Damn you, AdFreak. We were all ready to get busy with work this morning and you go and point us to a new Renault commercial which, as well as having hotties in bikinis riding bikes, contains the theme song from the movie Never Ending Story, a movie we love and whose contagious music we can never get out of our head once we hear it. We might as well just throw in the keyboard, call it a day, go rent the movie and watch it over and over again for the rest of the day. Yes, we know, the movie and the song are totally bubble gum kid stuff but we loved them then and we love them now.
Every once in a while, a commercial comes along that is so odd and so different that the only response is a very loud WTF. Somehow aligning AIDS with a VooDoo doll, this AIDS Awareness commercial or Concept Initiative from Flea Global is supposed to urge the use of a concept. Now, we're not dumb. We get the concept. It's just, well, a weird way to make a point.
Now here's a commercial that comically, insightfully and unabashedly celebrates the differences between men and women acknowledging there is, most assuredly, a continual battle of the sexes between two that rarely calls a truce. Though in the case of this Globe and Mail commercial, the publisher would like to think that at least on Sunday, men and women would call a a truce long enough to read the Sunday paper. Thanks, Fresh Creation.
The London 2012 Olympic logo having pulled a Pokemon on us, Phil Hatten Design decided we could all use a little Wolff O'Branding. So they decided to re-brand, re-undesign and re-spell the Union Jack as the Unionjack (at left).
True to Wolff Olins' branding manifesto of "frenetic, contemporary and stretchy (which they call 'dynamic, modern and flexible')" design, Hatten lamented he was only able to work the word "branding" in twice.
In the forward-looking spirit of 2012, the final result looks like some hacked-together early 90s concept logo for a shoe that lights up on impact. The only thing we need is a remixed version of the "Clarissa Explains it All" theme song, and hey, we've got a new anthem, too.
What do you say, UK?
Thanks to Scott at Advertising Industry Newswire for the heads-up.
A long time a go in a place far, far away, a certain class of people were once not so affectionately known as retards. Now, far more affectionately, if a bit sterile-sounding, they're known as mentally-impaired/challenged/disabled. As well, there once was a class of people known as cripples. These very same people are now known as the handicapped.
In the 19th century, doctors coined the terms midget and dwarf to describe people whose height was other than normal or proportional. These height-challenged (oops, did we just make up a new one?) are now known as little people. Doctors even threw around the terms moron, imbecile and idiot to describe people of varying (and low) IQ levels. Now, not so much.
There are so many confusing messages emanating from the cover of this Lands' End catalog, we simply don't know where to start. First, there' the very curvaceous back end of women juxtaposed just beneath the title of the catalog, Lands' End, as if illustrative of some sort of early American west conquest for land but with a tone far removed from that depicted in the Tom Cruise, Nicole Kidman movie Far and Away.
Then, there's the young boy tugging on the women's spandex-like skirt with a cute, semi-mischievous look on his face. Is the woman his mother? Is the boy just some random kid grabbing at some random woman's skin tight, bathing suit-like skirt? Is he just doing what all men eventually do, literally or figuratively, when they grow up? Or is this some art director's realized wet dream?
Brazilian youth magazine Simples is pushing a drunk driving awareness campaign with the help of DDB, Sao Paulo, which threw together these psychedelic concert flyers for dead musicians.
"These artists are all dead, but they are very alive in heaven -- or hell? -- and they must be happy playing their music there," says writer Aricio Fortes to AdCritic. "The only way to go see them is to die stupidly and fast."
Hey, if Mozart, Beethoven and Bach took the slip-and-slide to the fiery depths, it can't be that bad.
Anyway, posters like the one at left invite the curious onlooker to check out their (snarling?) composer of choice in the afterlife. All you have to do is drink and drive.
How very creepy.
For inebriates not keen on an eternity of Beethoven's Fifth, there's always slipper pong.
BookExpo America in NYC recently hosted to a wrist-slapping of, well, anticlimactic proportions. But to be nice, we're sure it'll make Google think twice before molesting another guy's industry -- er, intellectual property.
Macmillan Publishers CEO Richard Charkin boasts about walking up to Google's booth and taking the reps' computers, thereby teaching them a valuable lesson about stealing the travails of tortured writers and digitizing it.
We're not sure what the attendants were doing that their computers could be nipped from right under their noses. We're even less sure why they didn't notice until about an hour later, which is when they began to freak-the-fuck-out.
The smug CEO then returned the laptops and gave them the ol' "hope you enjoyed a taste of your own medicine."
A mean jab at the Triumvirate if we ever saw one. Get down with your bad self, Charkin.
For Weta Workshops, which makes action figures and other collectible props for movies and stuff, New Zealand's Touch/Case Next gives us SteamPunk ray guns.
And best of all, the ray guns are real (if not really deadly, at least really for sale). Models like the ManMelter 3600ZX and the FMOM INDUSTRIES Wave Disrupter are "constructed from metal with some glass parts," and only 500 of each is being manufactured.
Tell us that doesn't bring your lawn dart-loving '80s baby out to play, and we will glower at you in disdain.
For our own purposes, the Goliathon 83 dissolves seven-ninths of an elephant in 10 earth seconds. We could really use that kind of power whilst standing in line at the post office.
There are unconfirmed and likely false rumors floating about that Nike will sign a marketing deal with high school pole vaulting sensation Allison Stokke. A few weeks ago, Stokke became the subject of a leering Internet drool fest much to the chagrin of Stokke and her family who felt, first hand, what's it's like to be the object of Internet admiration. While images of Stokke are said to have been circulating for years, it wasn't until an image of her posing her her pole appeared on the sports blog With Leather that things broke loose.
Stokke, 18, is a senior at Newport Harbor high school in Newport Beach, California, set the freshman female pole vaulting record of 12' 8" and now jumps consistently over 13 feet. She's won titles, broken records and earned scholarships but now she's feeling the unfortunate fame of becoming an Internet celebrity. At first, she kept it a secret when friends tipped her her images were beginning to appear all over the Internet. Shortly after that she told her parents and has now considered consulting handlers to deal with all the sudden media attention.