There are a staggering number of advertisements in New York City. If you take a break from downloading pornography long enough to leave your squalid, 7th floor walk-up, you will encounter dozens of them before you have traveled a block.
You see them on buildings, billboards, and bus stops. They scream by you on taxis, subways, and overly aggressive delivery men on bikes.
They range in production value from enormous high definition video screens found in Times Square to Microsoft Word-designed trifold flyers thrust at you by anonymous politicians standing outside the subway station at the ass crack of dawn on a rainy Monday morning (fuck those guys).
Because there are so many of them, and because they appear in so many locations, advertisements generally blend together and fade into the background of your consciousness. Just as residents don't look up at skyscrapers, so too do they fail to notice all but the most unique advertisements.
That's why I find it so remarkable that one small, homemade flyer has had such a profound affect on me. I can't figure out what it is about this particular ad that has completely enthralled me, so I will post it below, and ask that you help me pinpoint what makes it so captivating.
So what do you guys think? Why can't I get this ad out of my head?
Saturday, October 3, 2009
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2 comments:
the simple answer is because there are so many of them -- every single restaurant/deli that's flierable seems to have one. the truth is more complicated and mysterious obviously
Dan Smith teaches guitar...and if he showed up in my dreams I would expect nothing less.
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