Showing posts with label Coca Cola. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Coca Cola. Show all posts

Friday, December 4, 2009

Face OFF???



OMGZ! It's true, Coke zero in a brilliant marketing tool has decided to bring together doppelgangers from all over the world.
What does that mean, say you?
What it means is that you can go through the Coke Zero website, then connect through Facebook (in a do you trust this app way? where you have to ask yourself what Coke Zero is getting out of it, and the answer is probably valuable consumer info and insight, but who knows?) where they then go through all the hundreds of other people who trust the Coca Cola corporation (naive, but sweet) and they show you your Doppelganger.



Now I have seen doppelgangers of most of my friends, but said friends are usually far away and don't get to see the evil (or sometimes good) version of themselves. This allows you to not just stare awe-struck into the face of someone that looks like you, but allows you to strike up a conversation, talking about how you guys look the same.
I haven't actually done this yet, because I am certain that if I met or even gazed at the countenance of my double, the world would end. And it's so not 2012 yet.
But still, the fact that I can do this, scares me. The wonderful power of the internet, and companies with disparate websites that have nothing to do with coca-cola.

-Kastoory

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

My Unlikely Icon



When I visited Vegas for a wedding two weeks ago, I got a chance to meet my own, personal icon: the Coca Cola polar bear.

I was walking along the strip, looking for an attraction other than Casino bells and whistles, when I saw a giant, green glass bottle announcing the entrance to Coke World. I went inside to check out old billboards made into MP3 cases and notebooks, soda tabs transformed into pocketbooks. As I turned to leave, I saw a flash of unmistakable white fur. I gasped and grabbed my friend Rosary’s wrist. “That’s him! That’s the Coca Cola polar bear!!”

It was all I could do to keep from jumping up and down. When Rosary suggested I take a picture with him, I started in shock. It was more than I ever dared hope for. Taking a deep breath, I approached.
“Hi, Mr. Bear. I know you must get it all the time, but I just have to say you’re my favorite company mascot. I love your commercial work.”
He batted his big, brown mechanical eyes and I was a goner. We hugged for a picture, and the perfect gentleman among bears, he kissed my hand before we left.

Sadly, my bear and I haven’t had any contact since. But we’ll always have Vegas.

-Carly Okyle