Pearl Necklace .. pending.

This is a 1954 advertisement for Tangee lipcolour.

A tad bit phallic perhaps?

I imagine the individual(s) who approved this piece were much less accustomed to this 'position' than their female co-workers. Or lack there of.

In the 1950s only 33 per cent of women were in the paid work force, compared to a staggering 94 per cent of men. Is that why this poor excuse for an ad was allowed to breathe?

You could argue that more than 50 years later there are many ads that would reflect a similar sort of deal. Purely because sex sells. The Lynx deodorant company is one of the biggest advocates of this mantra. Adult content pending.



Now in the noughties, the ratio of men to woman has managed to reach an almost balanced figure, however; it seems whether you have one or not, thinking with the 'crown jewels' is something that all advertising agents strive to achieve.

Just ask Paris Hilton:

Guerrilla Wars

Need to get ahead in a time of turmoil and cat fights while clawing your way up that mountain of recession?

So maybe just follow Adrants Ad blog lead and post a fake ad. Free PR with the slight almost definate possibility of a slap on the ass, with a law-suit.


But then it worked for that artist resposible for the guerrilla American Apparel ads:

http://animalnewyork.com/

[Rather disillusioned by the AA ad; is there any sense behind the graphic images? Other than the whole raw and rebellious slant that AA seem to be going for]

Justice do Springfield

After much blogger research I have concluded that this still is no more than a fake!

How unfortunate, considering my fingers went haywire after seeing the Justice duo donning this image as their Myspace profile pic. Scrawling through Simpson episode archives proved a fruitless expedition. With a little bit of Photoshop magic Justice planted the seed. Now all it needs is a little lovin'.

And after that, all we can do is hope that the Simpsons' people get hold of this and love all over it and in turn contact Gaspard and Xavier for a l'il cameo!

We can only hope.

All the Colours of the Rainbow

Family- collective noun. A group of persons sharing common ancestry.



After all the social parametres built around this concept, I honestly thought that the dictionary definition would hold a little more heart. Not that I am complaining, considering it works perfectly with my perception of the word.

My family consists of six people.

In reality, I have soo much family I haven't even had the pleasure(?) of meeting them, but to me that's not really 'family'. A cousin of mine recently had a wedding which, after a very tried and tested time, bought my 'family' together with the 'family' my mother once knew. This could have gone either of two ways, but considering we were only invited a week before the actual event while everyone else, most of whom were not even blood-related, were invited over 3 months ago I was a little bit skeptical.

To cut a long story short, I could not wait for that wedding to end. Unfortunately as it was an Indian wedding, the festivities went on for a very very long time -I'm talking days-. However, I only attended the wedding and that was more than enough.

My point is that family comes in all sorts of shapes and sizes, but the main thing that it offers is support. No one can claim the benefits of a family member if they don't put in the hard yards. I am a strong advocate of the family unit and will give credit, only where credit is due. So there are about 8 cousins who live approximately half an hour from me, and yet they couldn't feel further away...

Nevertheless, the above, which was taken by a cousin -like I said I give credit where credit's due- is a beautiful photo:

The pretty one in the sun-burnt orange is my mum. And she should know that one of me is worth so much more than any of those people have (or are willing) to give.

Maybe all the pretty colours are to distract you from what's really happening.

Your eyes are just so crazy in love (calling Beyonce) with the loud visual aesthetics that your ears can't hear what's really going on. And then like a rainbow you find out that it doesn't hold any truth to it. It was all just a story made up to agree with how things are supposed to be.

Just a thought.

Disclaimer: It's tagged under Paris Hilton cause it's all as fake as she is.

C'est la vie

Geez life is ... a minefield.

Sometimes you'll be walking around minding your own beezwax when BAM your foot will get blown off by a mine and other times you'll be walking around and no mines will be goin' off. And you'll be all like 'what the? I thought this was supossed to be a minefield? Where are all the mines? I wish I'd step on one right now', just for a few moments of entertainment... and then I guess horror would be the next to follow.

Take from this analogy what you will.

And then sometimes life is ... a flower-pot and you're the seedling.

You know what you have to do.. (well eventually you have a faint idea of what you should do, that is after all the ideas in your head stop walking into walls and well quite frankly each other) ... but all you can do is wait, wait for the sun for the rain and the 'will'. That fucking 'will'. And you 'will' sooo hard, thinking eventually if I 'will' enough I will get what I deserve. I will get my comupins (but in a positive sense).. but alas sometimes 'will' isn't enough.

(And sometimes overwilling could result in a trip to the doctor and who wants to open that can of worms?)

The major player here that I have failed to mention is time. Seriously, it's the one thing that an impatient person can't control. Damn that time factor.

So what does that mean, you have to play the waiting-game and see what happens? Well, that sucks. Cause while you're waiting other people have fun assuming things that are totally incorrect.

Today my mum told me I had a middle-class mind. Totally mis-judging that as a compliment, I asked what this so called middle-class mind entailed. She said my head was in the clouds and I thought things were just going to fall into my lap.

Sometimes I think her head is the clouds.

Sometimes, it's always nicer to secretly wish your head was in the clouds, kinda like Paris Hilton and Jessica Simpson, only their heads aren't really in the clouds, it's a complete and utter ploy. That Hilton sex video was soo calculated. She knew exaclty what she was doing.

Why do you think she kept looking directly at the camera and winking? Huh?

Anyway, back to the point. Ignorance is bliss and I am more than ready for my fair share.

2008 U.S Presidential Election

So it ends tonight... and finally there were two.

The Republican nominee John McCain, the senior United States Senator from Arizona, and the Democratic Party nominee Barack Obama have sweat blood and tears to make it up this Presidential mountain. But to claw their way past Sarah, Hilary and Co. they have had a little help from their friends, foes and frenemies.

On Team Obama there is: Winfrey, Eva, DeNiro, The Fresh Prince, Usher, and on Team McCain; Italian stallion Sylvester and the Californian Governator Arnie.

We all know Winfrey has been endorsing her man in her many speeches, but have you seen Black Eyed Peas' singer Will.i.am's vids; 'Yes We Can', staring celeb fans including Scarlett J or 'We Are The Ones' with Ryan Phillipe and Jessica Alba?


'YES WE CAN'





AND THEN..

there's meat-head Arnie egging on a mass of McCain supporters, with childish insults and unsubstantiated comments, where 'scrawny' Obama and his skinny frame are likened to that of the Senator's ideals.


Halloween masks

Strolling through his Hyde Park neighborhood, on 31/October, Barak O would have had quite a ball bumping into his plastic self. Quite a few Kaufman/Malkovich moments I'm sure.

The Obama mask out-sold his rival's, two to one.

Seriously, these publicists must be on over-drive. Working like dogs day in and day out, spinning up stories, campaigns, you name it.

But as they say,

Any publicity is GOOD publicity, just ask Paris Hilton (see One Night in Paris).

On the eve of the US Election day Obama's grandma passed away. Photos flooded the internet, of the grandson wiping away the streaming tears that symbolised his 'sincerity' and stripped him.. down to his jocks.. for all the world to see. No iron armor, just RAW emotion.

A publicist's wet dream indeed.