Yesterday, in a Digitas-run session called "Cage Fighting Comes to Cannes," Common explained what his brand is and how he gauges the value of sponsorship opps.
How do you get a respected artist to plug your product? The secret is profound and earth shattering.
The anti-Cannes organization, Wrath of Cannes, will host its fourth annual event tomorrow night at Kabin on 92 2nd Avenue (between 5th and 6th) beginning at 7PM.
They didn't make it to Cannes but their T-shirts did and were worn by various ad peeps including, we think, Ask Wappling from Adland. At least it looks like her.
Be sure to Follow our Adrants Correspondent Angela Natividad on Twitter. She's live tweeting a storm from the South of France. Briefly, Grey gets gold for Branded content for Canon. Abbott Mead Viuckers BBDO gets gold for best use of online advertising. Heimat Berlin Beyond Borders for Cannes International gets gold for ambient media.
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Yesterday at Cannes Lions, Chelsi and I had the curious experience of meeting @DavidonDemand.
Here's the story: David Perez, a creative recruiter over at Leo Burnett Chicago, really wanted to come to Cannes. In its infinite kindness, LB found a practical reason to send him: he could promote Wildfire, the agency's self-conscious celebration of spontaneity in the art and craft of modern marketing.
So for the next seven days, this poor sod is strapped to a live feed. His job: to do everything Twitter tells him to do.
The similarities are remarkable. Then again, How many different ways can you tell Forrest Gump's story in one minute? Once again we have charges of plagiarism and this times it's tied to Cannes.
Nokia hosted a video competition and first prize was a trip to Cannes. Well, the creator of the winning video, Jemma Lyon, is in Cannes but she's being pummeled by members of web community b3ta. One of the original film's creators wrote, "Someone's sent me an entry to a Nokia filmmaking competition that's literally a shot for shot, line for line, idea for idea remake of it, this has been the first I've heard of it. I wouldn't mind except the person who entered it has won a "Critics Choice" award out of this rehash, including a FUCKING TRIP TO CANNES."
A breakdown of the Grand Prix winners announced last night in the categories of Direct, Promo and Activation. Click on the category to see the full list of Gold, Silver and Bronze winners.
Direct: Orcon Broadband, "Orcon + Iggy Pop," Special Group Auckland. Users were invited to create video auditions, then post them on a dedicated Orcon site, for the chance to play live with Iggy Pop.
Here's one of the winning auditions (8 band members were chosen in total).
It's with pleasure today that I discovered I lied in my last piece - that depressing waiting room-looking area isn't the only spot for screening ads in Cannes this week. A real-life theatre in Level 1 of the Festival screened a bunch of body care ads this afternoon.
I'm gonna spare you more starry-eyed harping about how OLD SPICE BRINGS JOY TO ALL THE UNIVERSE. Here's other stuff that stuck out, and at the end, a reflection on Axe.
Here's the first few shortlists that have emerged from the Cannes 57th Annual International Advertising Festival:
Promotional and Activation
This is what I know about Cannes:
- It is humid, but not always sunny; often it rains in torrents, and street vendors make a nice profit selling umbrellas to unprepared visitors outside the Palais des Festivals. Be smarter than your deluded sun-thirsty colleagues: pack a spring coat and your own parapluie.
- For wifi that doesn't cost 20 euros a night, you go to a flea-bitten hotel on a side street, not a Croisette institution. I quite like Hotel Athenee, which is cheap (that's our style) and also 5 minutes walking distance from the Palais. Basic amenities are lost, but dude, we're talking about free wifi.
- If you are here for a conference, don't bother packing a swimsuit. You'll be too tired from long nights drinking to want much sun play, and anyway, private companies rent the nice parts of the beach so important people can feel thus at your expense.
It isn't what it used to be, but there's something about Cannes that still excites. It's a place apart, where you're plunged willy-nilly into a life that doesn't belong to you for an inordinate amount of time. For that reason, alighting on it yearly feels a bit like coming home, and the expectation that rises inside is a welcome feeling.
I arrived around 1 in the morning, following a long train delay in Paris thanks mostly to a workers strike. (This is normal.) Because it's a small town, I walked to my hotel: 6 minutes from the train station. This is a convenient city once you know it, and despite the constant barrage of tourists and entitled conference folk, it doesn't change much.
I am staying in a place that lacks sex appeal but has free secured wifi and is clean. The window has an excellent view of Curves, an American weight-loss chain that caters primarily to working women.
It's funny how the sight of something you haven't seen in a long time takes you elsewhere: Curves, an unlikely nostalgic device, brings me back to Oakland's business district, where I contemplated registering on my lunch breaks until a friend told me I'd be joining "fat camp for deluded feminists." I didn't think about it again.
But you're not here for reminiscences of lost fitness aspirations; you're here to read about the Lions. That's cool, let's get down to business.