Andrey Rublev & Emil Ruusuvuori. Hong Kong Open, 2024.
Emil: Andrey, man… you’re one of the hardest working, toughest competitors but still one of the nicest guys that I know. I mean… I don’t think anyone deserves it more than you so congrats to you and your team. We’ll keep fighting. I got you once and this was your time. But I think we’re gonna have many more fights in the future.
Andrey: I enjoy knowing you as a really nice person and on top of that you’re very talented player with one of the strongest and most powerful strokes I’ve saw in tennis. And I want to wish you all the best, and to your team, they’re really taking care of you. I hope you have only good people around you. And you deserve to win many many more… all the best titles, man.
August 1981. To further illustrate the tradeoffs of digital color reconstruction of older comics, here are the first three pages of what may be Gene Day's most spectacular artistic achievement, in MASTER OF KUNG FU #103. The splash page above is followed by this extraordinary two-page spread:
Some of this appears photo-referenced, particularly the second panel — I'm guessing that Moench found a magazine article or book and either sent or recommended it to Day — but the composition and detail are both remarkable. Will Eisner's THE SPIRIT often found creative ways to incorporate the name of the strip into the art, but turning the title of the story into a panel "grid" is something else.
Here are the digitally colored versions:
A difficult tradeoff! The reconstructed version is much sharper, so you can see the intricate detail Day put into each panel (and the text is crisper, so you can read Black Jack Tarr's narration without squinting). On the other hand, in not deviating from the original color palette, the digital version is now too bright and too saturated. Newsprint soaks up enough of the ink to fade these colors to a muted twilight glow that's intensely evocative. The digital version (either onscreen or on heavy, semigloss white paper stock) no longer conveys that sense of light and shadow, and the ruddy setting sun on the first page (a really nice color hold) now looks like some kind of alien planet, which is not the desired effect. To capture the original sense of light, the digital colors' saturation would need to come down at least 25 percent, and some hue adjustments might be necessary, trading direct fidelity for a more comparable aesthetic effect.
"That is a... fairly apt picture. The question is why."
Gobbet and Racter are stood side-by-side in the street, the smell of gunpowder still thick in the air from the now-finished firefight. Gobbet cocks her head to the side, eyeing Koschei warily.
The drone is curled up on itself, legs tucked neatly beneath it, red eyes twinkling in the rain. A perfect 'loaf'. Cat-like, even.
"Is he safe to approach?" She asks, toeing her way forward through the rubble.
"Koschei is still under my control. Even the connection was broken, he would not rampage against you."
"Encouraging!" She kicks some bullet casings down the street, still approaching the drone like it might suddenly leap at her. "Is he just... taking a break?" Racter falls in step behind her, flicking his now-damp cigarette on the ground. He quickens his pace, crouching so that he's level with his creation, brow furrowed in thought.
"He shouldn't be," he mutters, mind racing over possible problems and fixes. The drone sits contently, turning slightly to watch them approach. "There shouldn't be any way to pacify him like this. It's not an outside disruption. Our connection is open."
Gobbet drops down into a squat next to him, wholly unable to offer any advice. She watches him work curiously, rain spilling down her cords of hair and puddling in the street.
"Glad it happened after the fight was over. Kinda needed Mr. Buzzsaw here to get those guys with the shotguns."
"Yes, well," Racter grunts as he forcibly turns the drone around, accessing a maintenance panel. "It shouldn't have happened at all."
"I think it's kind of cute, really. Our own murderous pet drone-cat. That doesn't eat rats or pee on the floor."