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There is a certain irony in a company that makes its living helping others connect their data choosing this particular moment to run advertisements about trustworthiness.
There is a certain irony in a company that makes its living helping others connect their data choosing this particular moment to run advertisements about trustworthiness.
The letter K, for those who spent more time in advertising than in economics, has lately acquired a second meaning.
The flat-earth community has spent decades insisting that the world ends somewhere, if only the rest of us would bother to look.
There is something reliably clarifying about a dating competition show.
The Cannes Lions International Festival of Creativity, which began in 1954 as a gathering of cinema advertising contractors who wanted their work taken as seriously as film, has spent seven decades oscillating between those two identities.
The World Cup, that quadrennial festival of national pride and swoosh placement, has apparently become something more than a marketing occasion for Nike.
There is a certain circularity to modern advertising that would have appealed to Joseph Heller, had he lived long enough to see programmatic buying.
The technology company that once asked the world to think has apparently done some thinking of its own about its advertising arrangements.
In the grand tradition of athletic competition, someone has to lose.
The revolving door between social media companies, which had been spinning with particular vigor lately, has deposited another familiar face in an unfamiliar lobby.