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There was a time when the National Hockey League's idea of fan engagement was a between-periods Zamboni race and a grainy image on the Jumbotron.
There was a time when the National Hockey League's idea of fan engagement was a between-periods Zamboni race and a grainy image on the Jumbotron.
There was a time, not so long ago, when a bar that showed only women's sports was the kind of idea that got polite nods at cocktail parties and little else.
The question of whether consumers care about the corporate parentage of their snack foods has been settled, more or less, for decades.
There is a particular kind of optimism that arrives on Madison Avenue approximately one quarter after the 12th consecutive quarter of declining sales.
The Upfront presentation, that annual rite of the American television business in which networks gather media buyers in theaters and hotel ballrooms to preview their fall schedules and accept their advertising commitments, has crossed the Atlantic.
There is something almost quaint about an automobile company deciding, in the year 2025, that its best path forward is to remind Americans that it once built vehicles for the Army.
There was a time when a nonprofit that wanted to reach young people simply booked Beyoncé and waited for the crowds to form.
There is a particular kind of success that carries its own punishment: becoming so well known that people know exactly why they dislike you.
The Black Pencil, which the Design and Art Direction organization awards only to work it considers "truly groundbreaking," is the advertising industry's equivalent of a no-hitter: it does not happen every year, and when it does, people tend to remember.
In the taxonomy of corporate suitors, there are those who arrive with flowers and those who arrive with spreadsheets.