FES: Coward, 1
Posted in: UncategorizedAjit Khimji: Earth Day
Posted in: UncategorizedThe Sugar Collective: Cake
Posted in: UncategorizedAre we not overreacting to the dangers of sugar? Learn more about sugar at sugarontheweb.com.
Advertising Agency: Publicis Conseil, Paris, France
Creative Director: Olivier Altmann
Art Director: Benoit Blumberger
Copywriter: Thibaut Froment
Photographer: Jean-Yves Lemoigne
Art Buyer: Nathalie Benchetrit
Photo retouching: Fred Perrot
Published: March 2008
The Sugar Collective: Grandmas
Posted in: UncategorizedAre we not overreacting to the dangers of sugar? Learn more about sugar at sugarontheweb.com.
Advertising Agency: Publicis Conseil, Paris, France
Creative Director: Olivier Altmann
Art Director: Benoit Blumberger
Copywriter: Thibaut Froment
Photographer: Jean-Yves Lemoigne
Art Buyer: Nathalie Benchetrit
Photo retouching: Fred Perrot
Published: March 2008
Agbar: Desert
Posted in: UncategorizedOur water is thirsty.
Advertising Agency: ROAD Barcelona, Spain
Creative Directors: Emilio Lezaun, Xavier Solé
Photographer: Ramón Serrano
Published: April 2008
Carabineros de Chile: Orfeón
Posted in: UncategorizedIt’s a police band playing Flashdance. They say “If we had more time, we would improve our actâ€. The ad is to say that they have too much work with accidents, so they can’t play as they wish.
Advertising Agency: Grey Chile
Head Creative Director: Sergio Chauriye Miguel “Sapo” Cerdeira
Creative Director: Pato Navarrete
Copywriter: Pato Navarrete
Producer: Sónica
COI / Health Department: Beach
Posted in: UncategorizedCOI / Health Department: Dog
Posted in: UncategorizedCOI / Health Department: Bicycle
Posted in: UncategorizedCancer Patients Aid Association: Notes
Posted in: UncategorizedNotes are not the only things children share in school today.
Advertising Agency: Triton Communications, Mumbai, India
Creative Director: Ryan Abraham
Art Director / Photographer: Suhas More
Copywriter: Adithya Nair
Published: November 2007
Motorrijder Magazine: The arm and the street
Posted in: UncategorizedAdvertising for Midnight
Posted in: UncategorizedI have understood you. Meet me at midnight. The keyhole will be turned and my lock wide open. Meet me at midnight, you know the place: blue doors, chipped white stucco walls and brown carpet for days. In your mind, I lie undressed. My arms, shoulders and breasts dance as whitecaps among ambiguous waves. This tiny clock ticks and I see the midnight moonlight peek through tiny brown squares in the burlaps shades as I watch for sensual shadows. I have thought about seeing you in this light. Your sealed lips hover above my white ear, your voice is low and a wonderful melody whispers my name. My green eye peeks out from under the covers at the door and spies. You are not here yet and I feel your absence. I rap my gold chipped nails on the small circular linoleum table thinking about the last time I saw you here. I smell your pale razor eyes and your laugh. I think you are somewhere, bored. Something delays you from adventure as you hold yourself back, clutching your wetness, I watch the blue water rise through your neck and up into the tips of your hair. Casting my gaze at the pool of light pouring from the aqua lamp, I realize there is no soap here. This is something unclean. My virgin palm is cupped and holding you tightly when there’s a buzz followed by a red light. One push of the button and a photo emerges of a man. He’s handsome and he’s wearing brown clothes and a wide brimmed hat. The message reads, “There’s a new sheriff in town.†It’s a secret. It our secret.Â