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The American Eagle campaign, with its presentation of Americana as a zombie slop of mustangs, denim, and good genes, is lowest-common-denominator stuff.

Ads are scarce, search and social traffic is dying, and readers are burned out. The future will require fundamentally rethinking the press’s relationship to its audience.

A painted plane that flew the Alaskan coast.

Wow, can you believe all these features? Designed in the U.S.A.? Eco-friendly? And look at this packaging! Solid. Solid try, but no!

All the celebrities from last year’s crypto ads apologizing for their crypto ads, the now aged “wassup” guys, Timothée Chalamet in some capacity, and more.

The artist discusses finding humor in everyday ephemera and what she likes to order at her favorite local diner.

The Boss shills for the King, and more.

Once you get the vaccine, you can reënter society—with a little help from Social Care, Inc.

I lucked into the romance of driving at its fervent peak.

If money is the oxygen on which the fire of global warming burns, then P.R. campaigns and snappy catchphrases are the kindling.

The polymathic artist, who died last week, recognized the true job of graphic design.

“The good news is he donated his organs to peanut butter.”

The campaign’s chief strategist said that the poll numbers made it clear that “Mike’s ads are having exactly their desired effect.”

When taken to task for spreading hateful, distorted, and false information, Mark Zuckerberg claims that the social network is a neutral platform, unmoored from the content it carries.

The advertising scheme behind a recently banned billboard boat takes a page from Fred Trump’s playbook.

Thirty-five years after Apple’s “1984” spot ushered in a brave new era of Super Bowl advertising, the latest crop of ads is reckoning, badly, with the dystopia our technology has wrought.

Like its predecessor “Dirty John,” the podcast wavers, at times uncomfortably, between entertainment, journalism, and commerce.