Repeat Press of Somerville, MA created some custom coasters for the guys at Highsnobiety and Selectism to hand out for the holidays. Check out his intricate process from beginning to end. Too gorgeous for words.

To call this advertising might well be derogatory. This is a work of art. This is brilliant beyond words. By Kreatif360.

Pat, I need a favour from you.

Typically, I respond with a raised eyebrow, followed by the swift two-letter rejection, and the back of my head to reinforce the stance (some Suits can be really persistent). Of course, it helps that I used to be a Suit too. Designers tend to be more giving (note: notice I did not mention creative directors). I can think of at least 10 designer friends of mine to get this poster for.

The Dreaded Killer Jellyfish of Graphic Design Favour silkscreen print by lunchbreath, is available at core77 at USD22.00.

• French Smart White paper
• Printed by the Post Family
• Individually numbered
• 18″ x 24″ (45.7cm x 61cm)
• Delivered in metal-capped tube

Via: swissmiss

Damn, this must be the best use of Chatroulette! ever. Now to wait for the first agency to rip this off…

When I first got wind that Citibank was hosting a weekend fiesta of sorts at Civic Plaza, Ngee Ann City, I admit I was skeptical. On many counts.

Firstly, the riveting logistics. Citibank has never done anything of this magnitude before in Singapore, let alone one that require the teamwork (and cooperation) of almost every department in this 8,000-employee-strong financial institution. Having worked on financial brands previously, I can ensure you that you’d have better luck asking the Pope to do the Cha Cha than to ask all departments in a financial institution to work in synergy and harmony without killing each other.

Secondly, I was told that while there will be games inspired by Citibank’s family of products, there will NOT be any selling. No selling at a financial event? Now that’s a first. Blame it on me being a typical marketer, but I was getting nervous for them Citibankers. What’s the ROI if there isn’t any selling?

It was only at Citibank’s You… Powered by Citi on Saturday when I realized what the returns were. Or rather, WHO the returns were for.

Me. Me, the Citibank customer for the last 5 years.  Oh, how smart. It’s always easier to retain a customer than to try gain a new one.

In the words of Citibank, and I’m shamelessly ripping off their print ad here, “It all starts with you and what’s important to you.” Ah. The No Selling agenda makes sense now. It’s nice to see a brand walk the talk. Some banks like to show that they care by running TV commercials about birthday cakes that don’t exist. Citibank shows it differently. With authenticity.

Lara Croft, I am not.

My gun kena stuck.

Aight. Imma try again.

This must be the first time ever, I see an immaculately beautiful half-naked man at a Citibank event.

It’s amazing how this is actually our first photograph together.

Jill Marie Thomas. A class act to watch out for. I’m glad I got her on Twitter by threatening to cybersquat her account.

They must really like dunking the hunk.

I was with the company of fellow Citibank customers, including my sis Irene and the Blogfather of Singapore, mrbrown. We were each given credits entitling us to a suite of games – from Dunk the Hunk (evidently, my favourite), to Poke the Balloon, and so on. The games were wittedly crafted in such that by playing them, I instinctively understood what the benefits of each product were. For example, did you know that as part of Gourmet Pleasures’ best deal promise, if your Citibank credit card falls short of the discount offered by any of its competitors at a Citibank Gourmet Pleasures restaurant, they would refund you the difference? It’s like Harvey Norman or something. My goldfish memory and I wouldn’t have remembered this if I didn’t play the “dip my hand into two boxes” game.

mrbrown sums it up best with this wicked video. I have a new joke to use now – the healthiest part of the donut is in the middle… the hole. HAHAHA.

For those who wish they were there at the fiesta, fret not. Citibank will be hosting its finale at Plaza Singapura, on 27 March 2010. If you’re a blogger and you’d like an invite, email Ling at ling@fly.com.sg and tell her I sent you.

Meanwhile, enjoy them photos taken that day.

Aight peeps, this is stupid. Stupidly awesome, that is. Anybody who is a Somebody would’ve seen Diesel’s Be Stupid campaign, which first broke during the start of the year. Here’s a recap of the Be Stupid philosophy.

Don’t get it because you too smart? Well you should get stupid soon, because I have not one, but 10 Be Stupid t-shirts to give away to 10 most badass submissions. Leave me a comment in this post, with the wittiest copy you can come up with that includes the word STUPID (like duh), and hey, you might just win yourself a Be Stupid tee!

Here’s a few Be Stupid campaign ads to inspire you. You might want to check out the auto voice generator at the Be Stupid site too. Kinda nifty.

Here’s how we roll:

1\ Leave a comment with your best line. Go on, try your best to impress me.
2\ The word STUPID must be included in your line. I don’t quite care how long your line is, but here’s a tip: less is more.
3\ Contest ends 22 March 2010, at midnight.
4\ Winners will be notified by email within 5 working days from 22 March 2010.
5\ Prizes are to be self-collected at Diesel, Forum The Shopping Mall.
6\ One submission per person only. Don’t be greedy.
7\ I don’t quite care what your nationality is, but you’d need to collect the tee yourself aight?

Alright, good luck guys! Help me RT this and spread the love, would you? Let’s all get stupid now.

What is Time to you?

Time moves so fast when you’re soaked in happiness. Time glides like a thousand blades against your skin when you’re drowning in sadness. What is Time to you? At this point, I’m just trying to stay afloat.

Oh yes, back to the gorgeous necklace featured here. Made from the numbers of a vintage flip clock, this necklace is available only at USD22.00 from (of)matter. And yes, you get to choose your time too.

Via: NOTCOT

The million dollar question since I resigned from Ogilvy last week.

I was getting recognition for my work at Ogilvy from top dogs. I was working on glamourous global brands, launching big-budget campaigns.

Well, mostly, save for the occasional letscall20bloggerstoaneventthatdoesntevenmakesense Government brief that comes my way. Moving on.

Developing the big idea fell under my jurisdiction. I was part of an elite league of seasoned communicators who functioned on a beautiful system of meritocracy. I didn’t need to drop down to my knees under the managing director’s desk, so as to get a promotion. I was valued strictly based on my work. And I had the creative license to dress whatever way I wanted (yes, it’s important to me to not look like a bloody bank teller).

Training doesn’t happen once every three years when some eager-to-please new boss decides knowledge is important. Training is legendary in Ogilvy. If you were lucky enough to be selected for the prestigious Ogilvy University, you would be shipped off for weeks, removed from any form of distraction – that includes pesky clients, which your immediate boss will have to deal with in your absence. Having been an alumnus of Ogilvy University, I do strongly believe no other form of employee training from anywhere else will ever match up.

Needless to say, resigning from Ogilvy was the toughest decision I’ve ever had to make. So why did I do it?

The entrepreneurial part of me has always wanted to run my own boutique agency (I know, it is a godawful description, but it’s not my fault incompetent self-proclaimed social media experts abuse that term just because they know how to blog) but I was comfortable. Too comfortable perhaps. The pay was respectable, the office is gorgeous, and most importantly, I had an endless supply of gourmet coffee from the superb in-house barista.

The week my dad was diagnosed with a tumour in his brain was the same week I handled in my resignation letter. There are bills that need to be paid. There are responsibilities one needs to undertake, regardless of how much one dislikes her father. To put it simply, my life is not just mine anymore.

GOODSTUPH*, my one-woman social influence studio, is the dream I’ve always had but failed to deliver due to my reluctance to leave my comfort zone. I needed to be pushed, and ha, the push was huge alright – 2cm in size to be precise, with a deadline. I’m known for my passion in the industry, but boy, the flame has never burned this violently ever. When you’re living your life for more than yourself, you think, feel, and work differently. Yes, my dear reader, GOODSTUPH is definitely gonna come your way. I will be doing what I’ve always been doing – digital marketing/ social media marketing/ influence marketing/ whatever you want to call it, but on my own. It’s scary no doubt, but hey, like my top-notch lobbyist of an aunt would say, “Suck it up and get with the programme”.

I cannot say I’m at my happiest at this point of my life, for more reasons I will not reveal, but it comforts me to know that everything happen for a reason, and somehow, everything will work out fine in God’s hands.

Really, you’re not reading this wrong. Pat Law has acknowledged God and the power of Faith on her blog for the first time.

I’m obscenely vain and obsessively anal about perfection. Nothing goes out the door unless I’m guaranteed your first response would be GOODSTUPH. More news to come about GOODSTUPH in due time.

P.S. Pardon how primitive my Under Construction page is. I churned it out in 30 minutes, just in the nick of time before exchanging business cards with Marc Ecko.

This exclusive invite has just came in, and I’m stoked! YOU powered by Citi is a one-of-a-kind carnival of interactive fun and entertainment, happening this weekend and I’d be there playing them games! Knowing someone who knows someone who is organising the event, I understand that each attendee of this invite-only event will be given 100 credits in their individual cards to experience the world of Citibank absolutely complimentary.

And here’s more – if you’re a blogger, and you’re interested in hanging out with me at the event (yes, lets), email Ling at ling@fly.com.sg and request for an invite! HURRY! You have now, til 12 March, Friday, 1800h.

Details of the event is as follow:

Dates: 13 March – 14 March 2010
Venue: Civic Plaza, Ngee Ann City

See you when I see you.

My boi, eeshaun, almost needs no introduction. A well-established artist in the region, eeshaun has the likes of 20/20 BASE, Venice Architectural Biennale 2008, adidas, Hewlett-Packard, Singapore Land Transport Authority, and nearly any other brand that is cool enough, on his colorful resume.

Anything Also Anyhow is eeshaun’s second solo art exhibition (about time, brother), and it happens this Friday. Details are as follow:

Date: Friday, 12 March 2010
Time: 1900h – 2130h
Venue: ActuallyActually, 16A Purvis Street