For as long as I’ve been a copywriter, I’ve worked around designers who touted Apple products. For years I blew them off as dogmatic brand ambassadors. I was a writer – all I needed was a pencil and pad of paper. Then, back in 2009, I bought a refurbished iMac. It was so brilliant, so quickly, that I immediately decided to turn my entire home and office into an Apple shop. Two years later and, well, I’m not going to…
With two days left before school starts, I’m inclined to run away with my kids to an island where we can be left to wonder, without the world shoving its will down our throats. But we won’t. Instead, we’ll fall into line with everyone else and suffer the bullshit. And smile. And pretend to be good little soldiers as we try to live up to society’s expectations of what that means. It’s hard to raise children and tell them to…
Advertising is intended to do one thing – get you to remember something long enough to take action. It’s all about memorability and recall. Make your advertising entertaining, cast and produce it well, and the next time you’re hungry, you’re grabbing a Snickers – because Snickers makes life “Better.” Add this spot to the Betty White Super Bowl effort, and it’s clear that this campaign has legs. *** Jim Mitchem
Today, Burger King put the creepy King on the guillotine. And you cheered. You didn’t like creepy King. You said he was soulless. Plasticky. But that is precisely why I loved him. The best thing about creepy King was that he was consistent. Something that consistent can be placed into any scenario and be made to work. Of course in CP+B‘s case, they also relied on really smart writers and designers, casted and directed perfectly and had enough swagger to make…
And the people we voted for fought against each other because, well, that’s what we do in this land of opportunity where the rich exist on a plane so far above the rest of us that the paltry scraps we fight over become our own idea of class structure. It’s not unlike black on black crime. Except, we fight with our voting registration cards for men and women who we hope will give us the best chance at keeping our heads…
Before social media, each year on my birthday I’d get one card mailed to me from my mother and a call from her brother. Of course my wife and I would have a dinner or whatever, but the day went largely unnoticed. And that was totally cool. Then came Facebook where they asked questions like birthdate, hometown and whether I like ‘sleep’ or not. Innocuous personal questions that helped me ‘connect to’ other people. As I began playing around with…
