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Adrants reader Martha pointed us to this Nutrecan senior dog food ad by Gomez Chica/EURO RSCG out of Medellin, Colombia. Playing on the "senior" bit, caption reads "Adults only."
Gawker put it best:
Sex sells fruit. Sex sells condoms. Sex sells magazines. Sex sells charity. Sex sells cheap clothes and pseudocool clothes. Even child sex sells cosmetics. So people are pretty cool with sex, and its selling implications. But does dog sex sell? We can only hope.
Uncute. Come on, Gomez/EURO. Sex may sell coffins
, but you gotta draw the line somewhere. Last I read, the job description for "man's best friend" didn't include a deep-throat clause.
In what I guess can be called a witty effort to explain the Collins reinsurance ad at left, a rep at Yamamoto Moss Mackenzie wrote us an email that began, "If you were going to do an ad for reinsurance brokerage, of course you'd think facial tattoos."
We were all, "Wait ... what?!"
Then we read the first line in the ad copy: "Everyone feels covered when we place reinsurance." And it was like, "Ohhhh."
Tagline follows: "Collins: predictability for a random world."
The Curse of the Bluefin Tuna Industry. Cringe. See variants in The Economist (really?) and last week's European Voice. The people named on each poster are villainous Fisheries Ministers that failed to better regulate Mediterranean bluefin tuna. God help us.
Moved by a conviction stronger than yourself? Send angsty pro-tuna letters to Fisheries Ministers for Italy, France and Spain.
The UK's Gay Times recruited agencies and students to tackle an ambitious project: promoting the gay lifestyle to straight men.
James and Joe, two young creatives from Leeds, competed with Kings Arms Creative, Leo Burnett and iris, among other contenders, to accomplish the task in the manner most sassy. At left is what they came up with: a single dude making a distinctly vaggie shape with his mouth. (The grizzle helps.) Caption: "Anything she can do..."
Nice work. We're about 50% sold. Now let's see a chick make a shaft.
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."
There were three images that accompanied the release that prompted this story. We're going to spare you from two of them because, well, they're all hairy seventies-style and what with everyone shaving every last hair off their bodies today, seventies-style hairiness is, well, just gross.
So, for Asheville (oh wait, they're still into the seventies there, right?) hot tub retailer Willow Creek Hearth & Liesure (damn., even that word is soooo seventies), Atlanta-based BRUNNER created a campaign that's an ode to the hariy seventies and the supposed seductive qualities of the hot tub.
With headlines such as "Because you can only fit one woman in a Porsche," "Spice up your marriage with someone else's marriage," and "Lowers sperm count to the average male range (as opposed to what...a seventies porn star?)," the campaign intends to set the retailer apart from the usually mundane ads seen in the category which depict impossibly perfect, cliched family scenarios.
Somebody* just alerted me to a dentistry publication called Dear Doctor - Dentistry & Oral Health. Its president and publisher, Dr. Mario Vilardi, aims for the magazine to wax the common sense of Dear Abby, coupled with the vapid gawk-appeal of People.
Toward that end, each new issue sports the distinctive pearly-whites of a star.
It isn't immediately clear how deep we get to dive into the mouths of people we idolize on television. Deliciously sordid details, like the number of cavities they had as children, or shots of them in head gear, will probably not grace the pages of Dear Doctor. So I'm not sure what else to say about this, aside from, hey, I guess star power can serve any interest.
MySpace Music, which went live in late September, is running a print ad campaign composed of artists and some of their favourite playlists.
At left is an ad featuring Moby, complete with link to his MySpace site. The text, presumably hand-written by The Man Himself, gives us the skinny on Moby's New York playlist.
Also see "Songs to Come Down To," a handwritten playlist by Kings of Leon, and "Music that My Friends Wrote" by Jenny Lewis.
Sedate, distinctly cool and in keeping with the network's indie band community feel. This is the first time MySpace has stepped beyond its borders to advertise. But hey, this is also the first time major labels have been willing to help foot the bill.
For its Performance line of yoga apparel, Calvin Klein puts the usual waifs in spandex. They're also doing less lounging-around and ODing-on-camera.
See models stretching and models in upward-facing fetal (is that a position?). They could all be Kate Moss, as far as we can tell, but they're all slightly meatier and CK probably wouldn't waste its dosh putting Kate in profile. (That's only half the bang for the buck!)
Jokes aside, "New Movement" is sublime work by Full Contact.
To promote Night of the AdEaters, a 40-country show that screens ads from around the world in a no-holds-barred atmosphere, Euro RSCG/London resuscitated some of the ad icons it helped create.
The idea was to convey what someone might experience the morning after an indulgent ad event. (Odd, DDB/Stockholm seemed similarly inspired for the Roy awards.) At left, see the Cadbury Gorilla at the end of a tooth-scraper. Here's Flat-Head Eric in the same context, and the Energizer Bunny on dental floss.
The shit people put in your drinks!
Night of the AdEaters happens on October 16 at London's Bloomsbury Theatre. Tickets have sold out since the campaign started running.