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Ads that I like #80


Wow-ee, would you just take a look at that shoe polish!

Yes-siree, some mighty fine shoe polish there.

Hey, let me have a look at that again [crosses legs uncomfortably]. Hmmmm, a free shine cloth.

A free shine cloth you say? Hmmmm, I better have another look at that ad...

There is one thing for sure, this advert certainly gets you thinking about shoe polish!

Comments

yournotalone said…
An old technique in commercials and adds;D

1. You have a new product and you want people to feel about it in a certain way - perhaps feel good.
2. You take something that people or your target group already feels good about - perhaps seeing sexy women, and attach or stick it on your product.
3. Men seeing sexy women on your product will feel good - this is what you want!
Kris McCracken said…
Aigars, spot on. Only now I've just gone and bought four tubs of shoe shine, and I don't even own any shoes!

That girl was very brave choosing that outfit to go bowling in though. An accident is bound to happen and I cannot afford to be looking away when it does!
Sue said…
I just got a longing for a milkshake!???? Uuuhh!!!
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, what flavour?

A free shine cloth!!!

Now I've got five tins of shoe shine!
Sue said…
Vanilla.

It's enough to make a grown boy stop wearing runners!

Hope she doesn't have a wardrobe malfunction à la Tara Reid/Sophie Marceau/Lindsay "Firecrotch" Lohan/Janet Jackson et al. Or is that....we hope she DOES!!! Tsk! Tsk!
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, I saw a near wardrobe malfunction on the bus the other day. That was enough to turn a man's hair grey(er).
yamini said…
you bet!!!!
Shoe polish is the first thing that would come to anybody's mind, Really now!!!!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, why do you hate shoe polish? ;)
yamini said…
Ha ha ha ha...

But u seem to be in love with shoe polish.. right???
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I love shoe polish, yes. This brand especially!

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