Au menu, an other attempt of Complaint song (ex-Camper song for the fan – yes only one) and something I’ve decided to call Sweet song because it worths it. And err.. this is quite free.

After months Videotron is back but can’t do it too loud because there is a baby upstairs, I think.

To end my holidays’ sketching serie, here is what happen when I really don’t know where I’m going. I know this is weird but it was fun to do and I like weird stuff so I’m happy. Special thanks to my mother to show me her ear as I always forget how it’s shaped (don’t worry mum your ears look much better).

So, this is the only rule: don’t come to the Videotron, the Videotron comes to you. Enjoy (or cry, as usual).