Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Geeky Sony Fans
... who tune into You Tube to look at Sony related PR bullshit seemed to give my spoof video of the Tower Block blowing up rather a lot of attention.
A while ago I saw some mobile phone footage on You Tube, showing the Bravia boys shooting up an old Glaswegian tower block with balls of paint. "Colour like No Other" was the line. Below is my ironic take on the clip. Take it of leave it - I though it was funny for 5mins work. .... It's not suppost to be real by the way, despite the youtube comments.
A while ago I saw some mobile phone footage on You Tube, showing the Bravia boys shooting up an old Glaswegian tower block with balls of paint. "Colour like No Other" was the line. Below is my ironic take on the clip. Take it of leave it - I though it was funny for 5mins work. .... It's not suppost to be real by the way, despite the youtube comments.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Blowing Lynx Blow into the winds of the Interweb
Today my work is dull but noteworthy in the books of rampant self-promotion, Ad-land rhetoric and western corruption of the Interweb.
I am a digital Utopian.
I Believe that the Interweb should be Advertisement Free.
I Work for a Company which makes Ads for the Interweb.
I am a self contradiction.
Hence I am in two minds about my task for the day: to populate message boards and listings sites with Lynx Blow "Seeds". Am I am the graffiti artist with nothing but a stale tag-line to scrawl? No; I do believe that Lynx Blow is something new, exciting.... I should do as I was one of the main driving forces behind its creation. I gave it digital direction, nurtured it like a little plant and was there every step of the way until it blossomed through a season of well executed teamwork into a summer of winter wonderland. Therefore I should be proud to scrawl its tagline - http://www.lynxblow.com on every bare wall I see in this macabre digital landscape... and in some ways I am. So here it is:
"Wow - check out this funky site, interesting, sexy and innovative."
http://www.lynxblow.com - plug up your headphones to your computer and blow the girls bra off. A different way of interacting with a site; the mouse won't take you anywhere you need to blow.... like the wind... blow.... Is this a possible future model for Human Computer Interaction? I would like to think so.
Oh and here's a photo:
Thursday, February 22, 2007
We all Hate McDonalds
A nice Ad:
"I still hate them though." - Ade Rowbotham
Today I am sick. Sick in the body, sick in the mind... and now sick in the soul. My body I can heal with rest, sleep and hot whisky toddies. My mind is difficult to heal, it must be nurtured and cared for as a young newly germinated seedling if I am not to burn up and become more ashes left at the bottom of Advertising's relentless bonfire. My soul suffers a long sickness of surrounding. London. Such a rat-race as this exists in few places on Earth. The dizzy heights of modern society is to be found here, amongst the Fitness First rucksacks mounted on suited backs up close and uninvited; invading your personal space like rapists on the tube. A Noise so loud, a shout so meaningless. Here in this jungle of overworked lab-rats there is no silence to find your piece of mind. No space between the words to find subtlety or subtext. Here McDonalds owns everything and all signs point to a fast-food life style where the only winners are those who leave their morals behind and join the un-righteous march of progress.
McDonalds? McShit I say.. Fuck your French fries. I piss on your salad and excreta in your burger you tower of reconstituted waste dressed as lifestyle food. You may be able to afford nice advertising and crafty product photography however nothing you do can conceal in my burning, dull cow eyes the trickery, the burglary, the lies you spread; the lives you corrupt, the taste buds you fool the crimes against mastication committed through ignorance in your name. You want a piece of me? Then it is done - Kitchen knives at Dawn and we'll see who makes the better salad....
"I still hate them though." - Ade Rowbotham
Today I am sick. Sick in the body, sick in the mind... and now sick in the soul. My body I can heal with rest, sleep and hot whisky toddies. My mind is difficult to heal, it must be nurtured and cared for as a young newly germinated seedling if I am not to burn up and become more ashes left at the bottom of Advertising's relentless bonfire. My soul suffers a long sickness of surrounding. London. Such a rat-race as this exists in few places on Earth. The dizzy heights of modern society is to be found here, amongst the Fitness First rucksacks mounted on suited backs up close and uninvited; invading your personal space like rapists on the tube. A Noise so loud, a shout so meaningless. Here in this jungle of overworked lab-rats there is no silence to find your piece of mind. No space between the words to find subtlety or subtext. Here McDonalds owns everything and all signs point to a fast-food life style where the only winners are those who leave their morals behind and join the un-righteous march of progress.
McDonalds? McShit I say.. Fuck your French fries. I piss on your salad and excreta in your burger you tower of reconstituted waste dressed as lifestyle food. You may be able to afford nice advertising and crafty product photography however nothing you do can conceal in my burning, dull cow eyes the trickery, the burglary, the lies you spread; the lives you corrupt, the taste buds you fool the crimes against mastication committed through ignorance in your name. You want a piece of me? Then it is done - Kitchen knives at Dawn and we'll see who makes the better salad....
Monday, February 12, 2007
H. T. Harris ... 31 years closer to perfection.
Today I returned to H. T. Harris on Great Titchfield street; searching for art in tender food preparation. He welcomed me back like a Prodical Son - "I saw you get a sandwich over the street the other day, but I knew you'd be back. For you sir... Only the best" "What you do..." [I remarked], "...It's Art- it's amazing" Harris replied: "31 years my friend, 31 years striving for perfection"
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