And thus another semester is afoot. It seems like just yesterday I was scrambling to finish an 8-page final paper on Greco-Roman religion in a harrowing effort to get a B in a class on said subject.
Now I find myself an actual upperclassman. With half of college over with, I probably should know approximately where I'm going in life. That's just where I'm at: an approximate goal. I know I want to be involved in this industry. That's about it.
Our school has two "tracks" for advertising majors: management and creative. Either side will tell you that management people are the ones that interact with clients, make business decisions, wear suits and carry briefcases. Creatives wear jeans and loaf in bean bag chairs. Only the inflection in their respective voices changes when summarizing their own track.
I'm not sure which route I want to take. I had originally thought management because I do like to analyze and study advertising and follow the business moving and shaking. I also thought I wasn't creative enough for the opposite to be my profession. I have had second thoughts about that since, having been told that my creative work is passable. While not a Photoshop "wizard" as my Portfolio professor would say, I think I'm ok at conceptualizing ideas in ads.
This confusion is why I opted to take two completely different advertising courses this semester: ADV 401; Portfolio One and ADV 507; Advertising Media.
I had 401 today, and have come to find out that now is when the legendary competition in the S.I. Newhouse School of Public Communications really begins. For every "project," only one student in the class will receive the "agency recommendation" and a perfect grade, everyone else can do no better than a 90 ("presented to client"), or otherwise can score an 85 or lower.
I had just began to get to know most of the people in my major, and now I have to compete with them? Also, apparently, we'll be teamed up at various points and try to "Beat the Clock" with ad ideas in less than a class period. And who said class couldn't simulate the real world? I'm excited about the opportunities, but a little worried about the workload, especially considering I don't know what to expect from 507, a class on the opposite end of the spectrum and not to mention a graduate level course. Yikes.
First assignments from 401: Review the best ads of the year from '85, '95, or 2005 and pick a favorite, and choose the one campaign you can remember that was most effected you. I'll report back when I make my choices.
Fall semester 2009: here goes nothin'
Monday, August 31, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Location, location, locaiton
Walking through the Carousel Mall the other day, I had to snap a picture of the following:
In the foreground is a triangular mall directory with two ads, and in the background is a Dunkin Donuts. The ad that just so happens to be facing Dunkin is one for Coldstone Creamery's iced and blended coffees. I didn't know Coldstone even had coffee products, but if I'm considering getting an iced coffee and I'm near Dunkin, maybe I trust the ice cream place with an iced product more than the donut place, upon seeing this ad. May I add that this particular August day saw 90 degree temperatures in Syracuse (I don't know how long the ad had been up for).
This reminded me of the age old lesson; location, location, location.
The ad wasn't creative, funny, or necessarily enticing by itself. It's placement is what makes it a great ad. The people most likely to buy an iced coffee product are the ones that have just entered from the heat, are about to leave into the heat, and/or are hovering around a different coffee place. The Dunkin in question was indeed right by one of the mall's main entrances.
Not every creative idea has to be some pun in a print ad or a cute/funny commercial. The ad itself can be rather ordinary by itself, but if it's placed in an ironic or bizzare fashion it can generate huge publicity.
Copyranter points out this bridge in India whose support has been converted into a human bone with an ad for a Calcium supplement:
It's too bad that the image appears to be pretty phallic, and the use of the phrase "strong bones" doesn't really alleviate my mind of the naughty image. But whatever, that's the 12-year old in me. Nice job, Saatchi.
In the foreground is a triangular mall directory with two ads, and in the background is a Dunkin Donuts. The ad that just so happens to be facing Dunkin is one for Coldstone Creamery's iced and blended coffees. I didn't know Coldstone even had coffee products, but if I'm considering getting an iced coffee and I'm near Dunkin, maybe I trust the ice cream place with an iced product more than the donut place, upon seeing this ad. May I add that this particular August day saw 90 degree temperatures in Syracuse (I don't know how long the ad had been up for).
This reminded me of the age old lesson; location, location, location.
The ad wasn't creative, funny, or necessarily enticing by itself. It's placement is what makes it a great ad. The people most likely to buy an iced coffee product are the ones that have just entered from the heat, are about to leave into the heat, and/or are hovering around a different coffee place. The Dunkin in question was indeed right by one of the mall's main entrances.
Not every creative idea has to be some pun in a print ad or a cute/funny commercial. The ad itself can be rather ordinary by itself, but if it's placed in an ironic or bizzare fashion it can generate huge publicity.
Copyranter points out this bridge in India whose support has been converted into a human bone with an ad for a Calcium supplement:
It's too bad that the image appears to be pretty phallic, and the use of the phrase "strong bones" doesn't really alleviate my mind of the naughty image. But whatever, that's the 12-year old in me. Nice job, Saatchi.
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Wednesday, August 12, 2009
An Ohio newspaper explains how Dubya was elected twice
As one can tell by the title and usual subject matter of this blog, I don’t normally comment on the news industries. What I found this past weekend however had to be posted somewhere.
Back story:
Driving back to Buffalo from the Pro Football Hall of Fame festivities in Canton, Ohio, we hit a rest stop in what I assumed was the lovely town of Ashtabula, near the PA-OH border. I went in to grab a drink and an Ohio lottery ticket (I lost), and saw the town’s newspaper sitting on a rack. I bought it instantly (with quarters I borrowed to get to $1.25).
Pictured are the front and rear pages of section A.
If you live in an area that is urban at all, perhaps you have wondered how the backwoods redneck culture can even still exist. Perhaps you wonder how politicians like those who raise their hand to this question ever get elected. Nobody actually buys a confederate flag decal for their pickup truck, right?
Don’t we all have a lot to learn about our country?
I’ll limit myself on the social commentary and just go on to the highlights of the article, for those of you that don’t want to try to read it and want a good laugh:
Ashtabula resident Jesse Staut on the appeal of the Redneck Games: “This is the most exciting thing happening in Ashtabula County this weekend…we all get together and they share the beer and I drink it.”
The festival’s rules on kids: “Make them, don’t take them.”
The couple pictured on the back page, Brittany and James, actually just met on Friday. This is Sunday’s paper.
Aforementioned Brittany on her heritage: “I was raised as a redneck because all of my family members are from West Virginia” (A sounding endorsement, if ere I’ve heard one).
And of course, the listing of events:
- Mud Volleyball (pictured on the front page)
- Redneck Horseshoes (difference from regular horseshoes is not mentioned)
- Tug-of-war
- Belly Flop
- Wet T-shirt contest
- Daisy Duke shorts competition
I wish I were kidding, ya’ll. Also note, I broke my boycott of things using Comic Sans to buy this paper.
Back story:
Driving back to Buffalo from the Pro Football Hall of Fame festivities in Canton, Ohio, we hit a rest stop in what I assumed was the lovely town of Ashtabula, near the PA-OH border. I went in to grab a drink and an Ohio lottery ticket (I lost), and saw the town’s newspaper sitting on a rack. I bought it instantly (with quarters I borrowed to get to $1.25).
Pictured are the front and rear pages of section A.
If you live in an area that is urban at all, perhaps you have wondered how the backwoods redneck culture can even still exist. Perhaps you wonder how politicians like those who raise their hand to this question ever get elected. Nobody actually buys a confederate flag decal for their pickup truck, right?
Don’t we all have a lot to learn about our country?
I’ll limit myself on the social commentary and just go on to the highlights of the article, for those of you that don’t want to try to read it and want a good laugh:
Ashtabula resident Jesse Staut on the appeal of the Redneck Games: “This is the most exciting thing happening in Ashtabula County this weekend…we all get together and they share the beer and I drink it.”
The festival’s rules on kids: “Make them, don’t take them.”
The couple pictured on the back page, Brittany and James, actually just met on Friday. This is Sunday’s paper.
Aforementioned Brittany on her heritage: “I was raised as a redneck because all of my family members are from West Virginia” (A sounding endorsement, if ere I’ve heard one).
And of course, the listing of events:
- Mud Volleyball (pictured on the front page)
- Redneck Horseshoes (difference from regular horseshoes is not mentioned)
- Tug-of-war
- Belly Flop
- Wet T-shirt contest
- Daisy Duke shorts competition
I wish I were kidding, ya’ll. Also note, I broke my boycott of things using Comic Sans to buy this paper.
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Friday, August 7, 2009
Best ad on TV 8/8/1963
New from the people who brought you much more normal toys like Operation, Lite Brite, and Rock'Em Sock'Em Robots:
It's all the thrills of having your own 15 year old dog, but he's never too old to walkity walkity walk with you!
It's Ideal!
It's all the thrills of having your own 15 year old dog, but he's never too old to walkity walkity walk with you!
It's Ideal!
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