Attending Advertising Age's Digital Marketing Conference, Steve Rubel reports attendee sentiment regarding "management" of social media, tweets, "Where should social media lie? Audience poll: 53% in marketing, 5% say in PR, 9% say customer service and 33% say some new division."
So this is what what it takes now to sell milk. Yup. Goofy videos that are knock offs of other goofy videos (movies? bands?). For Got Milk, Goodby Silverstein & Partners offers up One Gallon Axe, a rock band video that, well, you just have to watch it to truly appreciate its weirdly odd goodness.
Courtesy of law firm Hanson Bridgett, here's another contender for the WTF award. In the video, we've got four musicians (lawyers?) dressed in Lederhosen playing a tune as they walk to the Hanson Bridgett offices. That's it. Nothing else happens in this video save the appearance of what looks to be Apprentice bitch Omarosa towards the end.
If you're a fan of monotonously boring winding mountain road car commercials, you're gonna love this video of a new boat called the XSR48. It's described thusly: "The XSR48 combines the DNA and high performance of a supercar with superyacht detailing to create the world's first true Superboat." Whatever.
Like we said yesterday, if you're not at Advertising Age's Digital Marketing Conference, you can get tidbits of it here following David Armano's Twitter feed. Right now (9:45AM) Donny Deutsch is interviewing Jeff Zucker. Some tidbits:
Well it's about time. The Lynx/Axe babes are back, this time from Australia in the form of the Lynx Anti-Soap Squad or LASS. Witty. As with all Lynx/Axe efforts, the work panders to the typical high school kid who thinks about sex 24/7...in other words, the entire male race. Framed like a COPS episode, two Lynx girls, dressed in police uniforms you wish actual police officers (female ones, that is) wore all the time prowl for guys who use regular bar soap as if it were a crime.
This is only marginally disgusting. Also, it's a promotion for "Test Your Breath," a campaign for Scope by the charmers at Dentsu and Crush.
Test your toxicity -- er, breath -- at the website.
Here's our big question: why does the guy in the elevator know what rhino shit smells like? Even even if somebody's breath did smell like rhino shit, our heads wouldn't immediately go there because we lack the appropriate frame of reference.
We'd be like, "Ooh. Stale bacon mixed with carcass of month-old monkey fetus." Because you know, we deal with that stuff in everyday life.
This is neat. During the Wilderness Fair in Stockholm, the Miami Guerrilla Agency used removable paint to spray images of divers on the ground in the style of road signs around the area. Above the divers is an arrow pointing to the nearest body of water; below is the web address www.borjadyka.nu (www.startdiving.now). See a variation.
The promotion is for the Swedish Diving Association's "Diving Village," a Wilderness Fair attraction. Hope nobody got the wrong idea and jumped instead.
In this article, CNBC writer Darren Rovell uses convoluted logic to ask what consumers, in their childlike naivete, are supposed to extract from relationships between athletes and the brands that sponsor them. (And their trainers. And their trainers' websites.)
Here's the puzzle the column poses: say you're a kid, and you want to be the next LaDainian Tomlinson. Tomlinson is part of Nike's SPARQ training program. He also wears Nikes on the field. But Todd Durkin, Tomlinson's trainer, has a website sponsored by Under Armour.
Assuming you're wack enough to think this will fundamentally alter your destiny, what do you BUY? Nike trainers or Under Armour's? The author's so stuck on this that he's even taking a poll. (Who would you follow: athlete or trainer?)
We'd laugh this whole thing off, because it really is ridiculous, but then we got to thinking. Do sponsored associations between people and products really mean something?
Oh for fuck's sake! So a Governor had sex with a prostitute. Sex. He had sex. He didn't murder anyone, blow up a building or otherwise harm another person (as far as our limited knowledge of the man allows). He had sex. OK, he paid for it but it was still sex. Anyway, he's not Governor any more and has been endlessly shamed for his wrong doing. Rightly so, as many believe. If you don't know who we're talking about yet, you've been on another planet.
So leave it to a marketer to capitalize on the downfall of another by...offering money to place the image of Ashley Dupre/Youmans/DiPietro, the call girl that caused the downfall of the aforementioned Governor Eliot Spitzer, on the backs of buses to promote vodka. Yes, Georgi vodka wants to pay Dupre a low six figure sum to become the vodka brand's "butt girl."