spqrblues: (funny story)
SPQR Blues ([personal profile] spqrblues) wrote2007-10-13 02:05 pm

I blame the tools

A minor rant on packaging of supplies for comics artists, with boobs.

ProfessionalThis is the old packaging for the illustration board I usually use to draw the comic.

Simple, professional, and you don't have to feel goofy when you buy it, because you are totally a serious artist, and stuff.


ProAnd this is the boobified new packaging.

While I understand the marketing reasoning for going with the gigantic eyes and the water-balloon boobs, I'd never pick this up in a comic store, an art-supplies store, or from a convention table. But, of course, I'm not the demographic they're marketing to.

It's not a cheap product (though it looks cheap, now—ooh, see how I used the two connotations of the word—burn). I'd think if you need the more expensive stuff (it holds up pretty well to eraser abuse), you wouldn't need boobages to attract you to the product, you'd simply buy what you need. But maybe they'd like to get artists who don't consider themselves professional level to upgrade to the heavier stuff; one-ply Bristol Board being a gateway drug, and all. In fact, I don't know why they don't just indicate the ply of the paper by the size of the cup.

Good thing there's mail order. I guess.

[identity profile] viistar.livejournal.com 2007-10-13 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
there's probably another manufacturer that sells the same stuff without the advertising? it's worth looking into.
if it makes you feel better, i don't buy or eat at places if i hate their commercials :)

But I like not having to measure the rows out myself. I was ending up with way too many crookedy lines.
i think i just got used to mine. LAWL. i like the paper and i'd probably end up bankrupting myself getting the fancy stuff for a dicky project :)

[identity profile] meritahut.livejournal.com 2007-10-13 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
I used to hear in my head a little voice announcing the cost of each sheet when I took it out of the package, or when I messed up terribly, or spilled hot choco on an unused page. Now the voice is merely a dull thudding in the back of my head and at the bottom of my bank account.