On the basic premise of Coke’s hook-and-eye bus shelter ads, I’ve got to agree with Jesus Diaz at Gizmodo:
I don’t know what Coca-Cola was thinking when they used these ads to promote their Grip Bottle in bus stops. They are made with velcro, so if you lean or get anywhere near them wearing woolly cloths, you’d get stuck.
The ads were designed to highlight the better grip the new bottles offer. They placed them in bus stop shelters in Paris, ready to rip cashmere sweaters and expensive clothes. But instead of hating them, the French bought 3.8% more of their sugar water.
What I want to see is an image of one of these ads after a week of being there. I can imagine giant balls of dust with cats and drunk people inside.
But “cashmere sweaters and expensive clothes”? Come on, everybody knows rich people don’t take the bus.
In fact, I venture that the 3.8% sales boost came from wealthy folk who delighted in the sight of destitute commuters hung by their velcro-ed scarves while trying to get to their menial jobs.
It was after midnight on a recent Friday in midtown. Blinding white lights and the crackle of walkie talkied banter heralded another of the thousands of film and photo shoots that take place around the city. Four lithe female figures stood backlit on an empty stretch of Manhattan’s tony 5th Avenue. Sex and the City promos, perhaps. Maybe some Gossip Girl shenanigans. Oh, if only.
Alas. No 80s male fantasy humor. No Kim Cattrall.
In fact, it was the Old Navy Modelquins. Which means that, yes, there are more of those insufferable commercials on the way. If you’re wondering what asshole agency is responsible for these advert abominations, it’s none other than Crispin Porter + Bogusky, the geniuses behind Microsoft’s brilliant Windows 7ads. What happened, fellas? Is annoying the new black in the advertising world?
At least the Gap subsidiary itself has some respect for the days when the brand had some style — at least as far as its marketing went. For its 15 year anniversary Old Navy has created a series of commemorative sundries featuring the prominently bespectacled “Old Navy Lady,” Carrie Donovan. She, often accompanied by her TV dog, Magic, starred in over 40 Old Navy commercials between 1997 and 2000, according to the New York Times.
The spots were quirky, cheeky nods at fashion and celebrity culture, campy send-ups in a pop-art pastiche. Donovan, a former fashion editor, though not a household name by a long shot, portrayed the fashionista-tastemaker archetype with such perfection — a seemingly impossible blend between subtle and over the top — that she became an immediately recognizable icon even to those to whom her trademark oversize black-rimmed glasses were a novelty.
So well-conceived were the ads that they garnered cameos from a bevy of TV stars. Past their primes, true, but isn’t that crucial to the joke? Recall these two gems (and please forgive the poor quality). Can you spot the famous faces?
Donovan, sadly, passed away several years ago, so there’s no hope for a return of the campaign. Perhaps more depressing, though, is that being inanimate, the Modelquins will never die.
Our boy Joss just can’t catch a break. And neither can we, his devoted fans. This just in today from the Hollywood Reporter:
Joss Whedon’s ‘Dollhouse’ canceled
Sci-fi series expected to finish its 13-episode order
By Nellie Andreeva
Nov 11, 2009, 03:20 PM ET
Updated: Nov 11, 2009, 08:39 PM ET
“Dollhouse” is closing its doors at Fox.
The network has canceled Joss Whedon’s cult fave, which in May beat the odds with a second-season pickup despite low ratings.
The sci-fi series, which is filming episode 11, will finish its 13-episode order.
“Yes. Canceled. Sad but true,” tweeted Maurissa Tancharoen, a writer on “Dollhouse” who is married to Whedon’s brother Jed Whedon, also a writer on the show.
Beating the odds after a very slow start last spring, “Dollhouse” was renewed for a second season. But with a dismal performance this fall — and despite getting a ratings bump from DVR viewing — the show starring Eliza Dushku was benched for November sweeps after four episodes.
Fox plans to air all produced episodes of “Dollhouse,” which will return with originals Dec. 4 as planned. Whedon is working on giving the series a proper ending with a big finale.
“I feel the show is getting better pretty much every week, and I think you’ll agree in the coming months,” Whedon wrote on Whedonesque.com. “I’m grateful that we got to put it on, and then come back and put it on again.”
The cancellation of “Dollhouse” may spell good news for fans of Whedon’s Web short “Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog.”
Whedon, who had been rumored to be working on a sequel to the Emmy-winning Internet project, said on Wednesday he is “off to pursue internet ventures/binge drinking” following the end of the Fox series.
I was as thrilled — and surprised — as any other nerd when the series got picked up for a second season. And the show only got better. Now it just feels like it was all a nasty tease. You know, Agent Ballard always vowed to take down the Dollhouse. Maybe he got a job at Fox.
Ever look at your iPod and think, “Gee, I wish you were more like a Zune”? Well aren’t you in luck. Today iBiquity, developer of HD radio technologies, announced an $80 receiver accessory that will let your iPod or iPhone get HD radio broadcasts, just like the Zune HD, released two months ago.
The Digital Entertainment Upgrade
Adding HD Radio Technology to the iPhone and iPod touch is an easy two-step process:
Step 1: Buy the Gigaware HD Radio accessory, designed for and sold exclusively at RadioShack for an MSRP of $79.99.
Step 2: Download the FREE application on Apple’s App Store.
Microsoft got the jump on Apple with the whole HD radio thing, but I’m guessing the chances of people shelling out for this “upgrade” are roughly as small as the chances of people, well, buying a Zune in the first place.
In case you felt people weren’t paying quite enough attention to your weight-loss efforts, now you can auto-Tweet the progress you’re making on those jelly rolls and muffin tops. Withings, maker of a sleek iPhone-adapted body mass indexing scale have now built Twitter functionality right into their app. From a press release yesterday:
Withings is announcing Twitter integration into its first-of-its-kind WiFi Body Scale. As the world’s first WiFi connected personal weight scale, it automatically records the user’s body weight, lean & fat mass, and calculated body mass index (BMI) to their secure webpage and/or free Withings iPhone application, WiScale. Now, with this new added feature, users can set up alerts to automatically post their updates to Twitter accounts, further motivating them by sharing their progress with followers.
“This social media feature was the next logical step in the evolution of the WiFi scale for our customers,” said Cedric Hutchings, Withings General Manager. “Here at Withings we are committed to roll out new features and services on the field thanks to automatic updates. Adding this social functionality makes the WiFi scale by Withings the first true flagship of the Internet of Objects.”
I don’t know what the hell the Internet of Objects is, but apparently it includes your fat ass. Personally, if I’m going to have anyone following the state of my posterior, I’ll stick with black guys I pass on the sidewalk. They say I’m fine the way I am. No WiFi required.
A couple videos to warm the cockles of your cold and tired heart. Maybe even the rest of it, too.
First, a story of nurturing, separation, and the enduring power of love. And of shopping for wildlife at a department store. Money can buy you love: Lion Love.
For something a little less involved/narrative-based, put your eyes on Keepon, the hugably cute dancing robot that made a splash on the YouTube back in 2007 and was subsequently co-opted by researchers who use it to study autism and other important stuff. But its research value aside, and whether or not you’ve seen it before, it can’t fail to light up your day just a little.
For a new twist I suggest you have a friend G-Chat you the link so that you can have the video run mini-sized in the corner while you trudge through your inbox. NB: The song is great, but Keepon’s squishy moves work their magic even with the volume off.
And of course, I can always rely on the E Trade Baby. Holy smokes, these get me every freakin’ time.
Someone should have thought of this sooner. The vertical bed. Collapsible into a George Jetson-like briefcase, the complete upright-sleep support system attaches to subway grates to support your body weight. The package also includes noise-canceling headphones, opaque sunglasses, and an umbrella. You know, in case you want to nap while standing in the rain.
One thing the designers forgot to hype: the soothing hot stench of subway grate air. Nothing eases me into sleep like noxious fumes wafting up from the steamy bowels of NYC’s mass transit system.
Apparently it works for the guy in the photo, too. He tested it by taking a 40-minute snooze at 33rd and Broadway. The site claims he “dreamed of a subversive van.” Any insight on that one, Freud?
Personally, I want one to wear to shows, so I can lean back and fold my arms judgmentally even when I can’t score real estate along the wall.