On the way to work I spotted this fellow carrying some sort of special edition purple and yellow Coca-Cola lunch sack. One can only surmise he's an industry linchpin of sorts, for, as we all know, purple is the color of royalty. Large size version.
BoingBoing: M&Ms will print you custom candies with two (short) lines of text
-- a cool idea, but too bad they let the lawyers at it. The terms
prohibit your using the names of places and events on your custom,
personal-use candies, and a clearly embarrassed marketing department
has come up with several hilariously bad workarounds, like substituting "Thar she blows" for "Mr St Helens" and "Marry a Doctor" for "Johns Hopkins." Link And Kevin remixed the M&M maker to let you sub in your own messages, such as Impeach Bush, War Criminal.
Rats! I knew about the (My Little) Pony Project and I forgot to pencil in the opening! Luckily eight-year old Esther Hershovits was there to give us these dazzling photos over at Papermag Blog. Hasbro commissioned a bevvy of sizzling young female artists to re-imagine the titular icon. Proceeds benefited Paul Newman's Wild-West playground in northern Connecticut for children with life-threatening diseases. Pictured is the show-stealing disco-ball My Little Pony by Justine D. Trot on over to the Milk Gallery at 450 W. 15th st. in NYC.
The flipbook "trend ended in the 1970's as new "interactive multimedia" technologies began to take the
spotlight," reports a company trying to revive interest in flipbooks. What's cool and new now is that Flippies, "using a patent-pending process" will port live-action videos to flipbooks, "crystal clear...easily and efficiently." Although, the company started getting a smidge of press in May and I have yet to have been handed one of their creations. Perhaps they should advertise their services through this innovative neo-retro marketing medium called...flipbooks? (via AdRants)
I'm a sucker for anaglyphics, aka red/blue 3d glasses. So when my belle came home with a fistful of these cards (left), I was intrigued enough to try to win the $50 gift certificate. After navving through the site and sneaking around their attempt to get me to apply for some fancy i'macoolnewyorker credit card, I finally got to the mysterious prize screen. That's where the magic died. It's perfectly legible that it says, "SORRY. TRY AGAIN TOMORROW." Holding up the secret decoder strip doesn't render this any more legible. Just more cyan. Now I've lost twice!
The Freedom Fry meme is not only not dead, it's grown to something larger than a breadbox. At Pret A Manger makes nice little fresh sandwiches and you can grab them off a rack, walk up to the broad counter, swipe the debit and be on your way. The wrapper (left) was a startling side dish to my above-average chicken mozzarella sandwich. Pret's premise is to emulate finer French sandwich cuisine except quicker and without the snootiness and the riding of the Chunnelness. Whether that concern translates across-the-pond is secondary, as the continuing wrapper copy reveals the goods are, "Just baked - and popped in this sleeve...so you don't have to wait around like a wally."
Gaeta's garbage truck is totally discoed out! I wished I had a copy of the New York Post to toss into its technicolor mandibles. It's hard to be a discreet garbage truck. Gaeta says we're here, we're garbage, get used to it, let's party! Spotted this beaut going up Lafayette, between Astor and E. 4th New York.
(via FinkBuilt) An excellent promo item from a vasectomy doctor, a sort of consolation door prize you get from this Dr. Snip after the operation. Choice. My biggest complaint about all the glowing bouncy-balls, lanyards, mouse pads and condoms emblazoned with company logos is that the gewgaws are simply mass-produced conference schwag. The medium is the message, indeed.