It's quite clear some people get excited about their vehicles. Some more than others. They will dance, they will prance. They will sing, they will swing. They will commend, they will recommend. They will rave, they will praise. They will aggrandize, they will advertise. They will dramatize, they will hyperbolize. They will amplify, they will magnify. But will they go operatic?
If said excited are fans of "The More Grand Cherokee," then, oh yes, yes they will. And they will do it with gusto and with pride. Excitement and glee. Admiration and pride. Appreciation and idolization. Glorification and sentimentalization. Oh yes, forthright and dedicated, these car nuts will express their love no matter the oddity of the expression.
So what do you do if you're a book publisher and you're promoting a "sexy, summer beach read" which just happens to have an intriguing first sentence? You make a video of people reading the first sentence, "There are 8,000 nerve endings in the clitoris and this son of a bitch couldn't find one of them."
Like many book publishers, this one has gone beyond boring ads placed in the New York Times book review section. It's a nice approach but if a business book promotes itself by having hot models read sections of the book while disrobing, an erotic thriller about three women spending the summer in the Hamptons could have been just a wee bit more racy with their promotion.
The book? J.J. Salem's Tan Lines.
Who knew there was such a thing? Yes, it's true. A non-sexual, artistic women's underwear commercial. No bulging cleavage. No alluring grins. No enticing smirks. No gratuitous camera angles. No bootie-bearing thongs. Just dancing. Oh, and some Fruit.
We're not usually fans of ads about personalized colors for laptops. In the 21st century, is that the best you can do? But I like what Dell did in this gentle, feel-good spot, set to the tune of Colors by Kira Wiley.
Definitely better than the last ad in the "Colors" campaign, which hurt our heads and tried too hard. What tops it off nicely is that pretty little tagline: "Yours is here." I like that. It's like Dell is Build-a-Bear for computers, and just as snuggly.
The ad was put together by Mother, which is pretty much holding the fort for sweetly sleeping Enfatico.
Riffing on the increasingly fake aspects of culture from implants to injections to extensions, Toronto agency Zig created a print campaign for New York Fries which draws a dichotomy between fakeness and the all natural goodness of New York Fries.
Witty campaign but what's really sad is the fact an actual ad campaign is needed to sell something that is supposed to be fried potatoes and nothing else. Food - and everything else in this world - has become so processed, hardly anything is real anymore.
For example, breasts. Big breasts are great. Every woman seems to want them and every man seems to want to ogle and fondle them. Fine. Nothing wrong with obsessing over big breasts (well, OK, maybe it is a bit degrading to reduce a woman to a body part) but fake big breasts are exactly that. Fake. Not real. They don't look real. They don't feel real. They aren't attractive to look at. They aren't real. And fake isn't fun.
Neither are fake French Fries. Two other fake-focused ads are here and here.
His name was Paul Potts. During his unexpectedly spellbinding audition on Britain's Got Talent, he touched the hearts of viewers everywhere. (Really. I don't know if it was his voice or the pop show context or what, but I've never seen anything like that on American Idol.)
The crescendo: Before he went on to win the show last year, he was a mobile phone salesman. So now T-Mobile's using his defining moment in a German ad campaign. (Nice touch with the little girls and businessmen crying over their mobile phones.)
The closer (translated from the German): "Life gives us extraordinary moments. The beauty of it is that we can share them." What a charming lesson in opportunism.
This is sorta nifty. Motivated by the assumption that youth adopt ideals based on how they're presented, Grey/Madrid launched Compra esta actitude ("Buy this attitude") on behalf of the Madrid City Council.
The effort tells people to save energy by twisting up gimmicks we're all familiar with. Ads were inspired by shampoo and perfume ads, and even those totally improbable amateur online videos.
Creative is divided by medium: Internet, TV, Radio, Grafica. Run a barcode scanner over each to see the work. The image at left is from the shampoo spoof, where a woman with lustrous hair swings it in the direction of a lightswitch and flips it off. And here's the online video they're pushing: "The light pong masters," inspired in part by stuff like "Guy catches glasses with face" for Ray Ban. Expect some heavily edited, totally improbable ping pong action. Yeah, baby, yeah.
Anomaly/NY worked with Santogold, Julian Casablancas and Pharrell Williams of NERD to produce My Drive Thru, a paper doll music video for Converse. It's effortlessly dope, more so because Pharrell is the coolest fucking celebrity in the entire world. Oh, and the other two are also pretty awesome.
This is part and parcel of Converse's "Connectivity" campaign, which rocked well from Day 1. Scoop My Drive Thru up free on the Converse website, which was revamped to reinforce the celebu-paper doll thing. (Also very cool.) Click "unfold" for screen takeover -- minimal laggage -- then download the track.
Hey, hey, hey! Maybe being an intern at an ad agency isn't such a bad thing. That is if you're an intern at Naked Communications and the agency's client is Contiki Tours. On his first day, intern Gavin Chimes was ambushed with agency sending him on a surprise trip to Europe; first stop, Amsterdam.
The agency will be documenting his entire Contiki Tour, a company that offers travel tours for 18-35 year olds, so as to share the experience from the vantage point of an unsuspecting traveler. Any other agencies want to offer up a better intern program?
Up until the final tagline, "Your five senses prefer a Renault Magane" (which you have to listen to over and over to understand), this Brazilian commercial for the Renault Megane instills that sense of brotherly love you get when...well...you crowd surf your way home from work while some techno plays in the background.