- Do we really need more Elliot Spitzer jokes? Apparently so and this time it comes courtesy of New York magazine which commissioned three artists to take their shots. Three entries come from Ogilvy & Mather.
- If you want to step inside the offices of Wieden + Kennedy, you can (well, virtually) courtesy of this Flickr photo set.
- The Experience Economist argues advertising will kill social media.
- Apparently the Mac Guy, aka Justin Long, will not be returning for future Mac ads. We've heard this before but Slate thinks it should stick this time calling Long a "smug little stwit."
- Social media lover Alisa Leonard takes a detailed look at how the influence of social media can be measured.
Dark. Moody. Mesmerizing. Mysterious.Yes, we are attaching these descriptors to a car commercial. A Ford Fusion car commercial no less. In the commercial, we see a man drive off from the airport while a plane takes off. He then drives across land and see to arrive at the plane's destination to tell the woman he loves he forgot to tell her something before they parted hours earlier.
Adding to the cryptic intensity of the spot, created by Y & R Toronto, is the fact we never find out what it was the man forgot to tell the woman. Very, very nice.
For interior design site mydeco, TAMBA put together a swanky Facebook app for all the users that are getting too old to cash in on their .edu cachet.
The My Dinner Party widget enables users to create a "dream dinner party" with famous and fictional characters, as well as actual friends. (Then again, everybody's equally actual and fictional when they can all appear on your Top 8. Which is also an app!)
And because no inet offering is worth anything unless it comes with opportunities for validation, friends can change seating arrangements, organize private fetes and rate the dinner parties they attended. How fancy. These days, any plebe can play blue-blood. Who'd've guessed that Wonderland would be so ... democratic?
Rehab, the cats behind Gap's Sound of Color effort, just produced a series of videos for Kenneth Cole's most current campaign "We All Walk in Different Shoes," put together by Kenneth Cole's in-house creative crew.
As always with Kenneth Cole, the campaign exploits the language of fashion to raise awareness for popular social issues. (Or maybe it's the other way around.) At left is the creative for Regan Hofmann's HIV video. See other shorts -- including stories about a Sikh businessman and a duo of Israeli and Palestinian film directors -- at KennethCole.com/Thinkers.
And here's the campaign blog, Awearness, which generated winces all around with the all-caps tagline, "To be aware is more important than what you wear."
We dig Rehab's audio/visual spin on an old Kenneth Cole agenda. But we can't say we're crazy about using tacky puns like "Awearness" to generate trendy cause mojo.
To hock its wares, Virgin always aims for just left of left-field. Looking for a flight? Seek thee out the least enthusiastic of the bunch. Need a mortgage? Geriatric sex should get you off. Investment aid? A pyromaniac ballerina can help you with that.
Virgin Money's latest campaign is no exception. It takes a kooky idea and makes it totally logical in context.
According to Collective Intellect, which tracked brand lift for advertisers before and after the Academy Awards, Dove outdid 10 other major advertisers, elevating its position 500 percent with pre-show buzz.
Consistency, and refining an old model, were probably key. Dove rehashed last year's campaign strategy: appealing to audience members to produce and rate ads for its Cream Oil product. The winner was a woman named Celeste Wouden, whose spot lacks the slapstick, paging-Cartoon-Network! feel we've come to expect from UGC efforts. In fact, it looks like a stock Dove commercial (and for WAY less money).
Watch the ad at DoveCreamOil.com. Runners-up can be seen in the gallery.
Test your breath on an innocent bystander, courtesy of Scope and the fine people at Dentsu and Crush (Toronto). What have you got to lose? It won't be the last thing that attacks your ego today.
OK, OK, we'll cover it. Geez. Just because all everyone thinks we write about here are boobs and booty doesn't mean we're always going to cover the latest nudie film from Abercrombie & Fitch. But, since you beg, we aim to oblige so here it is in all it's NSFW glory.
We could comment on how it degrades human morality or how, conversely, it celebrates one of the most normal human states we know, nudity, but we're not going to burden you with endless pontification that would amount to nothing more than endless babble. Speaking of endless babble, have we reached our word count so this text will properly wrap around the ubiquitous (obligatory?) racy image we've included here for you?
In a surprise twist of social networking fate, AOL buys Bebo, which is like MySpace with a British accent, less garish colours and funnier videos.
Word is that Bebo will help AOL expand internationally -- and by "help" we mean Bebo's gonna expand internationally and AOL will point and go, "That's totally US!" This year Bebo plans to breach Spain, the Netherlands, Italy, Germany and France.
Meanwhilst, AOL itself continues to hemorrhage value. Supposedly it's going to shaft half its sales force. Also, ad exec Curt Viebranz just left, and Time Warner CEO Jeff Bewkes openly admitted they're whoring for an offer. Or in his words, "whatever configuration makes it the strongest and most valuable."
Here's a story about a nifty ING campaign promoting "your number," the dollar amount you want to save for retirement. In the associated spots, people walk, work or play while toting big orange numbers around. And they're playful. See how the older guy in the pic at left is checking out the younger guy's figure?
See "Nurture," which about how you work to take care of your number so it can take care of you. And this is "Intro," which explains what "your number" is about.
We're fans of ING, which tries making saving fun with feel-good promotions and bright colours. Also see Planet Orange, a financial learning center for kids, and check out ING's orange cafes.