I remember this Chanel commercial from 1992 like it was yesterday. Clear as day, there's Vanessa Paradis swinging, free as a bird, in a golden cage:
And here is how they made it. If you understand French, perfect, if you don't? Even better. Let the language lull you into the lovely space of the visuals.
Wonderful, right?
Showing posts with label commercial. Show all posts
Showing posts with label commercial. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Dirty? Why, No. Radioactive? Why, YES!
This model may have a clean face thanks to Dorothy Gray Salon Cold Cream, but she also has enough radioactive material on her skin to register on a geiger counter thanks to this commercial's brilliant directors.
Oh, dear! I don't think cold cream removes atomic bits.
Oh, dear! I don't think cold cream removes atomic bits.
Labels:
beauty,
commercial,
vintage commercial
Thursday, August 13, 2009
When Polyester Was Magic.
This vintage Levi's ad from the '70s is a classic.
Tweeds, bells, flares, knickers! Magic polyester! Isn't it funny that acid tripping was once an acceptable advertising theme? Ah, the halcyon days that spawned a generation of spandex wearing hipsters (see below).
Tweeds, bells, flares, knickers! Magic polyester! Isn't it funny that acid tripping was once an acceptable advertising theme? Ah, the halcyon days that spawned a generation of spandex wearing hipsters (see below).
Labels:
commercial,
levis,
the stranger,
vintage
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