The 80-something (?) year old Advertising Age is, apparently, sick of toeing the line, sticking to the straight and narrow and offering up nothing but long-winded dissertations on the business of advertising. Yes, Advertising Age has got its FREAK on and has become cozy with the ass parade that is Cannes.
All week, Advertising Age photographer Sam Faulkner has been filing visual coverage of the annual ad-fest, complete with lingerie-clad ass. Wait? What? Lingerie-clad ass on Advertising Age? Isn’t that what Adrants does? Advertising Age couldn’t possibly see any merit in what we do over here at Adrants, could they? Jonah? Jonah?
If it’s raunch, dirt, filth and seediness you’re looking for (the publishable kind, of course), partner with the Adrants crew next year and we’ll make Sam’s Cannes pictures look like a suburban neighborhood playground on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Oh, and we’ll even toss in a bit of real news coverage as well just to, ya know, keep the Crains and Bob Garfield happy.
