Showing posts with label Advertising. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Advertising. Show all posts

Friday, 20 August 2010

Patrick's Sketch Diary 34

Here's a drawing of a Frenchman eating his cooked breakfast. The page next to it is a diary page I wrote on the day of filming the Fosters advert which I blogged pics of HERE.

Then the following single page is a drawing I did of one of my co-extras. (He's the one in the far left of screen, obscured by the pillar in THIS pic, and facing away from us, far left of screen on THIS pic! haha.)


There's always LOTS of time between shots....

Thursday, 18 March 2010

Business is as Business Does...

So, as some of you know I recently took part in an exhibition of works relating to album artwork for the One Bird Records launch party.

I took it upon myself to assume that there might be some musicians/managers/label related people there. So I decided I may just need a couple of business cards available to give out to people interested in my art. Being the organized person that I am, I thought of doing this roughly 4 hours prior to the exhibition. (But time pressures work for me so all was well in hell. Ho Hum.)

Below are some of the business cards I hand rendered for the event. Each one was drawn as an individual piece whilst sat in a coffee shop waiting for my train.

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It was fun watching people flick through them and pick their favourite out, or in fact, looking at them worryingly... like they weren't supposed to take them. haha.

One or two of them will end up being redrawn as larger pieces later down the line. I am a particular fan of "Toothby Jones" in the top left. I'm already working on a mahoosive version of him. Shweeeet.

Sunday, 14 March 2010

Gimmicks are for Morons

Found this image on the "Blog" of "Unnecessary" Quotation Marks for it's use of "Waste Reducing", a fair point... but I have something else relating to the image to complain about...


This soap boasts that it reduces waste by eliminating the unused central part of the soap bar. Completely ignoring the fact that it is not the central part of the soap that everyone hates, but just the flimsy last bit. Which this will also have.

In fact, it will be more flimsy because it has a fucking hole in the middle.

Gimmicks are for morons.

Sunday, 31 January 2010

(swift)Cover your eyes kids... The man got to Iggy.

So... first of all, this is a Blog I wrote last year which was up on my band's blog. I thought I'd import it over since I haven't had much time to post new stuff.

It's about the effectiveness of capitalism.


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Does anyone else think that Iggy Pop doing those insurance TV adverts is a little bit like the death song for the ethos of punk rock?


I mean, here was a guy who, in the past, was almost the physical embodiment the vitriolic spirit of punk ethics and credibility. Even telling death to get bent by spitting fire well into his old age, and doing it WELL! And now.... He's on TV in the ad breaks using some of his lyrics to help shift insurance policies.

WHAT?!?

Can someone please explain to me how this all happened? This is madness on quite an astounding scale! I mean, who wants to see/responds well to/can stomach former punk icons trying to shift units of anything for big business? The reason people liked them in the first place was for their two-fingers up to the establishment, their gritty 'in-the-dirt' realism. But now they are just props on a screen to encourage 'alternative' people to get a great new phone or toothpaste that "stands out from the crowd".

Gimme a break.

So.... the Iggy thing, coupled with Johnny Rotten's recent foray into butter (???) advertising has just really hurt me on quite a deep personal level.


Look, I'm not saying music has no place in advertising. By all means put cool music in adverts... it makes the time in between TV shows more bearable... But selling your actual image to a company is pretty dark, and verging on a cardinal sin. That's all I'm saying. Just ask Bill Hicks.



I mean... yeah for ages you've been able to buy Sex Pistols and Motorhead shirts in TopShop etc... but I don't expect Lemmy to knock on my damn door with an Avon booklet and try to sell me tupperware. You know? It's just wrong.


Apologies, but I felt I need to vent on this issue. No disrespect to Iggy's past work as some of it has been incredible. I just wish he'd continued his work as an artist rather than persuing this particular choice of revenue generation.

Wednesday, 4 November 2009