Here's a clever way to highlight the "extremely realistic sound" touted by Loewe.
You've got a choir performing a piece. When an invisible remote zapper toggles between sound options, the orchestra changes in order to provide the desired audio texture. As "bass" increases on a dial, some bassists run in; a woman raises her voice -- then lowers it -- as treble changes; and higher volume results in a last-minute dash to the stage by previously-unseen performers.
The conductor's "WTF?" face ties it all together nicely, and the ad wraps up by panning away from the choir to reveal a television frame. Nice work by Scholz & Friends/Berlin, and production firm Element E.
We can also envision an online engagement opportunity on the website -- letting users toggle sounds from their keyboards in various settings. No such luck yet though.
To celebrate Barbie's 50-year anniversary, Chanel's own Karl Lagerfeld designed a Barbie/Ken exhibit for Colette in Paris. The exhibit will be visible in Colette store windows from March 9-15th, including a "high security exhibition" of the first-ever Barbie and Ken dolls on the 12th.
See all the pretty pretties.
If you're less interested in the aesthetics of Barbie than in her history, you definitely wanna check out The Big Money's awesome timeline of Barbie's social progression over the past half-century. It made us glad she shafted Ken in the early '00s -- dude was never that hawt.
Mekanism put together this sensory mindfuck of a week in the life of a single twenty-something. Impressive how he manages to get into all those shenanigans and still stay Axe fresh.
The slogan follows pat: "Axe will fix you up" (no matter how messy everything else around you gets). More interestingly though, the ad's stuffed with links to thefixers.com -- which we only managed to catch once, maybe because we weren't looking hard enough.
The Fixers is a fake talk show about questionable hook-ups and pranking friends. It's funny, but then again, Axe never had a problem being funny. Nice effort overall.
McCann Erickson/Madrid's "Encounter" is an increasingly emotional progression toward the meeting of a centenerian and a just-born child. The music, timely words and that final culmination -- wedding the tail-end of a life to the naissance of new -- brought us near tears.
And then we saw the Coca-Cola silhouette. And it was like, "Jesus Christ, this came from the same people that brought us Happiness Factory."
Nothing against Coke, whose ads are consistently good, but there has to've been a more graceful way to incorporate the brand into this message.
With help from Blacklist, Goodby, Silverstein & Partners adds "Firesprite" to Frito-Lay's painfully adorable Made for Each Other campaign.
In the words of the pressie: "Made for Each Other is about that brilliant moment where two worlds collide to make an even greater whole. [...] Much like Dips and Chips, when our two heroes meet you just can't help but smile."
In this spot, a well-meaning little firesprite chars everything he touches -- until he finds unlikely harmony with a giant blanket on a windy day.
I realize how insane that sounds, but really, it's cute, and in keeping with the chip/dippy happy-ever-after we saw in the previous spots ("Sockets" remains our favourite).
To kick off its "engineering smiles for 50 years" campaign, PING puts founder Karstein Solheim on the platform. The work is a more bearable version of the sap-saturated Sprint/Dan Hesse material: it's just a simple, no-frills voiceover with product imagery.
Unpretentious, nice and neat. By The Martin Agency, whose class-act status was heavy on the spin last week as the result of news that it would lay off staffers -- and give competing agencies up to half the shafted Martinites' first month's pay in exchange for hiring them.
Fashion whore Jeremy Dante put our eyeballs in touch with the rear-wheel drive on this Armani Exchange ad -- which is currently languishing on the cutting-room floor.
Here's the story: the piece was slated to hit New York's Meatpacking District but was rejected by the Van Wagner Billboard company, which deemed it too racy. General consensus blames the rejection on the man-lumps, but I don't know, maybe it had less to do with that than the fact that it looks like he's wanking in a corner.
As an addendum to that, there's also the matter of the copious cleavage (which, to be fair, never really stops anybody from appearing on a billboard) and implied menage-a-trois (do fashionistas mind the occasional gangbang?). But hey, if the internet says VW's rejection is all about ass, then who are we to argue.
Diggin' these prints by DM9 DDB/Brazil. In each, a FedEx delivery box is positioned as a conduit for items that bear some storytelling cachet. Two sets of hands, reaching toward each other from top and bottom of the frame, represent giver and receiver.
Perfect delivery, no pun intended. (Don't you hate it when people say that? Because if the pun isn't intended, isn't it terrifically convenient that it's there?)
See Trumpet -- the more popular piece -- and Robot.
- Adidas launches branded video hub. Welcome to Bandwagonsville!
- New Pearl Jam website by Freedom + Partners. Site includes a puzzle that lets users "unlock" songs from reissues of Ten. Puzzle completion can be timed; people can compete for speed.
- Evan Williams: just a poor but honest farmboy.
- BeanCastin' it up: "I'm for Sale" with Bill Green, John Wall and the spirit of Ben Kunz. (Take a shot every time I say "like" -- and thank me when you've got the goggles on tight.)
- Media that shapes Advergirl's worldview.
- Who Watches the Watchmen?
- Helping PETA help themselves.
- Sexting suicide.
Gery Colombia interprets Scotch-Brite for whimsical clean-freaks with print ads where rubber gloves are manipulated in the shape of animal bits. At left is Chicken; also see Cow and Crab.
Not - terrifically - original, and heavy with the Real Simple aesthetic.
Wonder who still uses kitchen gloves to wash dishes. It'd be interesting to see a semi-campy glove ad where these bad-boys are used in unexpected -- and yet useful! -- ways. Like putting them on your feet to tightrope over electrified wire. Or something.