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.
On behalf of the UK Home Office, John Luke Roberts wanders city streets in broad daylight, trying to get people to do things they only do drunk and in the safety of darkness: piss in the street, spew vom over friends, dive into vehicles with strange men and abuse strange girls with traffic cones.
For the most part he fails, but that doesn't stop him from doing it all himself.
Roberts' shenanigans look nothing short of insane, but only because we don't have the Lush Googles on. After the guy belts out a war cry and shoves a trash bin through a store window, we're graced with a simple enough tagline: "If you wouldn't do it sober...", tying it to last year's effort, similarly (though less ambiguously) titled "You Wouldn't Do It Sober."
Harrowing shit, seeded by Team Rubber.
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.
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.
@dabitch and @leighhouse graced our morningtime desks with this rabbit rubbish bin. The bins are designer Paul Smith's contribution to Super Contemporary, an exhibit that launched at London's Design Museum this week.
The "New London Rubbish Bins" will solicit garbage over the next four months at Covent Garden and Holland Park. Ears light up when you toss a little something-something into their sacks.
More photos at High Snobiety.
Good way to bring design character to a city and reward constructive community behaviour. Here's hoping no malevolent clothes irons appear over the horizon.
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.
- The Big Money conspiracy theorizes around GM's post-bankruptcy ad.
- Self-affirming Facebook poetry. Face it though, no pun intended: if you're among the 50% of users spending over 20 minutes on average per day distributing pokes and Liking other people's surveys, you require no sagacious back-patting. You're all up in a self-made echo chamber, untouchable by prickly realities and ugly strangers.
- iPhone Apps need to be buttressed by other forms of marketing. Also, they need to be useful. Seriously though, did you need AdAge to tell you that? (Say it with us: "Nooooo.")
- 3D pop-up book music video. Can't imagine it? Just watch.
- "We really felt like the ability to create human beings, to give them a soul, if you will, was really exciting," says an EA rep about The Sims 3. See the encapsulation of that vision.
- Pop online SMB philosophy.