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Blazing new trails

Today I discovered this letter, written by a young, offbeat American copywriter sixty-odd years ago. I wanted to post a couple of sentences of it here. I found myself highlighting one paragraph, then the next, and ended up copying the whole thing. It’s so well written, and sums up pretty much everything I’ve been thinking about creativity and advertising since last summer.

May 15, 1947

Dear ___________:

Our agency is getting big. That’s something to be happy about. But it’s something to worry about, too, and I don’t mind telling you I’m damned worried. I’m worried that we’re going to fall into the trap of bigness, that we’re going to worship techniques instead of substance, that we’re going to follow history instead of making it, that we’re going to be drowned by superficialities instead of buoyed up by solid fundamentals. I’m worried lest hardening of the creative arteries begins to set in.

There are a lot of great technicians in advertising. And unfortunately they talk the best game. They know all the rules. They can tell you that people in an ad will get you greater readership. They can tell you that a sentence should be this short or that long. They can tell you that body copy should be broken up for easier reading. They can give you fact after fact after fact. They are the scientists of advertising. But there’s one little rub. Advertising is fundamentally persuasion and persuasion happens to be not a science, but an art.

It’s that creative spark that I’m so jealous of for our agency and that I am so desperately fearful of losing. I don’t want academicians. I don’t want scientists. I don’t want people who do the right things. I want people who do inspiring things.

In the past year I must have interviewed about 80 people – writers and artists. Many of them were from the so-called giants of the agency field. It was appalling to see how few of these people were genuinely creative. Sure, they had advertising know-how. Yes, they were up on advertising technique.

But look beneath the technique and what did you find? A sameness, a mental weariness, a mediocrity of ideas. But they could defend every ad on the basis that it obeyed the rules of advertising. It was like worshiping a ritual instead of the God.

All this is not to say that technique is unimportant. Superior technical skill will make a good man better. But the danger is a preoccupation with technical skill or the mistaking of technical skill for creative ability.

The danger lies in the temptation to buy routinized men who have a formula for advertising. The danger lies in the natural tendency to go after tried-and-true talent that will not make us stand out in competition but rather make us look like all the others.

If we are to advance we must emerge as a distinctive personality. We must develop our own philosophy and not have the advertising philosophy of others imposed on us.

Let us blaze new trails. Let us prove to the world that good taste, good art, and good writing can be good selling.

Respectfully,
Bill Bernbach

Excerpted from “Bill Bernbach’s Book: A History of Advertising That Changed the History of Advertising” © by Evelyn Bernbach and Bob Levenson.

Resurrection

I’ve decided to attempt to bring this blog back to life again. Exciting as it may be there is only so much I can write about photography, and I doubt anyone is as interested in it as I am in any case. Instead I’m going to take a more open approach and scratch around for something else worth writing about.

This is a frightening prospect as it will make me vulnerable to a whole new arena of criticism. There are so many people out there that have so much more authority than me. Still, writing about topics that people can relate to is more in the libelous, gossip-ridden, cathartic spririt of blogging than what I was doing before, so I’m going to stop worrying about it so much and take the plunge.

Life and things


br 15, originally uploaded by crumplestiltskin.

Sometimes I just feel like part of the scenery. How can you engage with the world when you are the world? How can something physical capture anything more than the physical?

In the world, life and objects meet, interact, happen. In a picture, life can never exist. Everything is an object, for everything is colours and lines on a 5×7′ piece of glossy paper.

I touch my desk, a book, a mug of tea. I’m alive, moving, choosing. I am me, rippling and humming with facets. But in a photograph I’m just as static and inhuman as any object. All flat in lines and a present past. All dead but seeming real. And there’s half a heartbeat of me, with that thought in my head, words frozen mid-flow in the space of my mind like juggling balls. Feeling angry, disappointed, satisfied, deceptive, victorious? You’d never know if I was one or none or all of them at once; I’m not just alive, I’m beyond alive, unreachable, unseeable, unthingable.


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Nice and easy

Green and orange

Awkward scraping

Paint coming off in sheets

Two inches deep

More dust falls out

And it all falls out

Poke

Appears to be filled with damp plaster dust

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