Spirou at the opera. With his chubby face, his astonished liveliness, Milo Rau stands out under the dripping chandeliers of the Grand Théâtre. But he likes it too, we could swear, this gold and these mirrors worthy of the Sun King, he who has often walked hostile ridges, in Syria or Iraq, for the needs of a show.
Like Spirou, the Bernese artist, 43, is all-terrain. It testifies to our barbarities, to heinous crimes in Belgium, to the murderous absurdity of the war in Congo, to the distress of these Africans who embark on rafts in the hope of an El Dorado on the other side of the Mediterranean. .