We’ve seen plenty of evidence in the ad world of P. Diddy’s self-deluded worldview: Ciroc Vodka, Burger King, Unforgivable.
Even so, I still choked a little upon catching sight of this two-page spread for I Am King, the direct and to-the-point moniker for his newest fragrance. Copy and packaging are flanked by The Man himself, tux-clad and perpetually defiant.
Diggin’ how the spread lacks a sampler. Guess you’re supposed to take it on faith that if Diddy shits it, it reeks of rosepetal.
