OK, this is just gross. Or maybe not depending upon what sort of food you like. But who wants to walk into the office and have to smell KFC stench wafting about all day long? It seems KFC has affixed it's $2.99 Deal Meal to the mail carts of corporations in Washington, Chicago and Dallas. How can anyone get any work down if all they do is start drooling for KFC? Oh wait, that's exactly what KFC wants! For everyone to drop what their doing, run out and go buy a $2.99 Deal meal. OK, I guess it's brilliant after all.
"We're here. We're Hot. Get used to it." That's the battle cry kicking off a new spot for Toronto-based fashion retailer Bay. Boom is the name of the campaign and it's all about baby boomers reclaiming their fashionista status by staging a fashion protest which looks like some sort of colorized sixties protest.
The campaign's got everything: TV, radio, a contest to win a car, interactive retail windows, transit, guerrilla, fashion shows, in store event and even a "bra burning" promotion.
Every once in awhile you run into somebody who asks whether subcultures inspire advertising or advertising inspires subcultures. But worse than that question are the guys who actually try to find out whether they can in fact create a subculture out of astroturf.
Thus prepared, we give you Shakerboarding: the happy (?) marriage of breakdancing and advertising. The sport's headline athlete, Roto, shakerboards outside of CiCi's Pizza in order to draw customers in.
Shakerboarding and Roto were developed by Deutsch LA with the help of Feed Company, the guys responsible for Ray Ban's Never Hide campaign, which was similarly puzzling but perhaps less contrived than inventing a sport. (Unfortunately we can't all be JK Rowling.)
Check Roto out at yoroto.com.
Maybe Hanes is a little sexier than we thought. The company has enlisted the aid of four relatively cute girls (dubbed The Comfort Force) to ask strange men to change their underpants. Clever. We do that all the time to no positive result, but then again we've never organized ourselves into a coalition.
See campaign site here.
Push the envelope further, Hanes - have said Comfort Force test the aerodynamics of your product at a local concert. We're sure small-time band geeks would appreciate having (clean) panties thrown at them.
This Sunday in Colorado, director David LaFrance of Denver Water is going to put on a toilet costume and go racing across the Rapids' field when Beckham appears. He'll be wearing a cheesy sign that says "Running toilets waste water." Then he'll be tackled by a dude wearing a sign that says, "Stop running toilets."
This is for a campaign called Use Only What You Need, launched with the help of Sukle Advertising and Design. Sukle calls it "witty." We're sure there are other words for it but we're too lazy to come up with any. We might just put on a sign with something patently insulting printed on it and go running across a field ass-naked.
Starbucks has done it. Microsoft has done it. Why not Coffees of Hawaii? Guerrilla Communications created a "fall from the sky" (sort of) campaign for the coffee maker which draped parachute-wearing packages of coffee throughout neighborhoods, shopping plazas and tourist attractions in and around Atlanta and Chattanooga. Free coffee? What's not to love?
This guerilla campaign, in which a cup of coffee is stirred by an invisible hand or clairvoyant effort, drew eyes to the book sitting alongside it. We'll let you guess which it was for.
Beware: the quality of the video is grainy, and the content itself is very long and very boring. And we don't know why it is that people, drawn to the stirring cup, touch the book and not the spoon. Is this psychological? Do they imagine there's some recipe locked deep in the hundreds of pages that will help them create their own vicarious stirring effects?
Because if we were curious enough to stop, we would have reached for the spoon (it would be cool if, for those reasons, the spoon also had a bit of an electrical charge - like, you know, a disembodied wrist-slap).
Thanks disruption for the lead.
Some time ago we got word that Sisley released this racy ad featuring allusions to coke, the unofficial talc of the modeling world.
Later Benetton Group, the parent company, left us a comment stating this work is not formally associated with the Sisley brand. The statement included a push for Sisley's latest campaign featuring Stephanie Seymour, "worldwide recognized as an icon of fashion and beauty."
An image from said campaign is at left. It's so much less racy (and infinitely more creative) than the coke-whore glamazon variation. < /sarcasm >
Inspired by these curious events, MyItThings wrote a post on fakedvertising that pretty much states Sisley (or someone who loves the company enough to throw together some pretty well-made creative) pulled a clever one with this effort.
Way to go.
OK. So what do you get when you ask a few hot agency interns to come up with a new business and then create a campaign to promote it? Well, SalADvertising, of course. After all, assvertising was already taken. Today, according Night Agency interns, is National Salad Day as well as the birth of their company, SalADvertise.
Noting 35.9 percent of American eat salad three to six times a week, the interns figured, hey, that's a captive audience so they've created branded plastic take out salad containers as a saleable medium. Being interns the team isn't yet jaded by too many fresh idea-crushing years in the industry so they skipped past all the marketing crap we create just so people will pay us lots of money for something they could have done themselves and went right to the Holy Grail of advertising: sex sells.
Usually we think it's really cool when an ad appropriates some every day object to deliver its message, but in the case of coffee and steaming manholes, the collaboration is less than savory.
The text on this one-year-old Folger's ad reads, "Hey, City That Never Sleeps. Wake up. Folgers."
Dude, can you imagine walking over that manhole and going, "WTF is that damp dirty mist that's just accosted me? Oh wow, it is a giant cup of Folger's coffee." The very thought drives us straight into the arms of Starbucks.
Well, no, not even. Maybe Jamba Juice. The thought of coffee a la manhole just puts us off the whole idea.
[Ed: Pardon this story. Our co-Editor just woke up from a year long nap and forgot to restart her RSS reader. She was roundly chastised in our daily coffee klatch this morning and she promises not to nap so long ever again.]