If you can't take the heat.

You may be wondering what has happened to out blog of late. Alternatively, you do not give a poop. Rob has taken a well-earned rest and gone off on his break away from the creative world. I have been on my own since last Monday and it has been, let us say, a busy week.

Being in a team where we both do Art Direction and claim to be Copy Writers, this was my week to live up to the claim. Overall, it has gone well but I do miss my partner (I hope he sheds a tear when he reads this). The random banter is mainly missed but also Rob’s ability to push ideas to the level where the client (or planners) shit themselves. It is where reality meets the devil, hoping one day it can slip through without being beaten to death and turning out as a lifeless carcass of a body. We have a few posts to catch up on so I'm going to edit them down to get us back on track. Sorry for the delay. It's my fault, no one elses. Whip me if you ever meet me.

Dip x

The art of la subliminiminal

The Sony Ericsson ATL campaign keeps on popping up at the moment in the london newspapers and it is the image with the whale. It leaves us wondering how much do people read into press ads? Under recent topical issues whale poaching in China has come under a lot of fire from activists such as Greenpeace and I feel that for us it walks that line...and We're sure very naievely.

Being the controversial emotionless little bastards we are, it didn't offend us and I'm sure no one else was on the phone to the ASA but this was mearly an example for us to make a very simple point. Does anyone give a monkey's about press? We know the answer. I was observing a man on the tube this morning (stalker!)and I was waiting for his eyes to hit a macains advert top right of the page but none of it. Not even a glance...desensitised....

Sorry mother. On the topic here (If you have not already seen it) is a story telling experiment, courtesy of digital and Jonathan Harris.

The Creative Tea...I mean Three

Recently we've started having creative Tea on our floor which we find very stimulating and it gives us time to digest small talk over some scones or whattever. As it is just our floor we all decided to start inviting people from other levels to fuel the banter.

This week Dip and myself decided to up the anti and invite some outsiders. Fellow comrades Sam & Goodall (concrete carrot *creative team* -plug-) We knew they would deliver and they did in abundance.

*It's the end of the day and people are still twittering about it*

Their presentation was about putting yourself outside your comfort barrier and staying confident throughout (very important). To prove their point they brought in a third member who was big issue seller named Rich who claimed to have invented spongebobsquarepants (according to him spongebob was originally triangular). Look...he signed a drawing for us.

Apparently he worked for Nickelodeon and they nicked all his ideas which he took them to court for. This bum certainly made everyone uncomfortable and you could see it in all the worried faces peering over as he spontaniously grabbed someones phone and started yelling down it!

Fucking brilliant, raw, unstaged and treading the genius/insane line.

Thanks again Concrete carrot x

Back to work.

The Oxymorons are back from the Big Chill. Click HERE to see the images. The review will be coming as soon as our brains are back on the planet.

The Big Chill 2008

For the next 4 days we will be chilling in a field, listening to great music and getting rather drunk. Almost a mini holiday. Photos and films will be up loaded sometime next week.

Ben & Jerries brain frozen birthday

Ex-hippie in question: Jerry Greenfield

Rob: Did you brainwash the whole of Clapham common on this snake hot day with your cold and ridiculously sweet nonsense?
Jerry: Errrr........yes! - He didn't say this, but it was sure as hell what he was thinking. -

People going up to him yelling "Jerry, Jerry"...What is this all about? Can they not tell that they are all being involved in an advert which they are now thanking him for! What else do you say to a man that sells ice cream...are you trying to save the world? Apparently so! Even though the freezing equipment is the explanation why charlie the polar bear has no where to stand! Fucking saving the Earth twaddle, blahhh. I prefered the ice cream before.



So the hottest Sunday you'd believe and we are at Clapham Common at the Ben and Jerries mass brainwash event. I call it this because their was free ice cream all day. Obviously they realised no living being can get passed 3 or 4 cones before they a)sick it back up or b)make wierd dance gestures and gyrating their heads in order to stop their brains freezing.

I managed 2.5 and was on a sugar come down for most the afternoon in the sweltering heat having to pretend to like Ash while the people infront of me where all supporting brightly coloured Ash T-Shirts (faggots).




View from pims bus. Still not drunk enough.



Ok I thought this toe wrestling malarky wouldn't compare to the Mexican spectical the other night but it did -and so much more- Never have I seen two fat women play footsie before. It was special. Ha ha...the humour was in the lack of attention the dude with the mic was getting from the three people stood in the crowd. I cheered.

A hippy sell out. Does Jerry really have the same mentallity of saving the earth as he did when he was bumming out smoking reffer? Or is that convieniant for the branding at this moment in time. All aboard the green bandwagon. I had to laugh at kicking out time when the crowds started trailing across the park past some pissed tramps. One of the tramps got up half cut and made his hand into antenas on his forhead and started shouting "THE ANTS, THE ANTS ARE COMING" I giggled.

Illustrated Ape does Tits & Wrestling

The map led us to a dark row of garages. A guy popped out from no where and asked us if we where looking for a party. Jokingly he pointed us in the wrong direction and then soon after re directed us down along these garages. It looked dodgy. The music got louder from one of them and as we went in it opened up into what looked like a world war two bunker! The layout was unusual which is a probonus and it was a good night even though the beer was pricey. It happens. The band was The Tits of Death and the mexican wrestling got pretty out of hand amoungst the crowd. Things smashing and babies crying.