As many of you have noticed, I have been absent from this publication for some time now.
There was something that felt a little uninspiring about the "Young-Female-Millennial-Open-Book-Iowa-Writers-Workshop" voice I had going.
I'm not sure if many of you know, but I'm a Copywriter. I have been for the past five years. I don't particularly think it's an honorable job. In fact, a woman once called me a useless person in the comment section of a publication I do not want to name.
I want to start writing about advertising because I am unhappy with it. Sometimes, the stuff I encounter feels unremarkable. Other times, it doesn't even make sense. I consume paid media, wondering, "How did they end up here, and is this even performing?"
On that same note, I've found myself growing a hefty collection of old Playboy and Playgirl magazines–a project I took on as inspiration.
I looked at old ad campaigns, hoping it'd spark something in me. The way photographers and designers and anyone in between buy non-perverted coffee table books. However, I realized there was much more to them than fancy cigarette ads–fuzzy editorials and breathtaking illustrations, many of which aren't available in today's print media or anywhere, really.
For example, I found a horny playlist from 1973. Well, I found the advert and then I found the actual 8-Track cassette on eBay and after begging the seller to send me the track list (unfortunately, they only had tape one) I compiled it into a Spotify playlist here. Go crazy.
So, meet Brainwashed—a collection of Playboy and Playgirl scans, campaigns that leave me scratching my head, and the stuff I wish I'd written.
This means saying goodbye (not forever!) to my usual musings on love and limerence and self-loading, but I hope you'll stick around.
As always, thank you for reading.
Ana
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