- Dollplay for Dollhouse, ARG-style.
- Sprint's YouTube-tastic human clock. (Saucy.)
- Calling all yelpers. No, not the hipster elitist resto-reviewers.
- Yahoo Sideline is an app that lets you keep track of Twitter searches you make often, updates them in real-time, and lets you skim them in tandem. Think TweetDeck for the buzz-thirsty. (More thoughts at Mashable.)
Who needs Disney when you've got the California Milk Processor Board? Watch with conviction renewed how two princes-to-be win royal mates.
Hmm. So U.K retailer Marks & Spencer runs an ad to apologize for charging more for its larger sized bras because, well, they have more fabric and they cost more to make but they run the ad with the headline, "We boobed," as if equating boobs to a mistake.
So, Marks & Spencer, are you saying breasts - of any size - are a mistake? Hmm. Not a very nice thing to say when you make your money holding up half the world's chests.
Oy. When will we stop the prejudicial hateraid parade towards any woman with more than a mere ant hill on her chest?
It's live paintball, everybody, brought to you by a handful of creatives: Brigham White, Richard Fleming, Aaron Mcguire and Taran Chadha, who lives in Boulder -- the rock under the shadow of CP+B.
From The Denver Egotist:
"At ShootTheBanker.com, angry humans queue up behind other angry humans (much like the line at the post office) for their chance to aim and fire a paintball gun at a live actor playing the role of "banker" on a faux stage. All while he fires his best shit-talk back at you. Before you go postal for real, give this thing a whirl. Ah, America."
The car salesman-cum-lounge-singer is the personification of class.
Once you're all classed-out, logic follows that you'll compulsively go, "Shit, I'm getting an Audi Q5."
Sainsbury's takes responsibility for every awesome thing that's ever happened to us in its latest ad, "140," a tribute to how long it's been around.
An example of its modest achievements include:
- Making good food affordable to all
- Hiring women before the men were ready
- Incorporating green thinking into packaging
- Making reusable bags sexy
Don't get us wrong, though. That piano melody and the overall Hovis-y vibe? Very charming. By Abbott Mead Vickers BBDO.
Sainsbury's '140 ad' by Abbott Mead Vickers BBDO
Nicole Kidman revisits her Moulin Rouge days in a Schweppes ad where both innocence (personified by a smiling Indian girl) and sexuality (personified by a beguiled house-hubby) vie for her attention.
Ultimately, the fizzy water wins.
Whatever, man. The piece fell into our laps via @tamega, and marks an odd departure from Schweppes' previous focus points: sophisticated cowboys and gluttons for Commander Whitehead.
Diggin' this surreal and totally retro spot for Matthew Williamson's H&M line, which Jeremy Dante was kind enough to throw into our periphery.
It's mod, loungey and aesthetic. Focus on the clothes while your eyes feast on imagery that feeds off '80s decadence (the supermodel heyday), the nouvelle vague, The Shining (--unsettling triplets!), and possibly Puppet Master. (Seriously. That little puppet woman was creepy creepy.)
What's neat is that the ad traverses the tightrope of kitsch without falling over. There's this ridic Prince-meets-Thriller moment where Williamson rises out of the earth, like a self-righteous vampire king, and wins the fawning attention of all the defecting change-seeking femmes. (Compelling. Is it possible Williamson's a Russian military vet?)
The ambient music, We Need a Change, was composed exclusively for the spot by Malcolm Pardon and Fredrik Rinman with lyricist Johan Renck.
- Magnetic poetry a la Twitter.
- TV ads buoy Hulu.
- Mobile e-commerce barcode thing.
- Plugging value matters. Especially now.
- Thanks to a simple enough idea floated by this guy right here, El Pollo Loco decides to accept the KFC-Oprah coupon. (Okay, only on Mother's day. Still: coup, baby, COUP!)
OLSON finally debuts some work since winning the Country Inns & Suites account in late 2008: "I love this Country," a tame, feebly funny campaign that'll appeal to wilting Lifetime TV lovers.