Is there anything more boring than insurance? You need it but it's one of the most unsexy things in this world. OK, so it's not like it hasn't been done before but this latest ad for Trident Insurance hides nothing and doesn't apologize for anything when, for a full minute and a half, it foists upon us nothing more than a bunch of women in white bikinis jumping up and down while the camera focuses on their jiggling (in slow motion, of course) breasts.
That's it. That's all there is to this commercial. There's nothing else to write about it other than, perhaps, an analysis of bikini style, breast size or fake or not commentary. And since Adrants is a serious publication covering the advertising industry, not sex, you really don't want want to read about all that, right?
In what appears to be a last ditch effort to make itself a relevant brand and something even the most fashion-unconscious would ever consider buying, Levis has resorted to grade school humor with Unbutton Your Beast. And, yes, they do mean the trouser snake.
Created by EVP and LAIKA/house, a collection of trouser puppets offer up nastiness you can send to your friends. It's not Dick in a Box which at least had the decency to leave something to the imagination. Nope, Unbutton Your beast is very blatantly all about what's behind the zipper and how much it wants to come out and play.
Wait for it. Wait for it. Wait for it. Oh, there it is! This two minute video for Vizelia, a software company that prides itself on helping save energy, takes :90 seconds longer than it needs to deliver its punchline and make it's point; that money saved by using Vizelia can be allocated to less mundane aspects of office life.
While the future of advertising may look bleak and frustrating to some given the economy and the ever changing media landscape, one thing can be guaranteed. There will always be ass in commercials.
Wait, what? How was this missed? We might have some slapping around to do here at the Adrants offices for staff missing this one. I mean we are talking cheerleaders here.Cheerleaders, people! That's bread and butter around here.
OK, so Undercover Cheerleaders, a creation of production company Hungryman TV, has a squad of cheerleaders, Steph Pearson, Nikki Williams (who, hmm...lives quite close to the Adrants mansion), Ash Simms, and Jess Powers who apparently didn't make the Cowboy squad so they go on adventures instead.
There are several adventures so far. One is called Selling Shit in which the cheerleaders create crap and sell it to prove anything can be sold with proper marketing, i.e. hot girls in, like, cheerleader uniforms. Um, like, yea.
- So how do you promote a Philadelphia bar called Pub and Kitchen? You invent a mythical animal called Pabbit and make it your new logo. Red Tettemer created.
- Corbis has a new game out, The Modern Family Goes on Vacation, which combines matching images and taking a quiz.
- Like helping kids cross the street? Well then you'll love this game from Kwik-Fit Insurance. And there's lollipos too!
- Shawn Johnson's taco pops. Ooops, that could be messy. And wrong. Especially when it's a 16 year old girl saying it in an ad on national television while its twisted, in-the-know, creators laugh their asses off each time it airs.
- Second quarter spending fell 3.7 percent in Q2 2008 as compared to Q2 2007, the biggest drop since 2001.
- Wieden + Kennedy has dumped Starbucks citing client micromanagement as the reason. Client micromanagement? Nah, that never, EVAR happens.
If you're the low-brow cubicle perv we know you are, you probably already know about SFW Porn, where Paint-style animation camouflages visual vice.
Riffing off that style, Diesel promotes its 30th anniversary bash with "SFW XXX." That's not just a Roman numeral 30, it's a naughty '70s-style video that you can't quite be reprimanded for watching. (Bonus points if you tell onlookers this is an ad, which technically counts as research.)
See the pretty panda!
And if you're just that creepy, you might still get off, too. (Hope you haven't got your $30 Diesel skivvies on!)
Bravo to The Viral Factory. This idea -- or, well, appropriation -- may actually sell overpriced grass-stained denim, at least where one blogger's concerned.
So there's usually this explosive moment which culminates the inter-relationship between two people engaged in sexual relations which results in the expulsion of a certain contents that must find a home. For those who like to keep neat and clean, expelling that contents anywhere is feels like going just isn't acceptable.
However, according to this Belgian PSA for Sensoa, consuming the expelled contents, while a neat solution, may not be the best idea. Boondoggle created.
When it comes to educating the public about sex, nobody beats the French for racy content and entertainment value. But RFSU, the Swedish Association for Sexuality Education, comes pretty close.
Visit Shave the Pussy, a promotional "intimate care guide" for, uh, trimming Fiffi. Style you own, name it too (the one at left is called "KFC"), or just rate the designs of others. Get this: for entering a unique design, you could win your own barber set.
Fun times in the bathroom!
All that can be said about breasts, bras and bra advertising has been said. Does anyone really want to read about breasts, bras and bra advertising when they can simply look and enjoy without some ad dude trying to write idiotic double entendres that just fall flat and are indicative of some sort of freakish ailment? Of course not. That's why all you have to do to see the new Wonderbra ad starring Dita Von Teese is click here.
Oh, but you should know Dita has a Flickr page and a Wonderbra site.
Some chick sent us an email just dripping with faux indignation. It was all, "Have you seen this site? There hasn't been anything so demeaning to women in the history of the internet!" Don't be a tease, honey, just say it: DEAR ADRANTS, PLEASE WHORE ECKO MFG.
And boy is it worthy. The job ECKO MFG tries accomplishing, with almost cheesy earnestness, is stirring drama over Ecko's "SEXIST!!!" manufacturing practices: bikini-clad women stitching jeans together. It could be The Stepford Sweatshop -- if Connecticut were ruled by frat boys and not WASPs.