A recent IBM study found that only 26 percent of CMOs are tracking blogs, 42 percent are tracking third party reviews and 48 percent are tracking consumer reviews to help shape their marketing strategies. The study was conducted across 1,700 chief marketing officers in 64 countries and 19 industries as a means to determine the focus on market circumstances versus individual consumer feedback.
Of the study and the shifting focus of CMOs, IBM researcher Carolyn Heller Baird said, "The inflection point created by social media represents a permanent change in the nature of customer relationships. Approximately 90 percent of all the real-time information being created today is unstructured data. CMO's who successfully harness this new source of insight will be in a strong position to increase revenues, reinvent their customer relationships and build new brand value."
Wait. Didn't we already do the whole -rename-the-town-for-marketing-purposes-thing already? Wait, what? Mitsubishi really isn't renaming Normal, Illinois EVTown? They're just giving 1,000 electric cars to Mitsubishi residents and outfitting the town with charging stations in an effort illustrate what an all-electirc automotive world would look like on a large scale?
So here's the latest condom marketing idiocy. Durex is out with Digital Love, a site on which, so they say, you can have sex without actually coming into contact with a partner. Which, of course, is likely the best way not to get pregnant or contract a sexually transmitted disease. However, the site offers no such thing.
You get a slow loading site, a webcam experience (if you have one) and the chance to stare at a hot woman or man who will coo sexual innuendo in your ears until, surprise, you are told you are an idiot for actually thinking you could have sex without touching.
Here we go again. Predictably, the interwebs are up in arms over a not-so-recent but recently expanded Dr. Pepper campaign promoting its "for men only" product Ten. Ten is being heavily marketed towards men. Nothing wrong with that per se. But it's being done with the intentional exclusion of women. In a commercial that's been out since April, at least on YouTube (yea, we know. why is everyone just getting to this now?) a man who appears to be in a macho, shoot-em-up movie stops, turns to the camera and asks, "Hey ladies. Enjoying the film? Of course not. Because this is our movie and this is our soda. You can keep the romantic comedies and lady drinks. We're good."
Rapper/songwriter/producer/actor/whatever Trey Songz (aka Tremaine Aldon Neverson) can be seen in new work for street wear clothing brand Rocawear. In the quick :17 teaser, Songz is seen biting his lower lip in anticipation of getting a bit more from the woman he sees disrobe in front of him. He is then seen climbing on top of her in bed to, well, one assumes, have his way with her superfine body.
Yea. All to sell a little bottle of fragrance. Because, after all, i you smell right you are guaranteed to get laid by the hottest chick in the room.
This is one of those commercials that falls in the "epic" category. Epic for its creativity. Epic for its execution. Epic for what it represents. OK, now that we have the platitudes out of the way, we can get down to the details.
Hoping to align itself with Brazil's impending awakening as a global giant, Neogama/BBH, which handles Johnnie Walker in Brazil, came up with Rock Giant. Out of the mountain known as Sugar Loaf slowly arises a gigantic rock man who, by the commercial's end, is off walking the Johnnie Walker Walk.
The commercial closes with the copy, The giant is no longer asleep. Keep walking, Brazil." Post-production for the spot was handled by The Mill which haad its work cut out for it giving life to the towering Rock Giant.
Well there's a lot of ways to convince men they should have their prostate checked every once in a while. But sending a sketchy guy around town with a rubber glove on asking people if he can "Czech" their prostate is a decidedly new approach.
Off course as an advertising strategy, we love this approach. It's different. It's weird. It's wacky. It's downright insane. But it will get people talking. And, perhaps, get men running to their doctors simply out of fear a strange dude in a red track suit is chasing them around asking to stick a finger up their ass.
A reader pointed us in the direction of this TBWA\London-created commercial for Muller, a UK-based Yogurt brand. The commercial opens on a dreary skyline with a police officer given a parking ticket to Kitt. Yes, that Kitt from KinghtRider. Then a Muller truck goes all Transformers on the cop's ass, swallows him whole...and spits him put as Yogi Bear. Yogi then makes it his mission to make the city a much happier place. Mutly also shows up to help save the day. And finally a giant container of the Wunderful Stuff is used to rid the sky of clouds turning them into a gigantic rainbow.
The orchestral score, which sounds a bit like the theme to Pirates of the Caribbean in certain places, was scored by Guy Farley. We love this spot. It's akin to the Coke Happiness Factory work which, like this work, is all about making the world a happier place. Well if only the real world was just like the world portrayed in commercials, we'd all be in a better place.
Footlocker has a fetish for, well, fetishes. Remember the guy who loved being slapped on the ass by his girlfriend with a sneaker? And remember how he was so into it he could name the brand of the sneaker with which she used to spank him? Yea. It's a sneaker thing as the campaign keeps telling us.
Now it's all about people who love their sneakers so much they'll have an orgasm when they put them on. Even right in the Footlocker store. So be careful the next time you walk into a Footlocker. It could get pretty sticky and messy in their with all those people ejaculating all over the store.
Illegal Advertising called our attention to the latest installment in the ongoing Fallen Angels storyline from Lynx/Axe. If you recall, earlier this year angels began to fall from the sky and sought appropriate mates for themselves. Of course, they were drawn the the men who slathered themselves with Lynx and Axe products.
That introduction was followed by the story of one of the most curvaceous angels of them all; Kelly Brooke who was apparently left behind when all the rest of the angels fell from the sky and found their match. Poor Brooke, stuck in the heavens and writhing in a state of perpetual, hyper sexualized ecstasy and pent up desire, just had to find her match so she could finally fulfill her wanton way. Thankfully she finds her man.
Now that all the angels have seemingly fallen, we are now given a glimpse into their life on earth. And it's awkward. Very, very awkward. But, this being Lynx/Axe, it's quite sexy as well. We witness one angel's trials and tribulations as she goes through her day with her man. But all ends well enough and it's hinted more angels are yet to fall.