Kaffè - promotion with a disputable name and line

SLMC is promoting its Kaffè iced coffee. Who? Well, the Pepsi logo next to SLMC is both a giveaway and a stamp of credibility - even if since Kaffè is not owned by Pepsi this remains legally murky (yes SLMC has the exclusive bottling rights to Pepsi and with Coca-Cola out of the Lebanese market again - here - Pepsi has the dominance of the market once more). Now, whereas I have no issue with a Lebanese-bottled iced coffee, by problem is elsewhere. Kaffè already exists just ask google. And yes, it exits in coffee related products. So if SLMC has trademarked the name locally inserting this on any search engine leads you nowhere. The other problem? What kind of headline (or is it selling line?) is this! Kaffeyneha. 

First, the explanation. It is - greedy creative smile - derived from the name Kaffè (yes, genius, I know - sarcastic sigh). But if you say Kaffeyneha in Arabic is means "we continued what we were doing previously". Yes, I know. Corny. To say the least. Here it is, an ad that refers to something that happened after something else we have no idea what it is. Now, in case you do not know ABBA has a wonderful song "the day before you came" where, yes, they recount what happened before the fatidic meeting without saying what happened on that specific day. But that, is the poetic genius of Bjorn Ulvaeus. The problem here, is that I am being teased (not very smartly) about something that is ongoing, with no hint as to what it is.

It has been brought to my attention that perhaps "Kaffeyneha" is a way for SLMC to say they are now into other areas apart from colas, juice (Tropicana, Mr. Juicy), and water (aquafina). But again this brings us back to the shady legal area of including the Pepsi logo in the ad, especially, as I said that Pepsico does not own Kaffè.

And no, please don't anyone tell me that this is a "verb" that will replace brand name, and will conquer the Lebanese market (basically, the youth), who will use it for all future references to iced coffee. Chill. No pun intended.

Rima Rahbani is right, Ziad does not need any further tributes

Artwork by Tarek Chemaly part of the collective memory as national identity series

When Ziad Rahbani passed away, and later Hali, both being sons of the legendary Fairouz (note, Fairouz also lost her daughter Layal in 1988), there was a new appreciation for Rima Rahbani and the role she played with her mother, protecting her privacy at all costs. At first, Rima was seen as "isolating" and "controlling" her mother's presence and image respectively. But the condolences - the very public, star-heavy one for Ziad, and the more private one for Hali - showed a different image. A daughter fiercely protective of her (let's face it) aging mother.

Sure, Rima is very vocal - insulting, harsh and brash - in her social media posts. It does not help that there is a major infighting among the family - specially the cousins (meaning heirs of Assi - now only Rima being alive - and heirs of Mansour) as to the ownership of the vast works present in the archive of what was billed "Rahbani brothers" which are fiercely incrusted in the Lebanese memory with the (mainly) Fairouz voice fronting their works. There were other singers to be precise - Hoda (Fairouz's sister) or later Ronza but none managed to hold a candle to the incomparable Fairouz.

Tomorrow marks the first commemoration of Ziad Rahbani's passing. I shall let other people be sycophants about him and his works (surely, I am a fan, but to me the music trumps all his plays that everyone speaks of). And Rima Rahbani, via her ever present lawyer, issued a major warning. There will be no tributes to Ziad. For her, people selling tickets, telling stories which may or may not be correct, using the name and the likeness are all no-nos. It is to note that yes, Rima did admit that at a certain point Ziad has a major falling out with his mother and her as well in the past (note, "Kifak Inta" was literally about what Fairouz said to him when he met her by accident at the gate of a building), but she (Rima) maintains it happens in all families and this does not give anyone a free pass to use and abuse of her late brother's name.

Thing is? I agree. But maybe not for the same reasons. Is Ziad Rahbani a legend? Is the Pope Catholic? Exactly. When my cousin smuggled the tape of "Ana Mish Kafer" from West Beirut during the war to us, listening to these songs was someone opening an elevator shaft in my mind. Brilliant lyrics, music that takes you to unconventional places, enough words to give the meaning without over doing things. But I digress. What I am saying is - Ziad does not need any of this.

The proof is that when he died there was such an outpour of genuine grief in the Arab world and in the diaspora as well, people were actually sending me messages of condolences. Note, I am not related to the family, nor am I a super-fan who can recite his plays by heart, but by virtue of being Lebanese and in Lebanon, people assuming I must be in deep mourning.

All of this is to say, that yes, Ziad - whose first commemoration of passing is tomorrow July 26, does not need any of the tributes people tried to milk out his name. Heck, he hated when people recognized him on the street and asked to greet him or for a selfie or what not. Want to honor Ziad? Cool. Keep listening to his works. Even if the plays are not my thing, the breathtaking "El Bosta" (here) sends me in an emotional uplifting frenzy every time I listen to it.

Rima is right, away from the legal angle she used, Ziad does not need your tributes.

Clear - riding the football wave

Well, apparently this has been cooking for a while. With influencers (please, no!) being sent to the attend football matches and all. Still, personal aversions aside, Clear wanted to be part of the game and got it. Football references, yet also dandruff allusions at the same time might not be the most potent mix, but here it is - "keep the falls on the pitch". Well, if Rexona (official sponsor mind you, just like Clear) can put its logo under the armpits of referees because duh, this is where you sweat most, then why can't Clear wink on the theatrical way players fall during games (look closely on the shirt in the ad)?

Yes, football season is done and dusted, but still, one can always dip ads in the cause du jour. Also note that that Clear is the "official enemy of dandruff" - just in case there was any doubt.

Lebanon and the fallacy of good news

Artwork by Tarek Chemaly

Forget the extremely intelligent, even-handed, objective and as usual incredibly smart analysis by Mohammad Ibrahim Fheili, who completely nailed it (which he always does) - here. Realists have no place in Lebanon, they are called defeatists. And yes, I have been called so before many times - among other meaner, harsher, less impolite words (but that's a different story for a different blog post). But here's the thing, Lebanese people may be sectarian, divided, hold deep hatred towards each other, but each of them is - within his/her own logic - incredibly optimistic (see here for a sample).

But the Lebanese need any good news coming their way. Not matter if true or not. We are not doing well no matter whose side of the events you hear, because everyone is now hyping their own (fan) base and trying to tell them that they were right all along, and victorious all along the way, and that their (ever-shifting dogma and alliances) were the real and correct ones since time immemorial. Remind me of this in the next parliamentary elections please.

But it's summer and AC bills are killing everyone, the political climate is suffocating, no one knows who or what is responsible for anything. A lot of things go unsigned in ministries, logistics are hanging by a thread, no one is confronting their inner trauma but again - this is why everyone is desperate for a win. Somewhere, somehow. Direct flights (or talks of them) resuming between Lebanon and the US are one such consequence.

And our president being in the US and hosted by their president seems to be the perfect opportunity for that. Optics are everything and we Lebanese are very good at twisting them the way we want. I said it before and will say it again, Bill Farrell did utter "there's no truth in Beirut, only versions" (please note this has inspired by installation "no truce in Beirut, only virgins" - here).

In Lebanon, football is a religion that transcends religion

These words I wrote date back to October 22, 2022 (here):

"Sometime in 1993, at AUB, I pretended to be interested in football. It was a Monday, and for some obscure reason, I knew Ansar had a match during the weekend, and so I asked "so what did Ansar do?" - my friend - a bit incredulous at my knowledge - answered back "they won 2-0". Then a light went up and I remembered that someone else told me they were watching a Safa match during the weekend, so I pushed my luck and asked again "and what did Safa do?" - this is when my friend cocked his head in exasperation and said - "Tarek, they were playing against Ansar!".

And this ended my pretention knowing anything about football. Until I was branded non-feminist (I am still reeling for this!) for commenting on the ad for Le Mall which dates back to 2010 when Le Mall had a series of ads for women and football. Just to be clear I had to google Mannschaft to understand the joke in the ad." (here)

If I am repeating these words that is because in Lebanon, there is religion, and football religion. Whereas sects, and then religions (the first comes before the latter) are able to unify people against one another (tried and tested, just look at current Lebanon or at any part of its past - starting from the city-states that the Greek labelled Phoenicia as a hodge-podge lump-sum) and flame the deep hatred people can have for one another based precisely on which interpretation of the "deity" they belong to.

And then there's football. A cross-over, all-encompassing, parasol-agglomerating "faith" capable of transcending that small detail as to which denomination of "God/Allah" you were born under. To be clear, there are many small fandoms. But the Brazil-Germany rivalry (more like total and complete hatred) runs very deep. Sure, you have splinters of "les Bleus" (France), some Argentina fans (put that under Messi lovers), oddly very few Portugal supporters (I guess the Ronaldo effect did not encompass love for a whole nation), and perhaps there are others (never seen any England fans truth be told anywhere, and despite the current craze about Erling Haaland, Norway is still shy from being a sensation anywhere).

So to go back to the original thesis, yes, football can create interlaps where religion cannot. Also, this is perhaps - other than politics and elections - where the notion of "the enemy of my enemy is my friend" applies to a T. Let's be honest Paraguay is not high on top of anyone's fandom this World Cup. But who eliminated Germany? Paraguay. By pure sheer twisted logic, any Brazilian fan becomes a Paraguay supporter. Conversely who is enamored by Croatia? German fans obviously - same reasoning - it threw Brazil out of the tournament.

Now of course, what I described above is an understatement. The convoys led by Brazilian fans with a huge coffin baring the German flag when Germany lost, or the humongous Brazilian flag which covers a complete street as it is drawn between two opposing buildings (with the help of a truck-mounted lift, borrowed from the man who has the diesel generator in the street or from the cousin who works at the municipality outright) or the car with a decal of the Portuguese flag on its hood are much more indicative of the magnitude of the fandom.

It is Liverpool FC manager Bill Shankly who famously said, "Some people believe football is a matter of life and death, I am very disappointed with that attitude. I can assure you it is much, much more important than that." 

And also to quote the same club (after the Gerry & The Pacemakers) song (funnily popularized by the same Mister Shankly) "you'll never walk alone". This World Cup, no respectable German or Brazilian fan will have to bow out alone. This being said:

¡Felicidades, campeones!

ArcheWALLogy Bata - #flashback

In case you do not know, I have "invented" a new discipline back in 2009. The name is "archeWALLogy". Basically it is about studying the cities through the strata of their walls. Please feel free to visit the series in full here. The ad above (read the story below) has been slightly modified today. But otherwise please read its beautiful tale underneath.
The text dates back to the 6th of May, 2013:

Always at the forefront of scientific breakthroughs in the world of ArcheWALLogy, I am proud to announce you their major new find. Situated in the building near the bridge which gets you from Dora to Karantina (beneath the bridge in the alley taken to join Bourj Hammoud). The wall in question had a Bata ad on it from as far back as the 70s but its current condition is practically unreadable leaving little clues as to its original state.

However, after much research as to Bata's advertising from the era, including color codes and logos, we were able to trace back the original design which was now hidden under layers of paint. damaged by exposure to the elements and even has one stencil on it. With this new discovery, we are glad to be - once more - pioneers in the field of archeWALLogical excavation and restoration.

Pikasso - 40 years of "Jaune et Partout"

Ah Pikasso. "Jaune et Partout". Yellow and everywhere. 1986. In a Lebanon still reeling in war. Then these came out of nowhere. Yellow billboards. As their selling line went "yellow and everywhere". Truth be told a lot of people never went to "the other side" (be it Eastern/Western Beirut, depending where you were). But again, there it was, once more. Unmissable, organized, striking, those of us in the business would later learn that it was all orchestrated by Antonio Vincenti. As time went on, Pikasso would expand not just in Lebanon but internationally as well. Think Jordan, Armenia, Algeria, Tunisia, Morocco, Ivory Coast, Mali, Senegal, and Italy. Whether Pikasso d'Or - the yearly award they initiated - was truly up to the hype is a different question altogether. But the power of their yellow has been dominant for 40 years. Here's to 40 more.

La Dolce Fiat - Italian "estate" with a pool accent

The 500e (cinquecento in Italian), the 600 hybrid (seicento!), and Topolino (yes, that is the same in Italian, thank you) just went to the pool to celebrate the Italian "estate" (that is summer for you!) at the most Iconic ones in Beirut. Test drives on the outside, Italian Dolce Vita on the inside. These cars, not only breathe summer, but define it altogether. Sun, sea, waves, tans, and shopping at the rinascente for the essentials. Fine, omit that last one, but the full effect is still here. Insert the unmissiable "Volare" as it blares from the speakers and you have your summer ready-made courtesy of Fiat. Interestingly, in Lebanon Dolce Vita is rare, but one can create it - with the help of a Fiat. Top everything with those incredible hats... and refresh with branded water and an espresso cup designed just for the occasion.

Allo Beirut? The line is dead.

So it seems Allo Beirut has closed its doors. To be clear, I rarely go out. If I ever do, I have specific jaunts I frequent (mostly Le Chef in Gemmayze). So it is not like speaking from experience, but to requote Ibn Nabata Al Saadi "تعددت الأسباب والموت واحد" (the reasons are varied but death is one and the same). According to Alaa Shalak (here) "I used to direct this brand in the UAE for 5 years, we made a great success story. The moment they landed in Hamra, I saw this coming. I live in Hamra and I know how it works. Almost 1.5 to 2 Million Dollars of investment can’t be done in Hamra! No parkings, demographics have changed, no tourism. Add to that, taste didn’t match UAE and the pricing strategy???? No comment!!"

Ali Atwi, Bakar Mohamad, Sam Shouman, and JC Abi Saab (here) all agreed on the same angle: The food left much to be desired. Each experessed in a different way, but the end result is still that the food was definately not up to standards. For Mohamad Haidar (here), "I barely saw any digital marketing. No remarketing. No performance campaigns that followed me around. No strong reason to order online. No aggressive customer acquisition. In nearly two years, I was never convinced to try it once."

In an excellent analysis Hussein Daaboul (here) raises a different angle: "Allo Beirut just opened in Hamra, right at the end of Barbar's street in Beirut. It seemed like a rematch (editor's note: Between Barbar and Allo Beirut as it shall be clear later in the article) But it isn't one because the fight that made Allo Beirut in Dubai isn't the fight it's walking into in Beirut. Bringing a Lebanese brand back to Lebanon from abroad is one of the hardest moves in this industry. Local brand equity here takes generations, not campaigns. And I've already seen Allo Beirut's Dubai-facing messaging built for the Lebanese expat abroad placed on billboards in Beirut."

Mohamad Haidar adds, "(b)ut I think the biggest strategic mistake was choosing to compete in Hamra, where Barbar already owns the category. Barbar isn’t just another restaurant it’s a generational brand. People don’t go to Hamra thinking, “Where should I eat?” They already know where they’re going."

Mohammad Abdelrahaman adds (here) "(a)nother issue is that they didn't have any clear portfolio of what they specialise in, or who their targeted customers were. Yes it's true that barbar sells everything, but they have that compartmentalized into 4 different store fronts. Unlike Allo Beirut which was trying to sell everything to everyone from a single store front."

Do note, that according to Daaboul, Barbar did open in the UAE one block from Allo Beirut, with a "majority (of) non-Lebanese customer base." But of course, the difference is that Barbar in Beirut is a famed institution across many generations of customers. Actually, rumor had it that armed forces used to do everything in their possibility to serve in the area of Barbar so much the appeal was strong. Whereas Allo Beirut was a chain that started outside of Lebanon and was trying to find its footing here - which as we know by now, did not happen.

Between location, taste (or lack of it), the unmistakable presence of Barbar, lack of marketing strategy, and doing a very early victory lap, the Allo Beirut adventure only lasted since October 27th 2025 till June 10th 2026. A huge investment that came to naught in the end.

The faster pace of advertising goes bothways

Re-O-Vac slogan from my collective memory series celebrating collective memory

Whereas I am talking about the Lebanese advertising scene, this could apply anywhere. Did you know that the same commercial on Lebanese TV could run for 3-4 years. No, no, I am serious. Yes? Re-O-Vac? AF7? Alico? This is how these ads became staples in our collective and individual memories. As I look back at them (and now they are present everywhere on the net) I cannot deny their charms, but as Ghida Younes asked me back when she was hosting "baddak totla3 3al television?" as to why we remember them fondly even though they were not "award-winning" (ughh that word, again!), it is because we do not remember the ads per se, we remember what they remind us of.

"Picture it" no, not Sicily 1922 to misquote Sofia Petrillo, but Beirut (insert any date - which most likely coincides with the 1975-1990 war), no matter which shelter or political/geographical side you were on, you saw, repeatedly, the same ads over and over again. The frequency of the media buy must have coincided with "anything" happening in your life. The timeless Ghantous w Bou Raad jingle - which again ran so long that when Voix du Liban (Sawt Lebnan) initiated its "greatest radio ad" competition, it made it "hors concours" as people voted for it year after year - was there when you fell in love with that girl having coffee at the neighbours, when your child was born, or when the major explosion happened which may have killed a dear person in your orbit, or more luckily that you have survived miraculously because you decided to leave the balcony and go inside to drink. No, all of these are not invented, but I am pulling all these events from lived-in situations or what we call in the advertising world "slice of life".

They happened. And they happened to people I know. Perhaps the immediacy of the remembrance might not be there, but it is authentic and correct this much I assure you. But all this is linked to longevity, the same ads running over and over. Kronenbourg Beer, which apparently still exists in Lebanon, will always be linked to that day when my village was bombed constantly during the war and we hid - along with cousins - in the small bedroom in the house all the day. Sure, Kronenbourg ads ended up vanishing but not after taking the enormous space they occupied prior on the airwaves.

Today, the whole landscape is different. A campaign is lucky to make it to four months before vanishing. Newness, immediacy, and otherwise built-in obsolescence is at the heart of the advertising/marketing industry. "On to the next" as the late Karl Lagerfeld would say once a fashion show ended. Immediately, there is something "fresher", "industry-shattering", "people-grabbing", "talk of the town material", and here I am repeating those hollow words that get churned in press releases which get thrown at us from agencies left and right. Perhaps they believe what they say, perhaps they are desperate.

At around Christmas 2024, an agency sent me an ad. One of those run-of-the-mill things. The PR girl said "this is an important one, don't miss on it, people will remember it years from now". I emailed literally saying the ad is boring and it will be forgotten once people glance on it. I was indeed right. But all of these "activations", "campaigns", or whatever format everyone keeps producing, are going down the drain.

Is it because people now want "fast things"? Is it because clients are running after "relevancy" and "coolness"? Is it because because ad agencies are trying to justify exorbitant budgets or retainers? It could be any of those, or all of them. But the end output is the same.

Now - let me ask you an existential question - and this, sorry for my non-Lebanese readers - is quite specific to my compatriots...

شو بطاريتك؟

Roadster x Doritos - great partnership for an underwhelming ad

Roadster, the Lebanese diner which has expanded to the UAE is so mighty it has partnered with Doritos - I have seen two ads (the burger one above and the chicken fingers here). Here are some not-so-good earlier iterations of Roadster - here and here, there were some better attempts here and here, but there are times where one feels... They're not even trying. And the Doritos match up seems to fall in that vein. I mean, "Doritos, the loudest taste on earth", yes, that Doritos. And all they came up with is some unappetizing visuals, which don't exactly scream "huge collab between local and international brand". So if I wasn't so focused on the advertising scene all this could have fell through the cracks.

RC vs Pepsi #compareandcontrast

OK, no one is guilty in this. Both brands used "mal3abna" (our playfield) - but because the campaigns are simultaneous, and because it takes forever for brands and their ad agencies and their management to agree on anything, this means all this has been stewing very calmly for a while and sadly came to fruition at the same time. either of the two brands could have retracted and change but now it is too late as their campaigns (obviously for the World Cup) have been revealed. As the saying goes "great minds think alike, and fools seldom differ). Both went for the lowest common denominator.

Did Medco decode Lebanon better than anyone?

Medco might be your petrol station, but in the words of the inimitable Garrison Keillor it seems it has inhabited "driveway philosophers" because Medco suddenly seems inspired enough to decode Lebanon, and even better, decode it more thoughtfully than anyone else. Long time ago, a student of mine wanted to rebrand Lebanon, and after brainstorming we came up with the line "the essential is invisible to the eye" (yes, I know, taken from The Little Prince by St. Exupery). But there it is again, Lebanon - according to Medco - is not a country that is "understood" but is "to be lived". Sunday with the family, where is the party tonight (kids are at my mother's), Come spend the weekend, We're off to the village, Grandma has done kebbe, Are we going up the mountain or down to the sea?, the smell of the grilled meat on Sunday, The smell of the sea. The problem? They all make sense and are true and correct. Suddenly, everyone comes into the picture regardless of political differences and socio-economic disparities. And that too is tried and tested. So indeed, you can't explain that, but you totally can live it.

Gipsy, explaining water with water

When someone does a bad job at explaining something and goes back from the start, the Arabic term is "فسر الماء بالماء" - he explained water with water. Gypsy from Sanita? "Why bamboo because bamboo". Three adult, smart, educated people tried to decode this over coffee and failed. Miserably failed, none of us understood it. So honestly, it is a riddle - even worse than those of Malik's (here) - because this one reminded me of deconstructivist philosophy or just one of those questions that can only make sense to a 5-year old at the end of a summer day. Whichever of the two, I still think there is something completely wrong there. Unfortunately, the original idea is very smart - instead of Gipsy being made from trees, it is made of bamboo which means it is ecofriendly - interestingly on their Instagram the original line is different "Why gipsy because bamboo" (here). Perhaps something was deeply lost in translation there.

Foody's goes back to the 90s

In the early to late 90s, a certain advertising agency was doing ads for a specific brand of Tuna. The jingle was was ridiculous, "X thon abiad, X ta3mo atiab" - X is a white tuna, X tastes better. The horrible part was not jingle - as bad as it was - but the "model" which was brought in. Obviously, she would "taste" the product and nod approvingly. Which brings us to Foody's a direct descendant of that ad. Two women, a blonde and a brunette obviously, each holding a product from the Foody's arsenal (Garden Peas and Crispy Chicken Strips - do have a look at their other products here) with the line "keep an eye on Foody's". From what I am gathering this must be in the frozen section of the supermarket. Considering I go there and pick products without even looking at the brand, maybe, just maybe, next time I will keep and eye on Foody's. No promises though.

Deek Duke apparently had a better one for Jounieh opening.

Remember that one with Deek Duke opening in Jounieh? (here). Ali Agha had his very interesting take on it here. Well, here's another ad, with the copy being witty and the visual always childish. "kif el jaw bil 09?" as I explained prior 09 is the Kesserwan area where Jounieh is. Also jaw is both "ambiance" and "air", with the visual mention of the cable cars (teleferique) taking you from Jounieh to the statue of the Virgin Mary (the Harissa monastry), the double meaning is quite lovely. Pity they had to ruin everything with those silly chicken illustrations.

Deek Duke Jounieh - one part works the other not

I shall start with the visual which I dislike intensely. I hate what they have done since the rebranding. Also "Habibi come to" is nice slang but now the hype over the sentence has died down long ago so it's really dépassé  at this point. But well, better late than never I presume. I do love the 09 - the Kesserwan phone code in Lebanon (where Jounieh is, for anyone not understanding). An internal gimmick only the Lebanese will understand. On the whole the ad is nice within its context, but it will take me much convincing to like that new visual they are adopting.

What links Cannes Lions to the MGM Lion?

Cannes. Oh heaven help us. Cannes. No I never attended, but I am still underwhelmed. Here's the issue - it is boring. Everything is a performative spectacle. And yes, this year we had more Arab "representation" across the board, from juries to winners to attendees to whatever have you which sent the frenzy on turbo mode. And I am still underwhelmed.

OK, I know what you are thinking, if you never attended, never had your ad compete, never won, how come the cynicism? Well, because, and here I go back to the words of the incredible adman Farid Chehab, "before there used to be three categories in Cannes, now everyone goes back with a consolation prize". I am not inventing gunpowder when I say that most ad people are just a bunch of egocentric bunch, or that there were a lot of entries which never got signed by the client, or that were winners which were literally a copy of previous winners from years past, or many other gripes.

As a full disclosure I have been a juror at the Epica Awards since 2016. The difference is that Epica is only judged by journalists. We don't have a dog in the game, all we want is just to reward the most rewardable ad even if it goes against the grain. 

But now my Linkedin is full to the brim with pictures and people on the Croisette, doing all those fancy things linen-clad and espadrilles-wearing people do which included a lot of wine, hey even Tahab Rais published a full essay about what to do when you are a Muslim and non-wine drinker. And all of this makes me sigh. A gigantic echo chamber which is good for the ego, and the tan.

This year there was even a marketing debate between Mark Riston and Byron Sharp which attempted to reinvent the wheel about the basics of marketing. Thank you Quirino Malendrino for setting things right and being the voice of reason (here).

And I still do not think all this is worth it. You got your awards? Good. Did you sell? Did you make life easier for the consumer? Did you improve society? I dare think you did not. I can still be convinced, but I come from a very wary and skeptical mindset. 

No matter, at least the whole brouhaha now went down. Of course, Cannes Lions reminds me of a different and quite as famous other Lion. The MGM mascot. Here's the deal, the MGM Lion roar you hear on that very famous opening? Well, that was a tiger's roar dubbed over it. So perhaps this whole Lions thing is just play-pretend after all.

What's wrong with being old school?

Artwork by Tarek Chemaly (2020)

In 2013, when the now defunkt Cloud 961 magazine held their online awards, apparently I was one of the nominees (spoiler alert: I did not win), but the funny part is that their "editor in chief", the famously bowtie clad arrogant youth, said of me "washed up advertiser turned blogger". Very lately, someone who is in his late 20s said that I was "too agency-centric" and that if I was "smarter and more creative" I would have understood his ads (which mind you are just Behance projects not paid-for by any client or agency). Well, in a major case of IYKYK (If You Know You Know) I am not going to go back to my career and the exciting moments I have lived, and still hope to live again, albeit differently. But all of this makes me think - every decade we used to have titles such as "advertising is dead, a new advertising is born" or "this will change advertising forever" etc... Then the timeline grew shorter to half a decade, then two years, now every other couple of month there are seismic shifts apparently in the industry. Apparently that is.

Of course, if "you can't teach old dogs new tricks", then yes I still use Paintbrush to do my artwork (and one of the most frequent questions I get asked is "what effect on photoshop/illustrator/etc... did you use to get that effect?"). Oh and because I write almost daily, word software is still word software. Now mind you I also analyze daily but cannot recall the last time I downloaded the brain software update. Again, lately someone mentioned that there is a "generational gap", which mind you I still have not noticed. Not because I don't use the latest upgrade on the AI model (hint: Claude is the name of someone I knew at school, nothing else), or follow the newest microtrend as suggested by Tiktok (another hint: I don't have Tiktok), and the list continues.

Well, I am a self-confessed luddite, way before "digital detox" became a fad. Yet, here we are - to misquote that old cooking show with Yan, "If I can blog, so can you". So, what I am harping at here? People, I am indeed old school, but so is advertising. The fundamentals are immutable. The tools change. In the words of the great late Vahe Ashkarian who was one of my teachers at AUB, "I don't know how to use a computer, but I know what a computer does", so yes, I have not used AI nor am I interested to, but I know what it does and I know what it can - and cannot - get me.

Maybe just maybe, old school is here for long run.

Farrouj Al Shams takes "everyone" too literally

Farrouj Al Shams wants to know that "the sun brings everyone together". You know because Al Shams is the sun. Now if you did not get the message from the copy, try the assembled people on the table instead. Bar a veiled lady somewhere (to indicate plurality of religions), anyone who is anyone is there. The cool leather jacket clad son (with sunglasses to match), the cute granddaughter sitting next to - well, the cute - grandfather, the mother and father both young and looking adoringly at their daughter (interesting there seems to be many seasons on the table due to variations in clothing), and then there's - who is this a daughter, an unmarried funky aunt, a wannabe Marilyn or 80s Madonna? See? I did tell you they assembled the whole gang of stereotypical characters with a lot of food (no alcohol in sight though), and - a bit of an off-angled roasted chicken. So here we are, everyone is everyone.