Showing posts with label Advertising. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Advertising. Show all posts

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Mow The Lawn! - Part Two

In the interest of equal rights, here is a recent Gillette commercial for men:

Monday, April 13, 2009

Makeover Idea For Your Bathroom

A Japanese coffee company, Goeorgia Max Coffee, modified the bathrooms of ski areas around Japan to promote their coffee energy drinks (and probably loosen things up, as well).

Click on the image to get the full effect:

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Mow The Lawn!

A Wilkinson Sword commercial, running on television in the UK:



The Wilkinson Sword commercial for the US market is a bit tamer.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

The Snuggies Infestation

Like you, I've been really creeped out lately by all the Snuggies commercials I've been seeing. (Thank God for DVR and TiVo.)

I kind of expect an upcoming Snuggies commercial to include a pair of purple sneakers as a bonus with each purchase.

I mean really, would anyone -- even in Kansas -- go to their kid's soccer game in a Snuggie?

So it was quite refreshing to read about an intrepid New York Times reporter's account of being out and about in Manhattan in a blue Snuggie:

"My biggest fear was that I would be treated as some kind of doomsday zealot when I donned my Snuggie in Times Square. I have longish hair and a beard, and the Snuggie, with its generous draping sleeves, can appear from the front like a clerical gown. It seemed to shout: “Repent!”

"As I stood near the TKTS booth writing this thought in my notebook, I realized that: “Hey, I’m writing in my notebook while standing up wearing a blanket. These sleeves are handy.”

"Then a woman in red stockings who was promoting the musical “Chicago” came tap-dancing over to me. “You’ve got my favorite blanket on!” she said. She had forgotten its proper name. “It’s a, um, Huggy?”

She handed me a flier for the show, which I was able to take easily because Snuggie has sleeves. I did not have anywhere to put it, however, because Snuggie does not have pockets. As I twisted to reach for the back pocket of my pants, the clingy Snuggie pulled away from my shirt and discharged a powerful bolt of static onto a sensitive area of my chest.

"Ow!"