Minneapolis Michael
Advertising + media news filtered; then skewed by a Minnesotan.
Stellar work from Wieden+Kennedy for Honda announcing the re-opening of a plant that’s been inoperable for four months due to the shitty economic conditions across the globe, and, in this case, specifically in the UK.
This Dude Need an Assistant?
I wonder if Christy Peacock needs an assistant. The right honorable Mr. Peacock was recently named Head of Art for Fallon North America, according to my favorite “blog for advertising creatives in Austrailia,” Campaign Brief. Head of Art? What, precisely, does that mean? According to Darren Spiller, the new ECD at Fallon,
“…one of my first tasks was to ensure that the execution of our work would be of the highest standard. It was apparent to me that we would need a world class head of art. Christy has a great eye for detail and a wonderful nose for sniffing out the latest and greatest.”
How badass is the title Head of Art? Yo, Peacock, give a blogger a tweet if you need a Head of THE INTERNETZ; I could own that shit.
I’m famous.
Work it out, gurl
I’m honestly not sure that I’ve heard a Lady Gaga song in my life. Judging the book by its cover, I think I’m alright with that.
It’s unusual to see a full page ad for a film 12 days in advance of its release in 2009.
The Girlfriend Experience
I saw Soderbergh’s latest piece yesterday, and I’m still digesting it. It’s either the best thing I’ve seen all year, or the worst (after I Love You, Man). I’ll tell you this: the last scene left people at the 5/23 1:20 p.m. screening at Lagoon audibly gasping at its audaciousness. This alone leads me to believe it is so best.
Bill Simmons’ highly anticipated The Book Of Basketball, coming out this October, seems to finally have a cover. I see they are keeping the Finger Touching Round Object motif from the last one.
Foreword by Malcolm Gladwell, obviously. Listed at 720 freaking pages. Seven hundred and twenty.
Anticipation levels soaring…
If Leitch and Grambo like it, I like it. WAIT! I’ve always loved The Boston Sports Guy; I don’t need pop cultural icons to tell me what to like, or do I?


