First I was repulsed by this gay-for-yourself Dolce & Gabbana jewelry ad. I was less bothered by self-on-self make out sessions than by the glossy juvenile style, like they’d let a gifted 12-year-old homosexual create the commercial of their dreams. It left me with that “it can’t be for reals” feeling that Sarah Jessica Parker’s stumper of a perfume ad induced.
Then on Thanksgiving I started getting barraged by these Terry Richardson Belvedere Vodka ads with Nolita gargoyle Vincent Gallo crouching under a table. Eek. And they're frustratingly absent online as of this writing. It almost makes me long for the Art Institutes’s simplicity.
Now I’m waiting to see Dov Charney somehow involved with Dove’s Campaign for Real Women, and not just because they share three letters in common.
Is the ad online? When I click the link, I get to a site that features Gallo gargoyling for the camera (not an ad). It’s like a bad traffic accident, I know…
I think he’d be better matched as the (unwashed) spokeswhore for Gallo Wines.
RIP, Ernest and Julio….
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