There's something about stop-motion vegetable videos that: 1) soothes us, and 2) convinces us anything the associated brand says is true, including the oft-repeated lie that the food involved is fresh.
Not that we're in any position to judge the freshness claim tied to Qdoba's handmade burritos, which we've never tried and which actually look appetizing, actually. Would be nice to sink our jaws into some cheesy beans and warm tortilla right now.
Work by Amalgamated, best remembered by us for its final-frontiersy attitude toward bodily fluid's true colours.
This shit's over-the-top, but we got one or two dry giggles out of it.
It's embarrassing enough to get called out for mumbling your porno mag of choice to an old Asian cashier with no sense of empathy, but then your high school crush shows up -- and the cashier starts offering you self-pleasure freebies, too?
Things only worsen from there, Judd Apatow-style. Think hostage situation, daytime TV, publicly humiliated mother, the whole nine: in other words, a morality tale parents tell their starch-collar boys when they're young, to keep them from wanting to touch their wees.
John Shuttleworth appears in this BMB-created ad for Yorkshire Tea, just pompous enough to nicely serve up the ad's two themes: tea and Yorkshire, whose inhabitants are "a joyless lot," says Sell Sell.
Here's a clever little campaign for Dank! Second Hand Furniture. Each print zeroes in on a piece of furniture; whatever defect mars it visually also mars the ostentatious price that made the item unattainable.
Also see Table and Chair. By the clever visual acrobats at DDB&Co./Istanbul; via.
This print effort for Gain could probably have done with better execution. I had to read the tagline -- "It smells that good" -- and even then I had to look hard. And it was like, "Oh, it would appear that there's a person stuck to that other person."
But it isn't immediately clear that they're trapped there because they're smelling, and not because, oh, they got sat on and taken-with when their host got up again.
Variants include Gallery and Airport. Work by Leo Burnett/Toronto.
BreatheRight keeps you snoozing soundly without leaving the auditory evidence in your wake, promises CBGrey/Paris in "Theatre."
In the piece, a man snoozes quietly in a packed audience. Meanwhile, onstage, some melodramatic Vagina Monologues-meets-beat-poet stuff folds brains into various shapes of comatose.
Nice that Napping Ned is considerate, but that's gotta be one hell of an expensive siesta.
Here's a cute little Audi Q5 spot called "Bicycle." It's shot from the perspective of a bike-rider exploring the city on a beautiful day; later, you discover it's not the bike doing the work but a teeny little Audi, upon whose roof the bike is resting.
"Agility that conquers the city," the tagline reads.
Trendy and chic material brought to us by Ogilvy & Mather/Tokyo. Guess it would be too much to ask for the car to do wheelies, or leap off little wooden ramps resting on barrels, but it's cool that it goes down public stairs and invades pedestrian walkways and whatnot.
...when you've got a bra that turns your mammaries into superclamps? And consider this: if women had more paws for shopping bags, they'd probably be a lot less depressed. For the next eight minutes, anyway.
Just another support-illustrating gem by Wonderbra (via y via).
Previous efforts to break the mold with basoomas have included the glass-breaking bus shelter ad, the extra caution line at metros, and the, uh, "we hold big boulders" approach.
Ever walk into a store and buy something you'd rather no one see you buy? And then your prom date shows up? And the store clerk has to shout to the other store clerk at the top of her lungs about what you're buying? And then some freak exacerbates the issue? And then the store gets held up? And then you're on the news?
Thank God for the internet no one is at risk of going through this scenario any more. Which begs the question. What was Bud Light thinking when they made this ad? Are these things still sold in convenience stores? And why would anyone risk embarrassment when they can obtain an endless supply of the stuff in the privacy of their own home?
Longtime coach Barry Switzer invades the locker room of the St. Anne's Ladies Lacrosse team, which is more interested in campfires than in kicking some padded ass. Fast discouraged by the ladies' refusal to be pep-talked (which is something we practice in the mirror every morning while primping), he wanders off on a quest for a donut.