"Claudio from Thailand" sent us this online video for QUALCOMM, which pulls the curtain back on its R&D department for your eyes only. Turns out the guys back there are a lot like Napoleon Dynamite, except with more of a preference for hybrid shark fowl than cross-bred felines.
Then there was that whole crockett eagle tangent, and we just didn't know what to do with that.
With help from Vincenzo Castrogiovanni of The Viral Factory, Accor's Suitehotel orchestrated The Suite Jump Games -- the largest international bed-jumping contest ever held.
The Suite Jump Games launched on April 4th at the Stade de France near Paris. Five villages were arranged in front of the stadium and equipped with beds for anyone achin' to do some mattress-leaping. (At the time, a rugby match was taking place between Stade Francais and Clermont-Ferrand, so 80,000 spectators were on-hand to both watch the festivities and potentially convert into bed-jumping contest entrants.)
This is the kind of thing that gives us chills, even if we cracked our heads open as kids while engaged in this specific activity. (12 stitches! But for the joy of the jump, possibly worth it.)
Why tote a friendship bracelet when you can upload pictures of your friends, make promises and broadcast them to the world, all on Downy's tab?
The "Feel more" fabric softener is on the prowl for pledges. Think Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants or, if you're old-school like that, Baby-Sitters Club chain letters. When you enter your pledge to a far-off friend (complete with photo and touchy-feely headline), you're automatically entered to win The Ultimate Reunion Trip. Just pray it's not in Missouri.
There's a hot new energy drink on the block. It's called Guru, and it boasts clean energy for dirty minds.
We don't know about all that, but the spot's a solipsistic mashup between The Real World circa 1995 and Girls Gone Wild, shortly after Mean Girls gave it brand equity with the under-13 crowd. All it needed, really, was an LFO song -- and possibly a bored American Apparel photographer looking for an extracurricular portfolio opp.
Lovin' the random incorporation of product -- as if those saucy co-eds really are running on Guru as opposed to, say, poorly-mixed drinks and hot Chee-tos.
Derivative treacle, brought to you by Virtue Worldwide. (Oh yeah, and Kanye's a fan,* if that means anything to you.)
AT&T makes a deposit into karmic collections in this collaboration with TOMS Shoes, a cause-based shoe firm that gives one pair of shoes to a child in need every time you -- yes, you! -- buy a pair.
The spot features Blake Mycoskie, and the format's familiar: he's the TOMS founder, a character of apparent integrity, talking in somber, stilting tones about his company's cause while hugging children and citing the need for dependable network coverage.
In the event you thought you could go one day in ad land without a cheap pun, we're gonna help stop that ludicrous idea right now. Because you know you're gonna scroll down and watch Gene Simmons -- aka Dr. Love -- try his hand at being Dr. Pepper's new spokeslackey.
"Drink it Smooth" (with a KISS of cherry!) starts out slightly less watchable than "Drink it Slow" featuring Dr. J. But it manages to save itself when the over-the-hill rock star gets schooled by his son, a perfect specimen of apathetic offspring in the bloom of youth.
That's right, in this ad and this ad only you get two Simmons for the price of one! Plus, we never get bored watching people get told off by their kids. It's the American way.
Work by Deutsch/LA.
Although to be fair, this time it was challenged. In southern California, Audi's got a series of billboards out that read, "Your move, BMW." (That's smooth chess talk for "eat my dust, bitch.")
In response, Juggernaut Advertising released some BMW M3 imagery under the headline "Checkmate." Outdoor ad space was purchased in the foreground of Audi's billboards, so at certain angles you can see both challenge and response. See them as they ought to be seen: while driving westbound on Santa Monica Blvd, perched on Beverly Glen in West LA.
Two years ago, BMW backed Jaguar into a corner with a similar submit-to-me! adtitude. It went out shortly after this series of ads, where a string of car brands dropped subtle euphemistic turds all over each other.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Okay. Just imagine for a sec that 24 were -- work with us here -- a French New Wave film.
Beautifully-coiffed, but crucially helpless, blonde in bath towel: Millions of people are going to die ... and we only have 24 hours to save them!
Blase half-dressed hubby: Yeah, but, oh, it's Saturday. Then he lifts a copy of The Stranger back up to his face and adds, 24 hours is tons of time. I could do save them in two.
The lady over-protests, as women are wont to do, so he gets all existentialist on her ass: Aren't we all going to die eventually?
Outfitted with Brigitte Bardot knockoffs, abstract antiheroes and -- in the instances of 8 Kilometres -- a painfully mod '60s style battle of linguists, Stella Artois re-imagines three contemporary action flicks in the style of old-school French cinema. The videos are best seen with the stunna shades off, a glass of vermouth, and an extra-long unfiltered cigarette, held in that special way.
@emmanuelvivier of Buzz Paradise drew our glances to the first-ever Sprint ad to feature the delectable Palm Pre.
Yeah, we know how you feel about iPhone killers (death of the Storm, anyone?) but after seeing the Pre demo at CES we're feeling optimistic about it.
Look ironic, stingy and unprofessional -- all at the same time!
Just shuffle one of Coffee Company's slidevertisements into your next PPT. It won't be soon forgotten -- and you'll be especially salient next time Le Patron does the Pink Slip Reckoning Dance.
Work by THEY/Amsterdam.