
Yesterday, I
filled up a Starbucks' venti cup with piss on Gawker. Beforehand, I ate LOTS of asparagus. A bit of a tired rant, yes, but on Sunday, the
New York Times put the words "Starbucks" and "Aesthetic" together in a headline. I
had to do something. (
link)
previously in Lies Well Disguised:4.
Deutsch & Binn: The Perfect Douche Storm.3.
NYC Real Estate Advertising Hyperbole.2.
The Bloody Death of Celebrity Endorsements.1.
Advertising Week 2006.
3 Comments:
I hate starbucks. Truly hate it. I always wondered why they sold CDs there. Like you need a fucking soundtrack for your trip to get coffee.
But...what would the Dunk'n Donuts aesthetic be?
Heart's Nancy Wilson....
Beatnik Generation counterculture...
Great piece.
Only time I've had a cup of 'bucks was in an airport where they were the ONLY option. I was confused by the lined up lemmings, ordering their complicated mixtures in eloquent and fluent Buckspeak.
Gotta hand it to 'em; they suckered a bunch of people.
Look at you on gawker; congratulations. I do miss Jessica though. :( She was funny.
And I still love SBUX. I'll add whatever swill they crank out to my ipod.
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