Two Ad Students Make Cross-Country Pilgrimage to CPB

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It seems everyone wants to work at Crispin Porter + Bogusky. Even though Bogusky isn’t even there anymore. He is/was, after all, the backbone of the agency. In fact, do Crispin and Porter even exist?

In any event, two Miami Ad School students, Santiago Cosme and Vicor Javier Blanco, on September 3, plan to travel from New York to Boulder without spending a dime. The pair hope the kindness of strangers will feed, clothe, house and transport them to advertising nirvana.. Why? We have no idea. They aren’t even seeking a job at the agency as far as we can tell.

They’ve got a website, a Facebook page, a YouTube channel, a Twitter account and a Foursquare account. Whether or not the pair ever make it, we’ll know everything there is to know about their journey thanks to social media.

So what’s the pair offering those who help them along the journey? Hold your breath. Free, yes, free advertising on their website! We jest. No doubt the journey will be fun for the pair and for those of us who decide to follow their journey. Good luck guys

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