[Photo taken by Brett Konner]
This picture taken on a Metro-North train appears like a typical advertisement contrived to catch your attention and promote taking a chance at winning the NY Lottery. Take another look. Don’t blink…or you might miss it. Get it?

[Photo via asimko via International Herald Tribune]
“It’s yellow, it’s ugly, it doesn’t go with anything, but it could save your life.”
Karl Lagerfeld has saved his fair share of fashion disasters, but now, he’s changing his focus for a bit to help support an even bigger campaign: traffic safety. These ads that are circulating the French media came out this summer after a law went into effect that requires every driver to carry yellow safety vests and flashing red warning triangles in every car in case of emergency. Even in a very un-stylish safety vest, the guy looks hot! And that’s a look that very few could pull off!
[Photo via Urbanite]
I, for one, am loving the time warp back to the “90s. As I stated months ago, the 1990s are making a fierce comeback, and not just in the fashion world…even our billboards are screaming “Bring back the “90s! Bring back the “90s!” Remember Rush Limbaugh? Well, his show only lasted for four years (1992-1996), but has been living on since then behind the relevant billboards above the Toys “R Us store in Times Square. And, apparently the last couple of days, these Limbaugh ads have gotten another chance to shine in the sun.
Thank you to Curbed for pointing us to “90s billboard glory.
It”s when Racked brings our attention to stuff like this that we remember why we love them so much in the first place. The “hipstery boutique” Oak just released their biannual store magazine and I took the time to extract the only photos that you really care about seeing….the ones from the “Hard As Oak” spread. You have to admit it”s cleaver advertising at the very least. So is the YouTube they feature on the front page of their site (above) which is very first video from Lykke Li, and which I am becoming borderline obsessed with. I would have taken more from of the shots from that PDF file, but lets face it, these are the only photos that you really care about seeing. Alas, your boss probably won”t so I”ll feature below:
“Look up there! A giant lady is despoiling the art!”
New Yorkers panicked in fear today as a 50 foot in scale woman attacked the innocent art of Bowery today. People gawked in fear as the giant creature stood, affixing its steely two-dimensional eyes upon the populace as it was tonguing what appeared to be a large red orb of some sort whilst staring hungrily at the word, “Grand”. Speculation suggests that it was doing this to avert its own true hunger in wishing to devour the residents it was splayed next to.
You may remember, a while ago Dove won over the hearts (and wallets) of American women in droves with the release of their “Real Women” campaign. Dove has always been a strong proponent of exposing the fashion-industrial complex, warts and all, even while they toil and profit in its trenches. Nonetheless, they”ve made a business out of attempting to redefine the public image of the feminine ideal throughout the beauty industry. Many women bought it.
Now, it seems, the make-up is melting off faster than a Murray Hill Pinkberry shop in Mid-July.
If you ride along the S line, then chances are you already very familiar with this one train that has the entire car in this toilet paper theme where, aside from plastering every sign receptacle with a toilet paper ad, the very walls are sheeted with faux toilet paper wallpaper. I am sad to say that it does not feel as comfortable as it looks, nor that it actually does offer much more than the impression that your trip to work was nothing more than a dream and you actually are in an asylum, where the padded walls will protect you from harming yourself when you find out the truth. Sadly, there is no one to offer you sedative-laced pudding or confiscate your pointy instruments like an aforementioned asylum or at least a trip on a private jet with some drugged-up rock stars.
You know those snazzy Target ads that are all stunning graphics and Colgate smiles? Well, in a slightly convoluted but fundamental way, you have George Lois to thank/curse for them. Lois was the mustache-twidling mastermind behind much of the 20th Century”s cultural revolution in print. As the designer behind volumes of groundbreaking Esquire covers, he was highly outspoken and instrumental in breaking many of the Norman Rockwell-esque sensibilities that defined the magazine industry until his arrival. Don”t believe me, check out this month”s MoMA show: The man did these covers in a time when the most in-your-face cultural statement seen on newsstands was a middle-aged white guy in a suit posing with his briefcase. Plus, he did the “I Want My MTV” campaign and revived a dying network in its infancy. Therefore, we have Lois to thank for The Hills and the inevitable brain damage that we”ve all accumulated from watching Heidi try to think too hard.
George Lois- The Esquire Covers[MoMA]
Cover Guy [The New Yorker]
When the mobile taco truck, Endless Summer, rolled through my neighborhood bearing chimicangas and enough melted queso to smother Ann Coulter’s yapping face (fantasy!), I was pleased. When the MUD truck parked its orange painted goodness on my street, curing all ailments with caffeine, I was thrilled. But on my walk home yesterday, I came across two disturbing sights. Within the course of one hour, I passed a “Mitzvah Tank” and a mobile law office.
As a lapsed Jew with an even more lapsed law degree, I’d like to think I might have just a smidge of extra sympathy for the alternative ways of turning a truck into a buck. But there is nothing kosher about seeing drive-by justice and “Judaism to Go” doled out from something with a muffler. Like condoms and sushi, you get what you pay for. BUT even with lawyers and rabbis with questionable motives behind the wheel, I couldn’t steer clear. So I stormed the Mitzvah Tank.
9:30 am. Coffee steaming from my grip as I blink back the sleep deprivation accumulated from an overactive weekend. The F train screeches into the station. Standing room only, as per usual. Mostly the clean smells of showers, hair product, and the occasionally ill-advised dollar store perfume spritz. Then, the inevitable. Some foul odor from some anonymous, hateful bottom. And the only thing staring at me from all angles are these stupid Cottonelle ads. Their slogan? “Be Kind to Your Behind.” One of their banners reads, “Too much Fiber?” The irony was overwhelming. As was the stench. Needless to say, I am not a fan of these ads. Booooo.
Photo via NY Times
Hipsters from Brooklyn will no longer have to come to the island to get their “Urban” gear. Today the new store on Atlantic Avenue (between Clinton and Court) opened. The first 100 customers get a free tote, and 10% of this week’s sales will go to BAM (Brooklyn Academy of Music). The thing that is really getting people talking though is not the store, (which is just like every other Urban Outfitters in America, except with no easy stroller access for those Park Slope mommies), it’s the ad they designed to promote the place:
“The mystifying amalgam of images, placed in some sort of elementary collage layout is presumably a representation of the borough. Many of the images look like they were cut out of a TV Guide circa 1984, and others, like the shot of Jay-Z has us wondering about legal repercussions.” [Gothamist]