Hasta La Creative!

Advertising Agency: Giovanni+Draftfcb, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Creative Directors: Adilson Xavier, Cristina Amorim, Fernando Barcellos
Art Director: Felipe Gomes
Copywriter: Leonardo Bartoli
Photographer: Ricardo Cunha
Published: March 2008

Advertising Agency: Eleven Inc., San Francisco, CA
Creative Director: Paul Curtin
Copywriters: Harry Cocciolo
Art Director: Geordie Stephens
Agency Producer: Robyn Wilkinson
Editorial Company: The Whitehouse, Santa Monica, CA
Editor: Kevin Zimmerman
Editorial Producer: Gail Butler

Production Company: Tool of North America, Santa Monica, CA
Directors: Geordie Stephens & Harry Cocciolo (Wilkins, Warrens),
Harry Cocciolo & Geordie Stephens (Jones)
DP: Adam Beckman
Production Designer: Jamie Frank
Line Producer: Jeff Tanner
Executive Producers: Jennifer Siegel and Brian Latt

Post Production Company: Vendetta Post, Santa Monica, CA
Online Artist: Fefo DeSouza
Telecine: Riot, Santa Monica, CA
Colorist: Clark Muller
Audio Post Company: Eleven Sound, Santa Monica, CA
Mixer: Jeff Payne
Music Production Company: Hum, Santa Monica, CA
Arranger: Rob Lopez
Sound Design Company: Hum, Santa Monica, CA
Sound Designer: Dan Hart
Sound Producer: Chanel Scott

Advertising Agency: Rediffusion DYR, Gurgaon, India
Creative Directors: Abhinav Pratiman, Daniel Upputuru
Art Director: Krishnapriya Dutta Gupta
Copywriter: Bhavna Kher

Advertising Agency: Rediffusion DYR, Gurgaon, India
Creative Directors: Abhinav Pratiman, Daniel Upputuru
Art Director: Krishnapriya Dutta Gupta
Copywriter: Bhavna Kher

Don’t let nature intimidate you

Advertising Agency: Trampoline, Halifax NS, Canada
Creative Director: Brad Dykema
Art Director: Mike Leard
Copywriter: Brad Dykema
Photographer: James Ingram
Published: March 2008

Advertising Agency: Euro RSCG Amsterdam, The Netherlands
Client: LU Netherlands
Director: Ruediger Kaltenhauser
Creatives: Vincent Sapthu, Huibert Jan van der Fange
Creative Directors: Joost van Praag Sigaar, Laurens Boschman
Production Agency: Glassworks
Sound: Kaiser Sound
Production: Tim Philips, Rogier Sol, José Kartsen

• The Naked Game
  ‘Pong’ played by two artificial intelligences, with the entire code exposed below it, and the variables affecting the mechanics to the right. You can remove lines of code and see the effects in real time.
• ArtCal – Chelsea – bitforms gallery – Lynn Hershman Leeson, Found Objects
  San Francisco-based artist and filmmaker Lynn Hershman Leeson returns to bitforms gallery in New York for a new solo exhibition, Found Objects, running April 24-May 31.

The latest issue of NYLON magazine was printed with alternate covers, one featuring Blake Lively and the other Leighton Meester, both of whom stars of the hit TV series Gossip Girl.

It’s a great marketing approach for the magazine, as fans of the show (or the celebs) will instantly be attracted to…

(TrendHunter.com) Bento boxes are a tradition of Japanese cuisine. They are home-packed meals which can be very elaborately arranged and the food is decorated to look like people, animals, or characters and items such as flowers and plants.

Obacchi Jacket Lunch Box started selling custom-made Bento boxes designed to…

I 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.