What a year 2012 turned out to be. Never has a single year been so eventful. Not just here in the UK but across the globe. So much happened it’s hard to even remember it all. But here’s what stood out the most for me.
Album of the year – Alt J ’An Awesome Wave’
Song of the year - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5j4l_NdkYMQ
Movie of the year – The Dark Knight Rises
Ad of the year - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILxjxfB4zNk
Exhibition of the year - http://48sheet.com/about/
Fail of the year - http://youtu.be/zd7c5tQCs1I
Goal of the year - http://youtu.be/_qwoAIqynBc
Blog of the year - thisadvertisinglife.tumblr.com
WTF of the year - http://youtu.be/FHtvDA0W34I
Highlight of the year - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TbsXUJITa40
I’d have been all over this. See those dogs at 0:54? It’s no coincidence that they’re the same size as a rugby ball. Ooof! Three points to Wigan.
When you think of 1940’s advertising a couple of things spring to mind. Like this and this for example. However, there were more ingenious forms of communication, persuasion and advertising at the time.
In wartime Britain there was wide spread rationing. Not just on food but clothing too. So people had to be resourceful.
Step forward the producers and retailers of flour. They realised that if they made the pattern on their flour sacks mildly attractive, women would tend to buy their brand over another because they could use the fabric to make dresses, skirts and blouses. The flour producers even told women how to remove the label on the sacks and made it easier for them to do so.
What a brilliant piece of ingenuity. They latched onto the one thing rationing and air raids couldn’t defeat… a women’s desire to look her best and used it to sell more flour. Both parties were better off. Women could make themselves look and feel more beautiful and the suppliers of the flour made more money.
(All info shamelessly stolen and regurgitated from BBC’s War Time Farm)
See the world differently
My high school teachers and I didn’t get on. Public humiliation was their weapon. I wish this was mine.
Self 2006. Marc Quinn’s self-portrait of his head made from his own blood.
Not striping off and talking filth on live telly. Sheephead’s Late Night Calls.