Upon returning home from a business trip, it's sometimes nice to get a follow up email or card from that special new friend you met while engaged in activities entirely unrelated to business. The recipient in this commercial for Snapily is quite proud of himself when he receives a card from Tiffany, the girl he met on his last trip to New York. Quite proud indeed. That is until his co-worker points out something that could only be described as unexpected. Keta Keta created.
Like a sledgehammer, this Duval Guillaume-created ad for Belgium's Organ Donor Foundation bluntly deflates mens' egos and, like a reality slap upside the head, manipulates them into realizing the rigid organ they have in hand isn't the one which will do this woman the most good.
As Adland writes, "thanks for that lesson in truth in advertising Duval Guillaume."
And as we'd say, Cruel, cruel and more cruel!"
But we'd also say," Simply brilliant."
Pop Quiz. Home Work. Cutting Corners. Viral Video. Famous Mommies. Cleaning Craze.BVlogger to the Rescue. Life After Breast Canver. Spelling Quiz. From Cute to Creepy. Huh? What?
It's MomTourage. Yup. Another iVillage creation that pays homage to HBO's Entourage. Tangential to Zima's Mom Your Ride, this one's all about the power of mom and her posse. Complete with the best wheels, the best seats and...spit up in their hair, these moms use their clout, score dates and the "primo" tables.
They've even got Turtle.
With a little bit of Gmail contextual wizardry, J. Crew is capitalizing on Obama and his wife Michelle with a text ad that leads to a landing page which reads, "All politics aside...this outfit gets our vote."
Simple. Smart. Obvious. With all the contextual fuckery that exists, it's nice to occasionally see one execution that's actually relevant and isn't selling turpentine to young teens who drink it to force abortions.
For year two of the Detroit Institute of Arts' "Let Yourself Go" rebrand, Perich Advertising + Design tapped Head Gear Animation/Toronto to produce two spots:
o In "Son of Hatman," Hatman takes his son to the museum. Seeing the art makes them part of it.
I once saw a Tales from the Darkside episode with a similar premise: a guy on the lam runs into a museum and prays to be hidden inside a peaceful painting of a fisherman. But because he spends his prayertime looking at a picture of Jesus being crucified, that's where God puts him. Oh, horrors.
o In "Thinker," a stumped writer leaps off his perch and hits the DIA for inspiration.
Writer's block hurts, and while I'm sure forking over $8 to see other people's masterpieces must help, I find it hard to believe he didn't try drinking first. It's the path of least resistance. Cheaper, too.
During last night's Gossip Girl, The Candie's Foundation ran a commercial addressing teen pregnancy. As the camera zooms in on two teens making out in a car, Jenny McCarthy suddenly appears in the window and asks, "What are you doing?", before presenting the couple with one possible outcome of their backseat frolic.
Creatives hitting the vending machines at RTCRM might be accosted with a smorgasbord of aluminum signs, each with a military-style message demanding, in some short shouty way, that they beat their own bodies into a pulp and do a great deal of sweating.
This is part of RTCRM's six-week "extreme exercise" boot camp. Creatives meet at 7am, twice a week, to groan and sweat with fellow languid-limbed chums.
Must be interesting for morale. You never quite look at someone the same way once you've seen where their sweat glands are most active. And an approach like this is infinitely kinder than firing people for smoking.
America's going through a period of bottled water Puritanism. That is, it's officially out-of-vogue to hawk your (wastefully!) bottled H2O, unless you've got a green angle tied to it ... or you happen to be Evian.
But Mattoni doesn't just flaunt its water wares; it's downright decadent. See its refreshingly playful spot, where a despondent patron orders Mattoni water -- and gets a surprisingly lush response.
The English-speaking version is more brash and saucy, but I dig how the splashy dame steps right onto the table and caps the ad with her theatrically husky (read: dubbed-porn-ish) "Will that be with bubbles ... or without?"
Brava, Mattoni. By Black Mountain Studios VFX/Stuttgart and Velvet Mediendesign.
This infectious Wii Music ad depicts people in shelves, sorta like notes in sheet music, playing individual melodies with a Wiimote. As the spot progresses, they all tap into the original Super Mario Bros. theme song.
Very cool. It reminds me a bit of those iPod ads that featured silhouettes of people jamming out to whatever they were listening to.
Like iPod, Wii's become a lifestyle brand, except it's less self-conscious and more democratic. Everybody plays, even grandma.
In this commercial for the Volkswagen Routan mini-van, you can identify with the pain these hippies feel as if you lived your life right alongside theirs in the heady days of the sixties. Reminiscing by looking at old pictures and movies, they long for the days when things were simpler. Or at least more fun and there was a purpose to their lives. When they fought for causes. When they changed the world. And...when they drove the VS Bus.