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Channel 4 enlisted London-based doctor Farrah Jarral and filmmaker Masood Khan to discover what it calls "the sunnier side of Islam." (Not to be confused for the Sunnier Side of Truth, which is slightly more musical.) The pair went out to meet 500 men named Osama over the course of 50 days. Each was asked the question, "What do you love?"
This Osama loves freedom and that Osama loves life, family, photography, friends, snow, skate, surf, music, art, "being me" and flashing gangsta-gangsta peace signs.
See more at the Osama Loves website. This one is probably my favorite. He ought to be bearing a sign that screams "Osama loves CUTE OVERLOAD!"
To harvest new users, Canadian wireless firm Fido deployed white male and female figures -- refugees of rebel bathroom signs? -- across Toronto. They've appeared as chalk art, or hanging from trees, and recently as big-ass balloon dolls, quietly coaxing viewers to text 411 to 10987.
The effort's been toted as the first Canadian use of "flogos" -- flying logos.
Rubberneckers that text 411 to 10987 get invitations to upcoming "Fido Sessions." Some, like the Art Sessions, seem infinitely cooler than the guerrilla campaign itself. See artist The Dark put up some wheatpaste art from an Art sesh. (Why Fido wants to teach art, I don't know, but if it keeps those crazy kids with knives off the streets...)
Organized by Bos, Toronto, which previously did a really neat thing for Fido where billboards threw snowballs at each other.
- Diggin' these Beijing Olympics-based efforts for Mini Cooper and Samsung. Well, the Samsung one might have confused me if I saw it in person, but the Mini rickshaw thing is pretty dope.
- Should Starbucks engage in latte art? American coffee snobs, a subculture Starbucks helped create, would probably argue yes -- if it's at all serious about maintaining luxury cachet. (Which I increasingly doubt it is.)
- More Michael Phelps ads by Visa. PS -- Phelps scored a perfect eight gold medals in the Olympics this summer. It's so exciting, I'm starting to get spam about it.
- So I guess Verizon is not that into disco.
- Rainbow tribe daddy Brad Pitt is launching a body wash in partnership with Kiehl's. The product will cost $16.50 market, he'll appear in no ads, and 100 percent of profits will go to JPF Eco Systems, a green charity he and Kiehl's started together. How sweeeeet.
What's the best way to get attention and promote Australia's Queensland as a winter vacation destination? The same way you'd get attention or just about anything else: hot guys and girls in swimwear flashing passersby on the street. It's simple. It's low budget. It catches attention. It's fun. Why over engineer when you don't have to? And who doesn't like to ogle a hottie in the morning?
Guerrilla marketing firm CreateHere stenciled 35°85°* all over Chattanooga to promote 35°85° A Chattanooga Party, which I guess is a free house party thrown by CreateHere and other local businesses. (I concluded that based on the Facebook page and not the website, which only gave me some Wordle-looking nonsense. Who decided making readers crane their heads and squint was a smart game plan?)
Oddly (or stupidly) enough, the party is not at 35 degrees latitude and 85 degrees longitude. Google Maps says that's somewhere in China. Let's hope nobody put on their party pants and tried going.
Breasts break through advertising's fourth wall in this Wonderbra bus shelter ad by Publicis/Frankfurt. Just another way too much "support" makes you a hazard to yourself and others. (Thanks @benkunz for sharing.)
Berlin-based lingerie shop Blush left a trail of striptease billboards to guide (throbbing, drooling, cash-in-hand) traffic straight into its velvety interior.
300 meters away from Blush (at a man-tastic construction site!), a model against a lilac backdrop is fully-dressed, hair tied back, breasts pushed up, choker tying it all together. At 100 meters she's in bare essentials, playing with her thigh-highs.
50 meters: toying with her bra strap. Five meters? Topless, back turned. You'll have to step into Blush for the rest of the show. (But I'm not feeling optimistic for you, unless you're in a chemise-buying mood.)
Kinda reminded us of Virgin's Fresh Footwork interactive campaign, where each click forward brought a ballerina closer to carnality.
For scooping this up for us, Adrants reader Dario of Invoke Media gets a virtual fist-bump, and possibly also an awkward hug when we finally meet.
- It's another raging Hitler appropriation. This one's called "The Rise and Fall of Twitter." Given that we've had similar spittle-fits over Twitter's goddamn down time, it's pretty funny, actually.
- Some nights you just need to pop a Kanye into your glass.
- Lack of bear at Black Bear Diner.
- So I guess the Montauk Monster is a guerrilla effort for an indie movie called Splinterheads.
- British carrier TalkTalk is trying to help fight autism with a campaign called The Forever Story. Alongside the common man, authors like Nick Hornby will contribute to a story that's supposed to go on forever. For every contribution, TalkTalk will donate 1 pound (the currency) to a charity called Treehouse.
Most marketers want some kind of reaction to their advertising. Desired reactions range from increased sales to increased brand awareness to changing a behavior to announcing the existence of a new product. Rarely is the desired reaction so specific as to make people say, "Holy Crap," after they see it but that's just what Nike wanted and that's what Hub Strategy did.
To call attention to Nike's sponsorship of the AST Dew Tour, Hub Strategy, which put together a concepting team consisting of an architect, an industrial designer, a planner, a graphic designer and a copywriter. The result? A tricked out extreme vehicle complete with skate ramp, wake board tower, sirk rack, skateboard rails, BMX racks, a camper and, of course, iPod goodness.
After looking at the vehicle, one would certainly have to admit to at least a tiny bit of OMG, WTF and, yes, Holy Crap.