Jeremy Dante -- a human repository of unbearably fashionable things -- sent us more imagery from the ongoing Madonna for Marc Jacobs/Louis Vuitton campaign.
These shots are decidedly more burlesque and pushy than the last ones, which pushed the aesthetic envelope but still maintained a semblance of cool grace and timeless decadence, yada-yada.
Hear me out. Madonna rocks hard and all, but she's past the point where we're willing to see her deep-throat lollies or -- heaven forbid! -- give us a youthfully woozy crotch shot in her Diamond Dog undyroos.
Diggin' this naughty spread of her draped over the chairs, though. It's so Virgin meets the New Wave.
One could trash the latest Super Bowl ad gimmick - 3D ads for DreamWorks Animation and SoBe - but that might be a bit, um, short sighted. Oh sure, having to wear 3D glasses just to watch a television commercial is kind of stupid. However, the simple fact there will be a 3D commercial to watch during the Super Bowl, the distributing of 125 million 3D glasses needed to view the commercial through 25,000 retail outlets and the relentless promotion that will precede the airing might just land the two commercials highly coveted spots on the all important USA Today Super Bowl Ad Poll, the penultimate metric for Super Bowl commercial success. In fact, the poll is so important, agencies have been fired for their Super Bowl spots not landing in the top ten.
That or millions of people will be calling their eye doctor Monday morning following the game wondering why their vision was suddenly blurred for a brief moment. It could be the single most successful eye doctor ad campaign ever created. Without a single doctor spending a single penny.
- Jack Morton Worldwide, Almighty, Weber Shandwick and Google join Citizen Schools to help kids succeed.
- Which Dog are You?
- "They only met once, but they stayed crunchy forever."
- Sam L. Jackson fronts for Virgin Media Broadband.
- "Fast casual" wha...? McD's training film.
- UK's Benylin is in the dog house for using ads to teach people how to call in sick.
You kin' do it!" Dunkin Donuts exclaims in the 2009 debut of its new ad campaign, where people like you! power through everyday life with the will and guilelessness of Special Olympics athletes.
Both efforts remind us "America runs on Dunkin'" -- much the way cars run on petrol and and tin men run on oil. It's a shorter way of saying you don't need to be super or have a super job; you just need the fuel necessary to push your colorless millstone up that steep, steep hill. Every. Single. Day. Forever.
By the way, "get an egg-white flatbread for only $1.99 when you buy a medium hot coffee."
Campy, approachable and Common-Man-relevant -- a nice step up from last year's work, which also showcased coffee-fueled Avg. Joes doing painfully ordinary things.
Work by Hill Holliday/Boston.
In the last full week of December, Charmin launched what appears to be the beginning of a casting call campaign for a new bear mascot. (It isn't clear what went wrong with the old ones. Maybe too much tissue fondling.)
The guy who passed this to us called it "definitely a worthy laugh from the guys at Publicis," but he was clearly lying through his typing fingers. Besides a casting video for this sloppy specimen of the Ursidae family, uploaded two weeks ago, there's nothin' else going on.
Notably, at least one commenter expressed interest in the campaign -- but he joined YouTube six days ago. Also, one of the two videos he uploaded is pro-Charmin, so we're guessing he didn't find the effort via StumbleUpon.
Hey, Publicis ... you awake? For inspiration, look to Milk, which shat this gimmick months ago and at least tried running with it.
To celebrate Virgin Atlantic's 25th anni, "Still Red Hot" brings us back to June 22nd, 1984, when London's Gatwick Airport changed forever.
On a day that would otherwise be forever defined by a miner's strike, Virgin Atlantic's premier crew of red-clad flight attendants broke the mundanity with their bitch-watch-me walks and winning smiles. A revolving ticker overhead ties fiction to fact: Virgin's first-ever flight route, VS001 to Newark, is ON TIME.
- The New York Times is pushing front page display ads. It's hard times, yo; deal with it.
- Shoot creative briefs and account execs. As in, whoosh-whoosh, bang-bang.
- TBWA dubbed AdWeek's top agency of '08.
- Top 25 fictional sci-fi movie ads. Slurp.
- BREAKING NEWS - Steve Jobs is sick.
- Facebook peaks on Christmas Eve. Merry Christmas, Mark Zuckerberg!
- Israel tweets.
- Planning for your demise? Give your organs to the girl, not the tin jar.
A wee Brooklyn-based shop called Fantasy Trophies ("Hand-made trophies worth bragging about") has launched a YouTube campaign, "Bragging Rites," that consists of nine videos which get progressively more retarded.
The videos follow Brian, a brash, furry office cog, who antagonizes his fantasy football opponents. It's profoundly working-man-tastic; probably only funny for the people involved, and maybe for people that have done crazy shit in the name of fantasy football. If you fall into neither camp, well, tough luck.
See Penis Cake and/or Megan's Strap-On Fantasy. (Megan ultimately gets revenge in the form of a really feeble "email this asshole!" video. Girl, you'll shimmy into a strap-on, but broadcasting dude's email on YouTube was your best take on vengeance? You put bad-ass bitches to shame.)
In an all out effort to accost, uh, make the public aware of its new logo and celebrate the "next generation's" apparent positive outlook for the coming year, Pepsi has unleashed itself upon Times Square with a week-long promotional extravaganza.
This past weekend, Pepsi, with street teams and a Times Square billboard takeover, featured its new Refresh Everything message of hope, optimism and a world made perfect through the rose colored glasses of advertising. A new television commercial, Wordplay, also made its debut.
On Christmas day, One Laptop Per Child brought back the voice (if not the body) of Yoko Ono's beloved John Lennon.
OLPC's mission is to bring cheap, sturdy laptops to the world's poorest children. So paint your sympathetic face on as a freshly conviction-laden (if nasal) Lennon compares giving a child a laptop to the vision he shared through his music. At the end, the Walrus himself appears, piped in from the great beyond through a kid computer with Shrek ears.
Negroponte ought to learn from his profitable peers. Resuscitating a dead guy -- particularly one whose yearning for peace has been used to sell everything from diapers to ice cream -- never works in your favor, no matter how noble the intentions. In fact, it's about as disturbing as watching a demented technophile play puppeteer with a decomposing marionette.