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How valuable is the work we do?

There was an especially interesting article in the “Advertising Age” of July 9,2007, by Lenore Skenazy – What was relevant was the issue of dispensability of talent(really about those who have and are passing the ‘current’ capacity to continue to be considered in the employable or relevant category in our industry).

…it is about a book of photographs of vintage advertising materials, signage and products – items that were used some many years ago pictured in a book produced by a young man (17) for sale at $40.00US

This is an especially relevant Day- I think we’ve found the artesian well.. All of those pictures taken by that young boy, will only win prizes, but to the ‘wake-up-and-smell-the-paint-crowd’ truth be told, that to stay in the game and outwit our young friend, we need to rush from our lofty views – high up in our ‘net-savvy’ partition-less advertising offices, fancy though they are – grab a $40.00 copy of that pretty little book (this is the part where the kid wins big!!) and then run to the nearest locations of any and all of the images, unique to the pictures taken, grab the objects where possible and sell the lot through Christies – ‘Objects, Rare Finds, Vintage Hand-Painted ‘first editions’ ‘Signs in Original Condition "Authentic Waitress Aprons’.

This could be the salvage savings of the very cast of characters who this book is not for, but the same artists who worked on many of the items in the book, now providing clues to the much needed lucrative bonus in this years pay packet.

God Bless the young lad who is leading the lost generation of AdPeople, to the one last, "Door Crashing Special" as we have taught the announcers on TV and Radio and in Print to say – "run, don’t walk to your nearest tenement", "tear down the wall and ravage the old billboard in that dark alleyway", "sneak into the laundramat (Automat) anymat and leave with napkins, matches, tissue dispensers, stools, diner booths and for the hot guys with pickups, bring a lunch and help yourself to the pie platters and what about the fixtures, now that will take some work, ‘Men’ and ‘Women’ tin signs on the ‘lavatories’ might as well get that while your there and if you’re really looking for ‘Lucky Strike’ snatch some ‘ashtrays’, you’ll be rich.

So hide the old fax machine at work tomorrow, they’re a fast growing asset and long term investment ‘hold’ and gather all your employee friends’ first cell phones, imagine what a hoard of those babies will be worth, anyone remember the Tandy ‘FlipTop Computers’ two of those would be worth a fortune..?


Buy the transparent three color plastic TV filters that turned Black and White into weird color Television. Anything with Roy Rogers, Gene Autry, I Love Lucy, Dick Van Dyke..is a treasure trove..

Now, all you need is a warehouse, your pension is just enough to pay for the three months it will take to off-load all of this and recoup your investment – who said that kid was so smart, this is as good as the Tony Robbins tapes (I’d pick those up and put them in your Safety Deposit Box at the Bank, that will be big..)

"Change is the history of commerce."

All this opportunity is the result of the genius of the 17 year old

author who wrote "The Writing on The Wall"…

a rather fortuitous title I might add and given new hope to the sediment seeded aged Adulants..

Lenore, what a Great Story..

I hear that they’re already lining up for the
"Garage Sale at Barneys Tomorrow.."
(Selling Quality Merchandise since 1923..)

A Non @MoSS

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By Valerie Dooley,


The Fashion Cares Media kick-off tonight revealed that once again, fashion is not the major theme, but rather musical entertainment with performances by, jaded former mega musical stars such as Mya and attracting high profile burlesque stars such as Dita Von Teese (do youth really care?) is the real focus of the May 12th Fashion Cares event in support of AIDS research. Not to dismiss the 1940’s famous traditional feather dance but OOOOHHH, she was nothing before she aligned herself with that freakdon, Marilyn Manson. Where were these stars tonight?

The media were invited to the Maro nightclub, a recent addition to the newly developed Liberty Village (Toronto’s answer to Manhattan’s, ‘Boho’ Soho district) to hear from the Fashion Cares organizers about the theme of this years event, “PEEP” which will take place at the Distillery District on May 12th, 2007. Many of the attendeees were disappointed with the lackluster décor and the very distinct lack of fashion flavour, which has always been the key focal point of the Fashion Cares event.

Instead, we were treated to a somewhat fumbled video presentation and a scattering of male (and a surprisingly few female) models who seemed to have no real idea why they were on display, other than to provide a sidelight to an otherwise dull staging. The organizers of Fashion Cares seem to have forgotten that ‘Fashion” is the reason why this event was created in the first place. Maybe it’s time to change the title of the event to “Entertainment Cares” which would seem more fitting in the context of what the organizers are really hoping to accomplish, as the event heads into its 3rd decade of existence.

It would seem that after more than 20 years of using fashion as its selling point, ACT has come to the conclusion that the event must expand beyond the borders of fashion. Instead it has come to be recognized as an event that sells the public on the notion that high-profile has-been act in non-fashion venues is the way to sell tickets.

This fact was shortly thereafter confirmed, with my brief interview with Philip Ing’s replacement as executive producer, Chip Quigley, President of Kingdom Entertainment of New York. Although Mr. Quigley certainly brings forward some impressive credentials as a likely candidate to take up the reigns for this annually much anticipated extravaganza, he is not necessarily capable of filling the throne of Canada’s prolific MAC Cosmetic producer, Ing. An impassioned originator, Ing came at it like the devil in a saint’s suit – all encompassing with a view to turn heads. He did! But tonight there was a smattering of heads to even to-be-turned.

In answer to inquiries as to who heads the Fashion Design Council of Canada and to name one Canadian Fashion Designer, Quigley’s empty responses left me soulless and wanting the old times again. Not to be readied with names of our formidable leaders in our fight to make our National Cultural Fashion Design name remotely noticed, let alone in New York, Miami and L.A but to the rest of North America, let alone the entire world-wide-web is an admonishment to an industry capable of huge profits. Shame on our government shortcomings, to yet again, not recognize the international stand that is so closely within our reach!

In answer to other pertinent questions, such as the shifting purpose of this mega funded gala to our local needs, again, the reply did not fulfill. What of the increasingly and incrementally teenaged youth who are fulfilling the former stats of our gay community in the rising numbers of HIV and AIDS patients? The focus on this group is not in keeping with the mandate of its marketing strategy.

Recently, during L’Oreal Fashion Week a press conference held at Queens Park there created a momentary BUZZ but failed in its ability to raise the bar on funding. And at the heels of the recent Government Arts Grant Programs, in keeping with years of neglect, the continuance prevails – no funding to fashion designers and little to our representation on the world stage of international acclaim and dominance.

Make note of our migrant design populace – Dean and Dan and Lida Biday, once household names driven to oft shores for their means of creative outpourings and monetary gains. Is this what we are a likened to – Fear of our own nascence?

One would anticipate such youthful acts that incorporate bold skater fashion, break dancing, graffiti, and sponsors that have taken up the face of our now inflicted AIDS victims such as FACEBOOK, You Tube and My Space!

The rue to this and many other established fundraising galas is predicated upon its ability to transform itself to its times and not to behave as the doppelganger of its predecessors who were incapable of formatting change.

Absent was the crie of the mortified victims of past or the careless a moralistic present sex carpeted youth valkries of our cities and homes in which this issue lies. Perhaps the only juvenile

Let this be a lesson to all not-for-profit organizations that swim in the marrow of the sea of philanthropy as if it was their man-made lake.

As for the theme PEEP – it has been done by longtime local Fetish purveyors, Northbound Leather (well established fetish entrepreneurs, promoters, manufacturers, producers and retailers) whom also are renowned for their annually sold-out fashion/fetish Ball held at the Docks nightclub. As for the theme of dining in different locales is a direct Bloor Street Entertains rip off. Combining great concepts is worthy of mention but with a savvy import of a New York producer akin to the likes of Snoop Doggy Dog we anticipate with holed breath the superiority of which the Big Apple is know to export.

These events have never drawn a youthful attendance which is what the face of Fashion Cares should be pointed towards.

Perhaps it’s time for BMO ($750,000 sponsor) to use prudence, discrepancy and business prowess as to their direction for social consciousness.

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How about the Networks – the best ABC came up with for this season is “a new, promising show- Extreme Makeover: Ugly Betty, I guess after 26 episodes, if this show doesn’t make it all that will be left will be an ‘Ugly Makeover’ and if that’s not enough, watch out “Desperate Housewives”: which would opt for “Desperate House” -at first I thought this was a typo, but then I recognized their strategy if they both fail, the new remake of the two shows would be a re-edit, House meets Wives – “A man with a crutch, making a desperate attempts at sex with housewives who’ve had their fill of extramarital sex..”

So why should anyone be concerned about television commercials that squeeze between the covers of the oncoming season..it’s time to bring back the Glad Garbage Bag Man – hopefully with better hair – think he has a kid with better hair??

It’s difficult to filter through the obvious.. but then there’s You Tube.. The mighty and powerful beomouth of television (McLuhan definitely did not prepare us for Nora the cat playing piano – followed quickly by a recently out of jail Martha Stewart, looking for ratings who interviewed the cat and made her a gift of a mini statuette of BACH she made it in her kitchen out of cat-nip-dip…She should call Paris Hilton and let her know the in and outs of prison life, seems Martha had an epiphany while there, it obviously had something to do with “tricks to increase ratings and grow stock values..)

Call me old fashion, call me stupid, call me out of touch, but it seems to me that You Tube is broadcasting so much material, so often, so fast, that television commercials as we know them, is so over..

Season pilots can now be seen on any random episode of You Tube..

Today’s Pixs:

Martha Stewart interviews Nora the Piano Playing Cat (Martha presents the cat with a miniature BACH statuette, cooked by Stewart)

David Hasselhoff falls down drunk

Miss Universe reruns of winning second by place falling down (wonder how long it took her to train for that – next year, a strapless-bra malfunction)

David Hasselhoff drunk again while eating a hamburger.

Bare naked lady – a human Fart Machine..

I have more…

This is a small piece of a recent survey I thought it was interesting..

Did you know that a recent survey indicated that Blog Readers are largely older htan 35(65%) never attend church(63%)have a Mac(55%) and leave comments on a Blog(76%)&(59%)floss their teeth

A NON @Moss