But sometimes I feel like I’m still tripping. Someone tell me they get this print ad. The only correlation I can make between the ostrich and the granola is the copy that says, “get his beak around”. Ostriches aren’t really “go-getters”, are they? One of my account managers is like an ostrich. When there’s a billing problem with a client, he sticks his head in the sand (read: up his ass) and hopes I take care of it eventually. I fucking hate birds.
Sue me. Definitely not into the baby-making part, but the pictures are have inspired me. Creative for this print ad is by Volt, Sweden for Baby Boutique. Tagline is, “You make the customers, we make the clothes.”
I posted about the first in this print series for Disney parks by Annie Leibovitz a long time ago – I think it was Becks on a horse or some crap like that. There’s a 3rd installment out now and this one’s my favorite – who doesn’t love Tina Fey? Perfectly directed expression.
Except this one for Mia. WTF. The model’s probably so pissed off that they made her look like one of the zombies from I Am Legend. Creative by Teran/TBWA (Mexico)
Ugh. Seriously, I should remember not to drink heavily after going to the gym. Headache. Bad. Death sounds good. Actually, can someone fedex me some Boots Tension Headache Relief? Or a gun. Really. Not kidding. Speaking of headaches, Euro RSCG (Duesseldorf) did this ad for Thomapyrin. I’d say it was clever, but I can’t get the cotton out of my mouth to form sentences.
The copy guy on this 70s print ad for Champale was genius. There’s such mystery surrounding “Diane”. Who is she? She apparently loves champagne-like malt liquor from Trenton, NJ. I also wish this was still on the market because the only way my mouth ever thinks it’s Saturday night is when…ummm..oh, never mind.
Blackberry works again (thanks, Mike – worked like a charm). Bag lost at airport last night, but they called this morning and it’s on its way to my office. I just hope they don’t look inside because I always travel with questionable items. I’m always horrified when I open my bag and there’s that note from the TSA that they inspected my bag. At least I stopped packing black tar heroin in my lipstick tubes.
While on my little trip, I was talking with some friends and one admitted that his favorite vodka used to be Absolut (and he used to drink cocktails with fruit in them, but that’s another story). Now that he’s been introduced to good vodka, he considers Absolut to be on par with Barton’s Charcoal Filtered Vodka. I’m a Stoli girl myself. But you gotta love this print ad for Absolut Citron by TBWA/Chiat/Day. Copyranter writes, “IT LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING VAGINA.” Well put.
(via Copyranter)
Spilled a bottle of water on my Blackberry this morning and now it’s totally locked up. Dead. This could possibly be the worst thing that’s ever happened to me while traveling. Perhaps this is a blessing in disguise. Where is my fucking Xanax? I should take a cue from the girl in this ad for JBS men’s underwear- she looks pretty relaxed.
This ad is really, really, really retarded. For takeoffs and touchdowns? Sounds like the copy one of our account managers writes when he forgets to hire a freelancer. It still has some je ne sais quois about it, and by that I mean Tom Brady is still really, really, really, ridiculously good looking.
I’m pretty sure this is the transvestite hooker I see hanging out by the burrito place down the street.
Agency Tart 