Has any one ever chewed a mind lock, you know those brain locks when you have a deadline which is so close and you brain wouldn't work shake it,bang your head,go out for air better yet a smoke but nattin,,, yeah
those ones amaizing especialy when you account director is called Caro or sarah
anywho am an arsenal fun and its bollocks henry left but atleast i can start concentrating with my carreer
it reeks of shit. it could have been incomprehensible shit if you hadn’t come across it a gazillion times before. but you have and it’s still as shitty as it ever was. and it’s never going to get any better. so what do you do with it ? what do i do with it ? i accept it for what it is and get on with my life. until now.
before i vent i ask myself do i need to ? maybe i do. to ensure closure. closure about the fact that shit exists? yes. in unquantifiable fertile quantities it does. in advertising it permeates every niche of your existence.
shit comes in many avatars.
it’s serious shit it comes on a fresh A4 printout. so fresh the turbid wisps of self-deprecating steam leaving the shit surface actually catches your eye. and your nose. it is placed perfunctorily on your desk with severity and a polite sense of purpose. the latter is anybody’s guess. but yours to surmise within the minute. here’s where the faculty of intelligence can go awol. do it. suspend your judgment and soak in the shit. it’s so effervescent it won’t last anyway. at least it doesn’t seem to.
it finds a way into your mailbox. smack dab in the midst of the everyday bunch of fwd inanity sits a piece of the profane. only this shit doesn’t make you laugh. it makes you sicker than the last sick joke some sickhead sent you. the deeper down it sits in your mailbox the more sickly the stench is when you open it. open it. and let it invade your sense of calm. don’t react. light up and inhale. your sense of survival will find ways to numb it. it always does. always will.
sometimes the shit comes out of a mouth. spewing forth with volcanic intensity like it does from a frayed hole in a rusty drainpipe down the side of a derelict erection time forgot. a gaseous gurgling of bile and vile toxins. filth so pure it defiles the air it traverses between the mouth and your senses. yet, you take it all in. wicked, when you realize a touch of masochism on a monday morning bares a new hue of blue. fill your veins with it and smile as it enlivens anatomical parts creative brilliance never will. you will survive. roaches did.
i hate it when the mouth is attached to a moron. love it when said moron is a pompous ass. but then that’s a different fettle of kitsch...
it’s a love-hate relationship, you and the shit. love-hate in converse order. you come to love it after spending so much energy hating it. odd but true. unlike a tethered slave who falls in love with the grind for the lack of choice you fall in love with it because of what it spurs you to do. you take the shit and play with it. you sit in it and let your id amok. squeezing it in your palms like play-do. and over time you fondle it so hard you bring about a mutation. you’ve interfered with its fragile dna and created a progeny - an apparent physical replica of its parent but with the power do infinitely more.
and why do we do this ? is it because we’re paid to take shit through the system and convert it? no.
we do it out of habit. that which comes with our kind. the creative kind. look at the dude upstairs. he’s creative.
ever noticed how the convoluted lobes of the human brain looks like well, a helluva lot of shit ?
After receiving about a dozen emails requesting hi-resolution files of the Cannes Lions winning FHM campaign done by Ogilvy & Mather, Singapore, I decided to make them public for your enjoyment, you sexist bastards. ;)
Here are all the 3 high-resolution files to be printed as A2 posters. Warning: large files of 10+ MB.
The campaign by Saatchi & Saatchi, New York, USA for Ultra Tide Stain Remover not only won an Outdoor Gold, but received the most prestigious award in advertising the Press Grand Prix 2007. Congratulation to Saatchi & Saatchi and the whole team. Well deserved awards.
You can click the images for full credits with comments (and larger size image) and see the incredible detail in the close-ups below.
To keep the name of my new blog in line with a former entry Ex-Senior, I named it Ex-DTP. Why you might ask yourself? Well, I finally made a decision and have chosen to quit my job. I hated it already so it wasn't really that difficult.
I am quitting my job, this Wednesday is my last day, for a very simple reason. I want to be free in my work. I am doing stuff that I do not agree with, making things I find ugly, and arranging advertisements about which I see no reason for. And I do these things for 1 simple reason, because my boss says so.
I decided I wanted to go back to school, specialise myself in Graphic Design and get a the degree of Bachelor. No more work.
I reckon, if I need to word until my pension is here, then I need to work until I'm 65. So I really do not want to start just yet.
I already signed in, took a test, was granted acces. So I'm going for it.
For the people who read this from Holland. The school is Artez in Arnhem. Maybe the can give me a clue or heads-up about it. Maybe if they are students there we could talk a bit.
Anyways, my work also gave me a very nice privilige. I read Ads of the World 4 times a day. That way I am always on top of the newest ads, the biggest clichés and the biggest Faux Pas's of advertising.
I got to know a lot of interesting people, and I want to mention a few that have taken a special spot because the contributed something to me.
ellehcimeo, Ivan, Pixelbomb1, Joseph Campbell, brandsurgeon
These people always were very nice to me. I tend to keep this site in my bookmarks when I sart going back to school. And I hope to put more work of mine up for criticising.
Until then. Thanks ivan, elle, pixel, joseph, brandsurgeon and all the other friends I made here.
Using photos of oft-snapped subjects (like Notre Dame) scraped from around the Web, Photosynth creates breathtaking multidimensional spaces with zoom and navigation features that outstrip all expectation. Its architect, Blaise Aguera y Arcas, shows it off in this standing-ovation demo. Curious about that speck in corner? Dive into a freefall and watch as the speck becomes a gargoyle. With an unpleasant grimace. And an ant-sized chip in its lower left molar. "Perhaps the most amazing demo I've seen this year," wrote Ethan Zuckerman, after TED2007. Indeed, Photosynth might utterly transform the way we manipulate and experience digital images.
What does this mean for you? I will have more time to work on creativebits and Ads of the World, which should mean more and better content. It will also be able to develop the sites further to offer you more features.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank you all for making this community a vibrant and active place that we all enjoy day in and day out to learn more about our beloved profession and to socialize with people who share our interest.
The Dutch advertising agency Y&R Not Just Film started today an internet based radiostation. The station, Y&RNJF Radio, airs only music used in commercials for the Dutch market. Songs used for Dutch and international brands. Who doesn’t know which brand made the song from the Dandy Warhols into a hit?
The Sound of Advertising, as the station is sub-titled, uses a cliche commercial format with nonsense DJ-talk, jingles and over-the-top commercials for the agency.
Y&RNJF Radio is the first station worldwide airing a niche-format with advertising music only.
Has viral videos gone too far, btw this is stupidly funny.
you tube "rap cat" and u get more info on this campaign, its for a drive through fast food joint
believe it or not. the song is actualy quite catchy.
Find out different methods used in the arab countries and the rest of the world ....
You have two cows. You create a website for them and advertise in all magazines and Cable TV. You create a Cow City or Milk Town. You sell off their milk before the cows are milked, to both legit and shady investors, who hope to resell the non-existent milk for a 100% profit in two month time. You bring Bill Clinton and Tiger Woods to milk the cows to attract attention.
You have two cows. They've been sitting there for decades and no one realizes that cows can produce milk. You see what Dubai is doing; you go crazy and start milking the heck out of the cows, in the shortest time possible. Then you realize no one wanted the milk in the first place.
Since milking the cow involves nipples, the gov't decides to ban all cows in public. The only method to milk a cow is to have the cow at one side of the curtain and the guy milking the cow on the other side; or to hire females and train them to milk the cows ... the debate is still going on.
You have two cows. Some high gov't official steals one, milks it, sells the milk and pockets the profit. The gov't tells you there is just one cow and not enough milk for the people. The people riot and scream death to the govt and carry Iranian flags. The Parliament, after thinking for 11 months, decide to employ ten Bahrainis to milk the remaining cow at the same time to cut back on unemployment.
You have two cows. One is owned by Syria, the other by the Lebanese gov't, both are milked by Syrian Laborers during their free time as informers.
Hello to you all out there..... i know that this blog is not about advertising, knowing how picky you all are :) dunno if its due to the fact you work in advertising or you were born like that anyhow These r the paintings of the Persian Artists "Ayman Malky"
He was born in Iran 1976, started painting at the age of 15, his
Professor was the Iranian artist (Mortada Katouzian)
all you illustrators out there are invited to comment