A little more than a year ago, my partner Jean Robaire and I participated in something called a Tazathon. It was basically a very small client seeking the help of big agency creatives without having to pay big agency fees or pay for big agency Friday morning breakfasts.
There was a small stipend involved, hardly enough to cover our costs.
And there was the possibility that the winning team could walk away with a growing client, in an interesting category, with some major upside potential.
Many of our colleagues thought it was stupid for us to throw our ushankas in the ring. But it was during a slow period and Jean and I like to stay busy. Plus, despite being from Boston, they seemed like very nice people.
So, we put together (without a planner I might add) a presentation of two soup-to-nuts campaigns. The client loved the work but, I suspect because of the geography, kept the business closer and went with a team from Faaaahmingham.
That's how things go in this business. We are no strangers to disappointment.
Last week I reconnected with the client and asked permission to show some of the work.
Permission granted.
(Please keep in mind, this is all rough without the benefit of color correction, photo finishing and whatever else art directors do before sending out a ready-to-roll mechanical.)
We started boldly, with a kick off open letter to the CEO at Hershey's Chocolate.
And we married that with the proposal to set up these stands on all the roads leading into Hershey, Pennsylvania.
And we didn't forget experiential. We suggested they take over Fenway Park for a night, provide sampling to all the fans. And for one night only, turn the Green Monster into something not so green.
And then for no other reason than I like to write full page newspaper ads, we threw one more at them.
Should we have won? I'm a little biased and can't really say.
But I do know this.
You might not have heard of Taza a year ago, but if we had been given a chance to run this work (and a lot more), you'd have heard of them by now.
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