Re: he'd sell shoes

On 7 Nov 2003 01:56:11 GMT, [email protected] wrote:
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>Rethink the Cool + the Shoe
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>phil knight had a dream.  he'd sell shoes.  he'd sell dreams.
>he'd get rich.  he'd use sweatshops if he had to.
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>then along came a new shoe.  plain.  simple.  cheap.  fair.
>designed for only one thing:  kicking phil's ass.
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>the unswoosher
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>For years, Nike was the undisputed champion of logo culture, 
>its swoosh an instant symbol of global cool. 
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>Today, Phil Knight's Nike is a fading empire, badly hurt by 
>years of "brand damage" as activists and culture jammers 
>fought back against mindfuck marketing and dirty sweatshop labor.
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>Now a final challenge. We take on Phil at his own game - and win. 
>We turn the shoes we wear into a counterbranding game. The swoosh 
>versus the anti-swoosh. Which side are you on?
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>Adbusters has been doing R&D for more than a year, and guess what? 
>Making a shoe - a good shoe - isn't exactly rocket science. 
>With a network of supporters, we're getting ready to launch the 
>blackSpot sneaker, the world's first grassroots anti-brand. 
>You can help launch the blackSpot revolution.
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>THE BIG QUESTION:
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>        Is it possible to take Phil Knight's billion-dollar 
>        marketing momentum and, in a quick judo-like move, slap 
>        him onto the mat with the power of his own PR thrust?
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>OUR KICK-ASS MARKETING STRATEGY >> http://blackspotsneaker.org
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