Tintin came to me late in my life – when I was 10. I understand how ludicrous it may seem, when I write statements like that, but indeed, at the age of 10, I already had a decent comic book knowledge and collection – including the arguably very first comic book ever made. Having said that, Tintin is been part of my life for over two decades now, and what a ride it has been! It’s soft trace techniques have inspired me, in my teenage years, to write and draw my own comic books. Its plots ere great and the accuracy of details was surprising. Specially when travelling, Tintin and his friends made me feel every single thing I was reading could be true – and later I discovered that most of it really was. I travelled through Europe and Asia in my early life with Tintin and Milou – I was there!.

tintin_02 Unfortunately I haven’t yet been to the Cheverny castle, in France, near Orleans and Blois. It is the building Herge took inspiration for Moulinsart – where Haddock, Tintin, Milou and Tournesol live. But I’ve been to Belgium a few times, always purchasing a different Tintin character :)  Next time I make a Tintin related travel I’ll stop in Moldova!


Marshall McLuhan



Marshall McLuhan is the greatest prophet if all the things we’re experiencing today. I’ve read Jules Verne, Arthur C. Clark,  Orwell, Huxley and Asimov – no one comes close to the influence McLuhan is to my life and to this society. Of course, McLuhan was a theorist, not a fiction writer, but still, books like 1984 had a major impact in the way we foresaw life and society some decades ago, so I guess the comparison is valid. Global village, the medium is the message, the concepts of archetypes, and even the famous 15 minutes of fame, wrongly credited to Andy Warhol – it all came from him.

I discovered McLuhan relatively late in my life – I was 16, 17. It’s probably the only important author that the library my father left me was missing. And he was incredibly important to me, particularly this book, The Medium is the Massage (an invetory of effects). Not a typo, it’s Mass-age alright, see? It made me understand some disorganized feelings and theories I had about people and life, besides pointing me to several interests like Semiology and Media. Obviously, it has a magnificent typography composition, with blow-up images – some of them created with letters. I remember being so excited about this book that I started reading it again after finishing it for the first time.  McLuhan became an obsession for a few years, I was calling bookstores all over the planet to find second hand copies of the titles I haven’t read yet. Folks, there was no at that time ok? And then, one night, I was watching late movies on the telly when Annie Hall started. I’ve always been a fan of Woody Allen, I was excited. Halfway through the film he cites McLuhan and invites him into the story. Glorious moment that was – everything made sense. Viva McLuhan.


The KLF is one of many names Bill Drummond and James Cauty use, in their incessant quest to break paradigms and conventions. There wouldn’t be enough space in any media to talk – or write – enough about them so I won’t even try. I’ll stick to my story with this incredible art collective.



Howard Chaykin’s American Flagg

American Flagg

I wouldn’t be lying if I said that Howard Chaykin changed my life. Although I knew him from before, the splendid Black Kiss, it was on American Flagg that he opened my mind to a world of possibilities. Graphically, he was by far ahead of everybody else in the time – he uses a lot of newer graphic design concepts in his comics. Conceptually, also. He had a ‘cast’ of ‘actors’ which would re-appear in all his stories. So Reuben Flagg was played by the same ‘actor’ that appeared on ‘Black Kiss’. It’s a bit confusing, and it’s genius. And the stories were incredibly mature, even for a graphic novel. Sex wasn’t treat as a big deal, and every character had shades of grey. The future described in American Flagg is incredibly chaotic, corrupt and exciting! (more…)

The Sears Catalogue, 1980


Only god knows how the hell we ended up with a Sears catalogue in the living room – I’m guessing it had something to do with the flight attendant that lived next door. But the thing is that this catalogue accompanied me for years until I somehow lost it 6 years ago. It’s was a fascinating take on the American shopping culture – seeing those kids wearing american football pijamas, or hulk costumes was very entertainning. Also, the Star Wars toys, the MAD game (I’m still curious about that) and the fact that Sears had their own Atari console, with the same looks and cartridges was very mysterious to me.


Mary ‘Queenie’ Lyons – Soul Fever

Mary Queenie Lyons - Soul Fever

It was 1990 and my personal heroine was going though hard times. We needed money, and my mum decided to sell my father’s record collection. This bald man came to the house to put a price on it and I didn’t want to let it go. My mother said I could choose one record, and I got this. It wasn’t my favorite, but it was too hard for me to go though his musical estate and choose one. The same records I used to listen with him, with big ass white headphones. So I picked to first one in the row and kept it to me. Never listened to it, until this day.

Garlic Baker

Garlic Baker

My obsession for garlic reached its peak in 1992, when my neighbour and best friend Carol got me this Garlic Baker – brought from the States by her mother. Basically, I was already having garlic with everything, but this terracota piece made it possible for me to have it as a meal.  And that’s what I did. The following day, I went to school, and after a while, maybe an hour, my body started to swell with horrible red spots. I was sent to the hospital with a severe Garlic overdose. I still love Garlic though, and I still have this baker somewhere in my kitchen.

Moscow Olympic Games | 1980

Moscow Olympic Games

This was probably the first ever poster I ever had, 1980 Moscow Olympic Games, hanging on my bedroom door at the apartment we lived at the time, in Leblon. Its logo has the high contrast bauhausian features that always inspired me, and its text, in cyrillic, was fascinating. I now realize I started loving typography with this piece. I loved the text, its proportion, its balance, even not being able to read it properly. But this graphical information isn’t the main reason why it’s displayed here – I guess I’d have Bauhaus references sooner or later. Two facts about this poster and this Olympic games are printed in my mind. First, it was the first time I learnt about boycott – suddenly the world became so much interesting with my father explaining to me the americans weren’t going to Moscow. Second reason was the human mosaic, that made the audience create pixel-based images, in 1980 – as noted by my friend Rafael Oliveira.



I had one of those when I was a kid. I also had various reels, such as The Black Hole (K35) and The Hair Bear Bunch (B552). It was incredibly amusing and I would spend hours viewing the so-called ‘stereo images’. My set and reels were american. I had loads of american toys when I was a kid, I’m not sure why. Apparently our neighbour was a flight attendant and my father would ask her to buy all these things for me. One other american toy I had was Jaws, The Game.