Be on the lookout for Miller’s “1 Second Ads” this Super Bowl.
As they say, “Paying $3 million for a 30-second commercial makes as much sense as putting sauerkraut on a donut. Actually, even that makes more sense.”
(via Natalie)
Be on the lookout for Miller’s “1 Second Ads” this Super Bowl.
As they say, “Paying $3 million for a 30-second commercial makes as much sense as putting sauerkraut on a donut. Actually, even that makes more sense.”
(via Natalie)
I really wanted to be an ad copywriter. So, I became one. I created this blog, in that vein. I tried advertising. I didn’t like it. I got shingles.
Deep down, I really want to be an illustrator. Professionally. I’m working on that master plan, and having a great time of it.
Meet Trader Joe’s: My new love, and place of work. I’m a sign artist there, and wear Hawaiian shirts everyday. I can’t believe it’s real. A food store, with corporate culture sometimes described as, “dorky?” Hallelujah.
I am really fortunate to be part of the company. They give benefits to part-timers, among other awesome corporate methods. And the store is just a few minutes away from my house.
I didn’t shop there before I was hired, because I assumed the prices were high. (I was new to the whole idea, having grown up in rural northern Michigan.) I didn’t know there could be awesome, super-affordable food. Now I’m a walking advertisement. Every product has a story, and there are NO sales. No sales! No advertising! There’s something very good and honest about that:
Seths Blog: Lessons Learned from Trader Joe’s
The key mantra is that Trader’s finds foods for its customers, NOT customers for its foods.

Michel Gondry is my hero. He directs commercials, on top of the music videos and movies that brought him to fame. Check out his work on the ihaveanidea blog.
Well, so far.
I’ve only watched the first two episodes of Mad Men, (purchased through iTunes), suppressing the urge to take long drags from a cigarette. I don’t smoke, but everyone in the show does. It’s elegant. It’s… what everyone did in the ’60s, especially in Advertising Agencies.
It’s a show about the glory days of advertising. I wasn’t there, but apparently, it used to be glamorous and frivolous and desirous and all the other “ouses.” People drinking with their feet up on their desks all day, brilliantly playing a game with no rules. Cool.
But the show is more than that. It hits you with alarming bits of human behavior, combining life in the ’50s and the Ad world. Mostly sexism. Lots of sexism. Sexism sexism.
It doesn’t bother me. It’s not real anymore. And that’s the difference between me and some women that I work with, at an advertising agency. I doubt that they care that the show is about advertising, but I know that they could only sit through the first 10 minutes before turning the channel in feminine disgust.
Enough about that. I like the show. I’m going to keep watching. Maybe I’m seeing into the minds of some older heads in advertising, and know what they’re dreaming of. The good old days. So, the next time a creative director puts his feet up on the desk to read a script I’ve just handed him, I’ll imagine the sound of clinking ice cubes and the dry crackle of a hot cigarette.