For the American Red Cross Bay Area, Hal Riney launched a campaign called "What Do We Have to Do to Get Your Attention?"
One interesting effort was a set of shaking bus shelter ads. But the show-stopper was Supercrack, which isn't nearly as exciting as it sounds: a huge artificial crack down the middle of Union Square in San Francisco.
In an ideal world, the initiative sparked a burning desire in Bay Area denizens to prepare for a major earthquake, which could come at any time.
Unfortunately, if you've lived in the Bay Area most of your life like half of Adrants has, you're used to the occasional earthquake. And you're probably not going to shove off to the nearest Target and stock up on rations.
Hot off his last eye-popper, Kanye's making yet another political statement with the art on his third album, Graduation.
Created by Murakami (best known for his cavity-sweet Louis Vuitton line), the cover features Kanye's mascot flying fast in a pair of legendary McFlys. For a pair of shoes that never actually existed in the mainstream, the McFlys are making a runaway comeback like nobody's business - activists and all.
A glance over the comments section of Rumors Daily betrays mixed feelings about the album art. Generally speaking, we love Kanye and the McFlys. But others, like Malik, call this a "horrible drawing" that makes the beloved shoes look like "some K Swiss shit."
Not to hate on Murakami or Kanye, but they kind of do.
Greenpeace has launched a new pro-wind power campaign aimed at Cape Cod NIMBY's and other opponents to the Cape Wind project which aims to build wind turbines off the shore in Nantucket Sound off the shore of Cape Cod. Apparently, 80 percent of Massachusetts resident (likely all those living inland where the turbines will not be visible) favor the construction of the wind farm but Massachusetts Representative William Delahunt and Senator Edward Kennedy oppose the project.
The $40,000 campaign, which counters a recent anti-Cape Wind radio campaign, breaks this week for two weeks and then the week of September 10
See those ultra-luxe Camel No. 9's at left? Pretty, right? Well, Democrat Lois Capps of California wants you to know they're dressed to kill. And not in the sexy way.
The CA representative is the leader of a group that wants to get ladymag publishers to stop pushing these and other smoking ads. But editors have expressed apathy toward the campaign, with only 3 out of 11 responding to Capps' demand:
Vogue editor Florio says screw you, pass restrictions through Congress. Glamour states simply that while smoking is discouraged in its articles, smoking ads remain legal. And W, the Switzerland in all this, says it wouldn't mind engaging in a 'constructive dialogue' about the issue. (Maybe they just don't want to hurt her feelings.)
Capps screams "hypocrisy!" and marches on.
In a way, it's the job of a PSA to cut through all the glitzy ad noise and deliver a more crucial message - one that protects families from abuse, unprotected sex or drugs, for example.
But on their noble mission to maintain the status quo, sometimes an overzealous PSA can just scare the shit out of some of us, and completely confuse everyone else.
This musical meth ad first appeared over 10 years ago (we're guessing). We were terrified of it as kids. (Consider the nightmarish effects Requiem for a Dream might have had on impressionable teenagers, then compress it into a :30 spot.)
The ad came up in conversation yesterday with our landlord, who was in the middle of a cleaning spree. He remembered the ad immediately - then, perplexed, said, "It was about meth? You mean the drug?"
"Uh, yeah," we answered, to which he exclaimed, "Oh my god! All this time I thought it was about a cleaning agent."
He somberly added, "The commercial didn't really make me want to buy it, though."
We haven't covered much on PETA lately but JWT Kuwait just sent us some work they did for the animal-lovers. A couple of variations are here and here.
The process of segmenting human flesh for the manufacturing of goods is all very Holocaust. But then again, this isn't the first time they've put people on the meat slab to make a point. Guess it's okay if you're vego.
Just as the Obama Girl professed her love for Barak Obama and the Giuliani Girls defended Rudy against Obama Girl's posses in a street fight, the Romney Girls, other wise known as the the very beautiful Barbadoro Triplets (Cynthia, Caroline and Christine), are out with a Barely Political-created Obama Girl attack ad on behalf of Mitt Romney that ends with a not so subtle jab at polygamy, which, of course, is totally in style now with the success of HBO's Big Love.
A song by the Barbadoro Girls - who are from New Jersey and do actually write and sing - will follow in a month or two along with a video. Bostonians, watch your sidewalks for the next Obama Girl Throw down.
Jeremy over at Pop-PR sent us a link to this alleged PSA, which takes place at Raphael De La Ghetto High School, where very scary things happen. (Really. It was like a lower-budget version of Pink Floyd's "The Wall.")
The purpose of the crunked-out video is to encourage disenfranchised youth to "read a mothafuckin' book!" Users are also led to Not a Rapper, the official website of Bomani D'Mite Armah, "the poet with a hip-hop style."
There are other important messages proffered by the PSA, including "Your body needs water, so drink that shit!" and "Brush your teeth, brush your teeth, brush your goddamn teeth!"
Word on the street is the video aired on BET and appeared on VH1's Best Week Ever. We sat through the whole thing for posterity's sake and, afterward, did indeed feel violently inclined to pick up a mothafuckin' book. Whether it so triggered the street hoods is another question.
With war such a salient topic of late, it was only a matter of time before we started getting throwbacks from the '40s.
Owen over at Sinless just sent us the Aug 6th Hiroshima Ginsberg De-Classified Nuclear Test Film, a 12-minute visual assault on what was happening in Hiroshima in 1945, roughly during this time of year.
The video includes a reading of Allen Ginsberg's poem "Plutonian Ode." If that sounds like it'll add some nuance to your day (it definitely added sparkle to ours), by all means, watch. If enough people get all riled-up, maybe we can storm the Capitol together, say around 6?
Here's an opportunity to undo all the ickiness generated by that godforsaken All You Need is Luvs campaign. Brickfish is conducting a call for entries by people seeking to belt out a tune about the war. Some of the stuff is all right if not overproduced, but hey, maybe that's the fruit of UGC.
The logo is a little confusing. Songs from the heart or songs from the war? In our case, maybe it's the same thing.
Three lucky winners get $500 and potentially a diaper campaign cameo via Saatchi and Saatchi. Just kidding. Maybe.