- An account supervisor at Lowe in Zurich has asked us to yank a recent post featuring a vampire whose fangs are made of OB tampons. It's unapproved client work. (That means it's not running anywhere and, he says, it never will.) I guess this means God does exist.
- Quite possibly the most amazing brownies ever.
- Wisconsin rebrands. We're still not going.
- Coke Zero's The Morning After (always a promising title).
- George Parker says sorry for using one of his favourite pet names on Susan Bratton, but manages to get some pokes in about an interview she did with Julie Roehm. You remember her, right? No? Probably best.
- Obama's face for Turkish bank.
For a company like Carl's Jr. to say "Eat Responsibly" is a joke. Oh wait, it's supposed to be a joke or at least we hope it is because they've been hyping their fat-filled, artery clogging burgers for years.
It was one thing to watch a hot socialite seductively eat a burger while making love to a Bentley. It's an entirely different - and a bit disconcerting - to watch a doctor scarf down a Kentucky Bourbon burger between surgeries.
- White paper in comic book form.
- Meg Whitman for CA gov.
- Two sides of Arnold -- the disgruntled and the loyalists -- come to blows.
- Neo-conservatism's golden child.
- Barbie's birthday Beetle.
- Ugh, dude. Only in Iowa.
- "If they did do it, you'd expect them to be flaunting it. Unless there's no one left in the fucking building to do it!"
Rising (falling?) YouTube starlet Jill Hanner wonders what ever happened to those beer ads where the beer was decided on how hot the girl was? It's a good question. Where have the Coors Twins gone? The Miller Lite Catfight girls? The St. Pauli Girl? Oh wait, she's still around.
But, seriously, it's like brewers pulled out and took a vow of abstinence or something. When was the last time beers and babes were in the same frame? Maybe it's a good thing since studies keep saying sex doesn't sell. And damn, a troll through the Adrants archives reveals we've trashed the tactic as well.
Or maybe it's just the normal course of things. After all, everyone needs a bit of a break between bouts.
- Flashback to Madonna's banned Like a Prayer ad for Pepsi.
- Wolff Olins brings minimalist flickr magic -- and a forum for inquiry -- to "scientific" cosmetic brand Living Proof.
- Tracking (corporate accounts on) Twitter.
- The Guardian makes good observations about Twitter (scroll down to the bulletpoints).
- Ogilvy-branded solutions to a recession. Take that hype with a few spoonfuls of salt. Hat tip to our favourite mad man.
- JWT launches a blog called Anxiety Index.
- ScapeNation: another tween-targeting web destination, brought to you by Red Tettemer.
- The Obama Administration's recovery.gov logo kinda reminds us of...
- MoMA shoots for socially-minded redesign. (It should probably start here, though.)
- Google's Eric Schmidt's a Twitter-hater. Well, maybe "hater" is too strong a word.
- For once, an instance where extreme prejudice may improve your online quality of life. (Via that one guy whose site's all covered in Skittles.)
- Hella happy over drillwork.
- Starbucks value meals? Seriously? Sell your stock. Now. Because a licensing partnership with Hello Kitty is just around the corner.
In the continuing saga of Carlos Mandelbaum and his insightful take on the state of marketing today, his latest outing examines the fantasy life of corporate managers. Mandelbaum ponders the penchant of corporate managers to fantasize they are warriors or mystics or...students getting all philosophical and intellectual by enjoying mind-expanding lectures by really cool professors...like the dude that did those weird UPS whiteboard ads.
- Somebody just sent us a link to KillaBanker.com, a little CafePress store where you can buy knee-jerk reactions to economic despair.
- Hanzi Smatter, a site "dedicated to the misuse of Chinese characters in Western culture," is hilarious. See awkward interpretation of tattoo on a model featured in AussieBum's Commando ad.
- Kellogg's brand rep suffers following Phelps fallout.
- What ho, a Dairy Queen blog.
- More jibjab over Arnell/Tropicana.
At left is the decidedly safe top corner of "Flesh For Fantasy (Girl #5)", an art print with an anatomical surprise smack-dab in the middle. See the whole thing here (N!S!F!W!).
It's part of an exhibit called Talk Dirty to Me, which is composed of pieces depicting sexual language and/or imagery.
This Hearts on Fire covered news of the exhibit in a manner neither lewd nor naughty, although you've still got the issue of a vagina staring flagrantly back at readers. Glam Media, which sells ad space on the site, didn't take to it and requested that the blog remove the image for the sake of "family brand" advertisers whose names may be sullied by appearing alongside it.
But hell, being in the industry he's in (ours), the author decided that in lieu of taking it down he'd post his entire email exchange with Glam instead. You can see that here, along with another arty sex shot and two more digital copies of the offending lips, just for the hell of it.
Way to stick it to the (ad) man, you stalwart blogger you.
On Super Bowl Sunday Hyundai launched "Angry Bosses," an ad that depicted corpos all over the world angrily shouting Hyundai! in various states of aneurysm-inducing rage.
At the end, a calm voiceover goes, "Win one little award, and suddenly everyone gets your name right. It's 'Hyundai', like 'Sunday'."
Never mind the screamers in the video. That last line, "It's 'Hyundai', like 'Sunday'," has incited the righteous indignation of at least one man, "Bernard in CT," who believes the idea of rhyming "Hyundai" with days of the week was his idea.
And damnit, he deserves the cred for it.
Letter and ad below.