No joke, it reminds me of those promos professional wrestlers (WWE) who played heels/"bad guys" would cut for no other reason that to show, hilariously, how exaggeratedly douchey their personas can be.
Perusing industry news at work often leads to some strange, strange stuff.
Exhibit 1: Diesel promo for helmets. Includes a very un-PC moment that may surprise American viewers a bit -- then again, considering that Diesel's print ads feature anything from a bald fat guy licking a model's sneakered foot to a mostly-naked dude with a stuffed kitten in his briefs, an idea like this isn't so much of a stretch.
Also, because I can't seem to stop listening to "Baby By Me" -- only for the synth sounds in the background, mind you -- here's Fiddy teaming up with Steve Nash in a pretty funny Vitamin Water promo.
See how many you manage to recognize -- without cheating by checking the picture file name.
Productive day today -- civil service exam, license renewed, and a few more extra hours in the afternoon to enjoy away from work. Kinda like a 2.25-day weekend, hah.
I'll close with this for the haters -- say what you will about his filter (or, lack thereof), but no matter how much he stunts, there's no denying that he puts in work.
Take 1 part of the worst of early-millennial, trashy-materialism hip-hop, add 1 part Christian metalcore/screamo? band, and you get...a most "inconceivable!" combination.
Been listening on this one for a while...haven't been to LA in some time, but this song, to me, captures the mystique of it all, the vague patheticness of standing in lines and waiting rooms to pitch headshots to crap-shoot gigs, the heat, the knowing, doomed, world-weariness that completes so many people's sense of what it's all about.
Apparently, this 88 Keys guy -- Brooklynite musician, Kanye collaborator, and self-proclaimed "Lo-Head" has worn nothing but RL Polo blue label for something like 8 years.
...needless to say, I feel much better about my RL obsession now.
Finals are a strange time at this university. Yeah, you have to study hardcore to get those A's...but after classes end, it feels like you might as well be on break already. And while myself and everyone I told dreaded the triple-up of exams I had Tuesday, I can honestly say that it was better that way.
Friday the 12th I interviewed for a part-time Research Analyst position right here in town...finally, a chance to test-drive my heavily-altered H&M-made midnight-blue suit of armor. Save for the shoddy mirror...not one missed detail.
Not usually one for live music--most bands' live clips sound like a drunken karaoke version of their album--but the Killers show that same day was probably the most fun I've had in ages. And that's considering the weak seats I probably paid too much for....and the $8 drip of champagne I downed to numb my sciatic pains...point is, what phone-cam photos I did come away with do the place no justice. From the first row to the last, Brandon Flowers made you feel like you were on the stage with him, invincible to the world for those three and a half minutes of a song. Plus I really enjoyed their faux-encore moment--walking off and darkening the stage for about five minutes before coming back out for "Jenny Was a Friend of Mine"--the exact song I was thinking "man, they should've played..." about. Awesome.