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Teen Pregnancy Prevention, the parents you didn't know you had, is slathering bus shelters and other minors-enhanced public places with an ad featuring a cell phone wrapped in a condom.
Text on the decidedly antiquated handheld reads, "Please practice safe text." Heh. See what they did there? Clever.
The objective is to discourage teens from sexting -- sending nude pictures to each other via mobile -- which can actually result in a child pornography charge.
There's something spicy for the resume. But the ad, which does admonish teens to think about their reputations, actually has deeper motivations: keeping teens from getting pregnant.
Few people are willing to turn a cupcake down; the very word makes us hungry. Knowing we could all use something extra to smile about, Little Debbie's taking one million brand-spankin'-new cupcakes to the streets.
The Little Debbie Share-A-Thon is fortified by an armada of shiny brown Smart cars, laced with the cupcakes' curly ribbon. Chase one down for a free sugar rush. (Or just wait for one to stop.)
Giveaway kicks off on October 18th, National Chocolate Cupcake Day. There's also a sweepstakes where you can actually win one of the shiny new cupcakey Smart Cars. (Watch out for chasers, though. You're gonna get chasers.)
Social media links and the feel-good, slightly quirky TV spots appear below the drop. They speak to the youthful, pursuit-of-happiness quality simmering just under the surface of tired overworked growed-ups. For a second, we actually missed trans fats. HIGH FIVE, Luckie & Co.!
Is it just us or was it a really, really poor choice for Crest to hook up with Ryan Seacrest to pimp its new Crest Extra-White plus Scope Outlast? In two new commercials, Secreast uses the product and ends up attracting throngs of hotties like an Axe commercial. The dude just doesn't strike us as a lady's man. Don't know what it is but this isn't working for us.
Oh wait. Crest. Seacrest. Yea, that was too easy to pass up.
OK then. What's Advertising Week without the Pièce de résistance of advertising? Nothing. So it's our duty on this fine sunny (at least in New York) Monday to present yet another sex-laced advertising campaign. This one's from Barcelona-based Suigeneris for La Condoneria. Yea, it's a condom store and the campaign's called Rub-It. Yea, you read that right. Rub it. Which kinda makes sense for a condom campaign, right? After all, that's what you do after you put one on.
Love in the Dumps has the unlikely, and possibly masochistic, ambition of becoming the non-dating site of dating sites. The homepage makes a show of highlighting everything we hate about romantic relations: a section titled Date Dispatch headlines a manifesto on white guys that date Asian girls, Pop Goes the Culture reviews "Hud" 46 years late, and Featured Impersonals showcase various users by antidepressent stats, among other things.
We like the Dr. Damage and Bitch Whispers sections best.
AAAAANYwho, to promote the site, a series of videos are hitting YouTube under the cheerful premise relationship retard. Witness a bunch of for-the-most-part dateable people proclaim, with glee, all the ways in which they'll ruin your life after a couple of months' nesting-time. One will smash you with sarcasm; another vows he'll probably leave you for the neighbour.
If only you could gauge that stuff beforehand. But, given that you can't, might as well admit that you, too, are prone to some retarded relationship shit.
- Allan Gray graciously exploits the late James Dean.
- Denmark pulls tourism vid that (apparently?) depicts it as slutty.
- Vanksen's second annual Viral Film Festival is now accepting entries. Dust off your amateur vid brainchild, that tops short film you did, or an audiovisual tale whose launch got shafted, and turn it in before October 23rd. The Festival goes down in Paris on November 26th.
- GOOG to open DoubleClick ad exchange to AdWords and AdSense customers.
- Second Life sued by sex toy guy for sex toy knock-offs. Yeah. Virtual ones. We have no idea.
Fresh out of Singapore, and under the catchy slogan "Safe no matter what you make," Play-Doh's launched a series of magazine ads that depict weapons of suburban destruction made out of the claylike substance.
We like it, but only because we've relinquished all ties to the Kingdom of Heaven. On the serious though, the ads are running in at least one alt weekly rag that caters to free-thinking cafe-goers that are okay with this kind of humor without necessarily being god-awful parents.
See variants below the drop.
Milk's seen a fine trajectory: from nondescript white cereal enhancer to mustache marks on famous faces.
Ladies and gents, we have come a long way from the Dixie Chick days. In partnership with X-Men Origins, Wolverine's whipping out his indestructible talons for the Body By Milk campaign.
HBO follows up on the ridiculously-lauded Voyeur campaign with Imagine.
Visually, it's a storytelling mashup of the social cloud and the Mac Cube: a series of stories are told from different perspectives, and you'll need to see all four sides of each to get a complete picture of what's going on.
Production quality is, as always, Home Box Office-caliber. The first one we saw was Art Heist, and it sucked us into its drama-ridden tentacles with a quickness -- once we got the damn site to load. (Small price to pay for good ol'-fashioned passive entertainment.)
Also, doesn't seem to work on Firefox. Fix, somebody, fix!
OK so for all you hipsters...no wait...emo...no wait...hmm...losers with nothing to do but screw around in the trashy side of town, these new Holland and Belgium-based Levi's commercials are for you. Can't you see yourself in them? trying really, really hard to be ever so hip and cool while jumping in mud puddles and throwing chairs buildings and otherwise kicking the shit out of everything around you like a bored eight year old?
Are we supposed to feel sorry for your lame-ass life? Actually care you think what you're doing somehow makes you today's version of James Dean? That you somehow don't think you look like a slob and should really be reading GQ rather than moping around like a self-absorbed little brat?