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The French expression le dernier critranslates idiomatically as “the latest fashion,” but literally as “the last cry,” as of a dying culture. The French DIY publishing collective that goes by that name has, over the past 10 years, managed to tread a fine line between the two — issuing a torrent of urgent, violently apocalyptic picture books that showcase the most exciting international graphic artists around in a medium rooted in the independent production and distribution strategies of the ’90s zine underground.
When I first encountered its lavish, hand-screen-printed collections of comix-based images, I assumed that Le Dernier Cri was some kind of deep-pocketed vanity project instigated by a wealthy collector/patron in Europe, where comic art has always received a certain respect and support, both institutional and popular. How else could an independent publishing concern manage to produce what amounts to bound limited-edition albums of original prints — averaging more than a dozen uniquely designed titles per year — and sell them for peanuts? I recently learned the answer, from LDC co-founder Caroline Sury: Do all the work yourself, and never give up in the face of indifference, whether from the high art world, or the low.
Sury was in Los Angeles to collaborate with contributing artist and “West Coast Ministress of Propaganda” Georganne Deen on the first U.S. exhibition of Dernier Cri artifacts at Track 16 Gallery in Bergamot Station. LDC began when Sury, who had been producing a post-punk industrial zine called Hello Happy Taxpayer, met multimedia whirlwind Pakito Bolino and relocated with him from Bordeaux to Paris and then to Marseilles to set up a studio and explore and combine their interests in the laborious, relatively high end medium of serigraphy and the further reaches of comix art. At first LDC primarily showcased the couple’s own work, but soon found itself serving a rapidly expanding global community of underground artists.
LDC’s only obvious precedent is RAWmagazine, a beautifully offset-printed comix anthology edited by Art Spiegelman and Francoise Mouly in the 1980s. Some of the most interesting artists who came up through RAW — like Gary Panter of Jimbo/Pee-wee’s Playhousefame and Mark Beyer of Amy & Jordan(both of whom have published in the L.A. Weekly) wound up working with LDC as well. But after the first few issues, RAWbegan to take on more and more of the kind of upscale East Coast toniness that led to a Pulitzer Prize (for Spiegelman) and a gig at The New Yorker (for Mouly). Which is cool. But you’re never going to see the work of expatriate Minnesotan and LDC regular Stu Mead on the cover of that venerable publication.
Of course, the way things are going, you probably won’t be seeing Mead’s work being published anywhere in these United States. Mead’s art — like that of many LDC favorites — tends to the transgressive, specifically a penchant for surreal, voyeuristic scenes of salacious middle-aged men and exuberantly perverse schoolgirls, a recipe for unwanted official attention in America. Mead caught heat for his zine Manbagand has since moved to Berlin. Mike Diana, the only American ever forbidden by law to make art, has done several books for LDC. Fredox, Jonathan Rosen, Laetitia, and Henriette Valium (whose own Montreal-based silk-screened comix led to an early LDC alliance) have contributed to the photo-collage house style revolving around medical atrocities and sexual torture.From the LDC catalog: work by Moulinex
The violence, sexuality and angst of much of this work may be provocative, but the Grand Guignol tradition has played an important role in both post-punk industrial culture (even from before Nine Inch Nails) and comic books from the EC horror era to the phantasmagorical debaucheries of Zap. (And Marseilles is, after all, the hometown of archetypal expressionist madman Antonin Artaud.) Compared to the remarkable formal accomplishment, the shock value seems beside the point.
Perhaps the most accomplished unknown championed by the LDC is Moulinex, a French artist whose inexhaustible visual vocabulary and seemingly effortless painting and design skills overflow in his four-part series, Art-pute Carnet. The fact that someone so obviously gifted in traditional visual art has come to any public attention only through the sponsorship of a renegade group like LDC is testimony to the cultural xenophobia that characterizes The Art World. Although LDC has recently started issuing actual wall-hanging framable prints, its inroads into The Art World still consist pretty much of . . . a show at Track 16. And Moulinex isn’t alone — flipping through any issue of LDC’s ongoing anthology zine Hôpital Brut (which has to date printed work by artists from 100 different countries), you are continually startled by the daring, the beautiful and the completely unexpected.
While individual artists have their relative strengths, much of the integrity of the LDC catalog lies in its visual consistency: Most of the photographic work leans toward the purplish bleached-by-the-sun-in-the-drugstore-window end of the spectrum, while the work that exploits silk-screen’s unparalleled affinity for layering usually employs garish fluorescent orange and pink or metallic inks. This consistency of palette is a result of the DIY nature of LDC — most of the color choices are made during the printing process by Bolino, Sury and whoever else happens to be working the screens. In many ways, Le Dernier Cri can be seen as one large collective artwork — collaborative in nature but funneled through the distinctive aesthetics of Bolino and Sury.
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