Advertising industry sheds crocodile tears over Steve Hilton’s departure

March 6, 2012

Few in the ad industry will lament the departure of Steve “Yoda” Hilton, David Cameron’s director of strategy. Indeed, such is the relief that he is going, some would willingly pack the diminutive “blue-sky” thinker’s bags, as he contemplates a year’s ‘sabbatical’ with his family in California. Politically speaking, California is the sunny side of Siberia.

Why good riddance? Well, the word that best sums up Hilton’s relationship with the ad industry is “renegade”.

Although Hilton’s association with Cameron and the Tory party predates the 1992 election campaign, most of his subsequent years were spent in the service of advertising, the career that actually earned him a living. Hilton quickly hooked up with Maurice Saatchi, who professed to see in young Steve a kind of son: “No one reminds me as much of me when young as Steve”, he is reputed to have said. And the admiration was mutual. Steve dutifully followed Maurice from Saatchi & Saatchi to breakaway M&C Saatchi as a kind of intellectual bag-carrier. Hilton’s ability to think “out of the box” or perhaps more accurately, “to get out of his box”, soon became apparent with his contribution to the 1997 election campaign. The “Demon Eyes” poster was certainly visually arresting and highly memorable, but trying to make the then-saintly Tony Blair into the Devil Incarnate probably did more to win votes for Labour than for the party originating it. This episode would seem to underline an abiding truth about Hilton’s career: that high intelligence and original thinking are no guarantee of common sense.

Never mind. After 13 years of hard Labour, which saw the 2002 ban on cigarette advertising followed in 2007 by severe TV restrictions on foods high in fat, salt and sugar, and much muttering about out-of-control drinks advertising, the ad industry seemed to have every reason to pop the corks when it emerged that one of their own was to become the man officially in charge of David Cameron’s brain.

How wrong they all were. Had they done their homework more carefully they would have found our man wasn’t the pragmatic trimmer everyone hoped he might be. A Steve Hilton blog post from as early as 2004, entitled “Will sexual marketing be the next consumer backlash?”, espoused some rather unfashionable, untraditionalist opinions on the matter of “the relentless drive by big businesses to sexualise small children, ageing them prematurely in the process”, while denouncing the “sexual predators of the advertising industry” for good measure.

Ring a bell? “The Bailey Report”, says one insider, “Appears to have taken its brief directly from Steve Hilton’s old blog.” Too right, and laudable though the principles informing Reg Bailey’s report are, what a nightmare they have proved to implement. The regulators have gone into puritanical overdrive, with a zeal reminiscent of the Salem witch trials. Practically any female flesh exposed in a public place (ie, on posters) is now regarded as a potential contaminant of young minds – as the recent case of the Advertising Standards Authority versus Marks & Spencer only too vividly reminded us.

However, the Bailey Report and its aftermath are a mooncast shadow when compared with Hilton’s other bequest to the ad industry. Fairly or not, Hilton’s blue-sky thinking is blamed for the ultimate destruction of the Central Office of Information. For which read a £540m-a-year ad industry gravy-train.

Pinning the blame on a single person for what may yet turn out to be a government-wide communications disaster zone might seem a little harsh. After all, there are plenty of available villains – if that’s what they are – from Francis Maude to half the cabinet office. And yet the suspicion lingers that Hilton somehow gave Maude the intellectual confidence to take an axe to the venerable institution in the first place, with his bizarre proposal for a spare and minimalist Ad Council to displace the heavily bureaucratic COI.

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Let’s Raisa stirrup-cup to David Cameron’s poor personal judgement

March 5, 2012

The time has come to fess up to my role in Horsegate. I have ridden a horse since 2010, and more than several times too. It would be a surprise if I hadn’t, you see, because I own one.

Well, two …er, three now I come to think of it, but that was an accident that last one. Yes, I know, inexcusable isn’t it? Also, I’ve ridden to hounds – but long, long ago. Just after the 2005 Hunting Act came in, actually. Not of course that any fox was involved, just a smelly old rag impregnated with urine. Oh, and no more than two dogs …

Did I mention my connection with the Metropolitan Police? Another lapse on my part. It’s all my farrier’s fault really. Until recently, he worked full time for the Met, and he used to shoe Raisa, the police horse that has caused poor Mr Cameron so much trouble with his increasingly defective memory. A bit of a beast, apparently. No end of trouble to shoe, ever since that unfortunate stint with the Riot Squad which made her virtually unrideable. You couldn’t even clench a shoe-iron without the mare rearing uncontrollably.

No, let’s get a grip. I made that last bit up. Just like Mr Cameron’s advisers – starting with the late, unlamented Andy Coulson –  who have constructed a tissue of half-truths and lies around Dave’s not-very-secret interest in horses, the company he kept with race-horse trainer Charlie Brooks and with Brooks’, er, dear wife, the ever lovely Rebekah.

Oh! What a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive!

And for what purpose? Ex-plod horse Raisa, now sadly deceased, is of course Cameron’s worst political nightmare incarnate. What could more emblematically sum up Flame-haired Medusa, News International, Andy Coulson, phone-hacking, Rupert Murdoch, police corruption, political favouritism and poor personal judgement in just one word?

Yet, in a way, that’s not the worst of it.

Never mind that Charlie Brooks took the near-useless nag on at personal cost and out of compassion, to save her from the knacker’s yard. To the uninitiated – that is, to most of Cameron’s voters, urban-dwellers who may never have encountered a real horse in their lives – it looks like yet more upper-class horse-trading.

Never mind that most horse-owners (in my experience at any rate) appear to live in an economic twilight zone where they can barely afford to keep themselves, let alone what’s in the yard – the horse in this country is an inescapable symbol of poshness and privilege.

And poshness and privilege being unforgivable electoral sins, Dave and his Lord Snooty chum George Osborne have, not without cause, a deep psephological neurosis about them.

Remember that undertaking Cameron made to hold a free vote on fox-hunting in this parliament? No, he can’t either. Another lamentable example of his fading memory.


Watch out, there’s a Hytner about – Jim takes the helm at IPG’s Initiative

March 4, 2012

Interesting to see that Jim Hytner – whose career has more switchbacks to it than the mille miglia – is once more emerging triumphant from the quicksand of a career in marketing.

Hytner has just replaced long-serving Richard Beaven as worldwide chief executive of Interpublic Group subsidiary Initiative. Beaven (a surprisingly urbane man for the head of a media-buying house) has apparently left to spend more time with his passion for photography, an alternative vocation he says he has toyed with since childhood.

While none of this is to be doubted, we wonder whether he was also uncomfortably lodged in a career cul-de-sac. Beaven was once seen as a successor to Nick Brien when Brien left Mediabrands (the overarching arm of Interpublic’s media operations) to take on the top job at McCann Worldgroup. But the Mediabrands role instead went to Beaven’s chief rival at Universal McCann, Matt Seiler, who has been aggressively reorganising McCann’s media operations ever since.

Anyway, enter Jim. He’s relatively new to the world of media buying, having joined another IPG subsidiary, Universal McCann’s G14 (essentially the bits that aren’t America), as its boss only two years or so ago. Like Brien, he’s a Brit who has done rather well in the upper echelons of American-dominated McCann – the traditional breadbasket of Interpublic Group. There, however, the parallel ends. Where Brien is essentially a media services specialist who has made it into top agency management, Hytner’s much more colourful career has embraced the full ambit of marketing: he’s been an FMCG client; marketing director at some of Britain’s top television companies; client at one of Britain’s leading banks; a digital content wonk; and is now trying his hand – seemingly successfully – at the agency business.

The first thing to note about Jim is he is the youngest scion of a talented and very competitive family. All three Hytner brothers – the sons of a successful Manchester barrister – have set the bar high in their chosen fields. Nicholas, now Sir Nicholas, is the director of the National Theatre with such successes as the Madness of George III and The History Boys to his name. Richard, a lawyer by training and a Sloan Fellow of London Business School, is now deputy chairman of Saatchi & Saatchi Worldwide.

“Cheeky chappy” Jim, less cerebral than his two brothers (they went to Oxbridge; he went to a redbrick), gives every appearance of being a lot more entrepreneurial. Certainly the young Hytner was prepared to give anything a go. First, like his eldest brother, he tried to tread the boards, but this was trumped by a potential career as a chef de cuisine. The way he tells it, his attempts to follow in the footsteps of Marco Pierre White and Gordon Ramsay stopped dead one night, when thanks to a kitchen shift at the exclusive Miller House Hotel in the Lake District, he suddenly realised he was going to miss the 1985 FA Cup Final between Manchester United and Everton. To say that Jim is fanatical about Manchester United would be a considerable understatement. He (like more self-effacing elder brother Richard – though I’m not so sure of Sir Nick’s views on this subject) eats, lives and breathes the club’s highs and lows. “It’s the one final I’ve ever missed in my whole life, so I thought I can’t be doing with this hotel lark,” he tells us. Haute cuisine‘s loss was marketing’s or, more specifically, Kraft’s gain.

To this day, football analogies are never long absent from Jim’s utterances. And, in truth, it is a passion that has stood his career in good stead in the laddish, sports-mad environments of Sky TV, ITV – where he was marketing director – and (dare I mention it?) media buying circles. Though what Americans make of all this “soccer” talk, I have no idea.

Will Jim ever reach the top – conceivably, in time, replacing Brien? Over the years, Hytner’s maverick antics have made him a rather endearing fixture of the UK marketing scene. But they have also raised questions about his gravitas. This, after all, was the man who dreamt up those infamous idents of celeb TV personality Keith Chegwin in the nude when he was marketing director of Channel 5. What Jim may choose to call “brave” others in the industry characterise as controversy for the sake of controversy. He did something to allay this enfant terrible reputation during a (comparatively sober) stint as UK marketing director of Barclays Bank. But it remains to be seen whether he has mellowed sufficiently in his middle years…


Why The Guardian’s Three Little Pigs commercial hits the spot

March 3, 2012

“The Three Little Pigs”, directed by Ringan Ledwidge, is the best piece of advertising to come out of BBH in a very long time.

More to the point, it’s also the best piece of advertising to come out of The Guardian, whose bar in these matters is very high.

Editor-in-chief Alan Rusbridger, explaining the ad’s rationale, makes reference to the title’s “first major brand positioning TV ad for more than 25 years”. That comment, and The Three Little Pigs’ endline – “The Whole Picture” – are informal tribute to another mould-breaking ad of its time: Boase Massimi Pollitt’s 1986 Points of View, seen here:

The verities of professional journalism do not change over the years: accuracy, balance, perspective and meticulous checking of the background facts being high among them. But, my word, hasn’t the challenge of achieving them become incomparably tougher in the intervening quarter century.

Then, journalists only had to battle with their rivals, their editors, their lawyers (and occasionally their consciences) to be the first to stand up often uncomfortable truths. Now, they must also contend with an army of citizen bloggers and social media aficionados determined, moment by moment, to put their own definitive stamp upon the great issues of the day.

Twenty-six years ago, The Guardian’s world consisted of a relatively comfortable tripartite perspective. Now, the Whole Picture is a ceaseless 24/7 kaleidoscope, made possible by near universal access to the internet. How to surf this tsunami of information, while retaining a sense of detachment and independent judgement?

Like it or not, this is the brave new world journalism must embrace, a world Rusbridger dubs “open journalism” in his repositioning statement. “People are taking part in journalism, rather than being passive recipients. That’s a mindset that says journalists are not the only experts in the world, that they can’t give an adequate account of subjects, issues, the world around them, unless they enlist others,” he says.


Wall Street bad guys Gordon Gekko and Bud Fox take leading role in ads

March 2, 2012

Can bad guys play a redemptive, positive role-model in advertising? I touched on this in my (seemingly popular) post on SS colonel Otto Skorzeny, who has been hailed by British adman Dave Trott as a creative thinker.

Now, bizarrely, the two anti-heroes of 1987 film “Wall Street” have, quite separately, been recruited into public service as spokesmen for, respectively, Chrysler/Fiat and the FBI. Does this work?

First, some background. Of the two, the FBI’s decision to use Gordon Gekko (catchphrases: “Greed is good” and “Lunch is for wimps”) as its frontman for a 60-second public service broadcast on combatting securities fraud is the more controversial.

Clearly Gekko actor Michael Douglas brings an interest and Hollywood glamour to what would otherwise be a very dull and arcane subject for a PSB. Gekko is merely a successful associative device in the public mind: the archetypal shyster who would know every last wrinkle about concert parties, insider trading, junk bond fraud and Ponzi schemes. Ultimately, the power of the ad depends on a willing suspension of disbelief. That is, the dissociation of Gekko’s character from that of the man who plays him. Douglas himself, who did a reprise of the Gekko role in the 2010 film “Wall Street: Money never sleeps”, has in private life been a passionate anti-gun lobbyist ever since the assassination of John Lennon, and has also espoused various anti-war causes. So the jump to a crusader for financial probity does not, perhaps, have to bridge too big a gap.

The danger is the ad will gain recognition rather than respect. It will be Douglas we remember, not the FBI’s determination to stamp out securities fraud. Celebrity will trump gravitas. Anyway, here it is:

Meanwhile, Gekko’s susceptible side-kick, Bud Fox, is making an appearance in an ad for the Fiat 500 Abarth. I should say it is not Fox himself, but his real-life persona Charlie Sheen who is actually doing the stunt-driving. Fox was Sheen’s most high-profile role: ever since it’s been one long, drunken, roll downhill, arrested by increasingly frequent stops at the rehab clinic. It is on this well-publicised off-stage “bad boy” image that Fiat is, rather degradingly, attempting to capitalise, in order to promote its mini “hot-rod”. Makes you wince just to watch. But then, I’m not the target market.

I guess the man has to earn a living somehow, and you could claim he has creatively adapted his career. There’s more on the ad here.


Record WPP financial results fuel confidence in sustainable recovery

March 1, 2012

Chief executive Sir Martin Sorrell was in feisty form as he reported the best set of financial performance figures in years at the world’s largest marketing services company by revenue.

The WPP growth engine is, apparently, firing on all six cylinders: billings, revenue, earnings per share, pre-tax profit, organic growth (or like-for-like as it is often known) and operating margins all showed evidence of substantial improvement. Perhaps the key highlights were pre-tax profit, up 19%, at over £1bn for the first time; and strong evidence of Quarter 4 growth, indicating the spurt is not some first-half fluke that will fade in the current year.

Doubtless WPP euphoria will subside once media focus moves on to the inevitable corollary of record financial performance – an equally record performance bonus handed to its chief executive. But, hey, that’s for then.

For now WPP’s results form a welcome bookend to a series of exceptionally good annual numbers from all the global marketing services giants – Interpublic’s particularly so – suggesting an ad recovery is on the way.

But is it sustainable? Sorrell  – revered as something of an economic sage these days – has indicated that WPP January figures are strong – even in the UK, on which he has been bearish for some time. And he has wheeled out his favourite prop on these occasions, the so-called Quadrennial Effect, to underline his contention that growth will be sustained throughout the year. Put into simple English, that means macro-events which occur every four years – such as the Olympics, the UEFA football championship and the US presidential elections – will stimulate global growth by at least 1%.

Nor was he pessimistic about what, to most of us, might seem a blot on the economic landscape. A number of the world’s biggest brand owners, among them Procter & Gamble, Coca-Cola and PepsiCo, have recently announced cuts to their workforce. Sorrell chooses to take comfort from the fact that all of these companies have guaranteed existing or even increased levels of marketing expenditure.

The Sage of Farm Street is less optimistic about 2013, though – foreseeing gridlock on Capitol Hill, with a re-elected Obama beleaguered by hostile Republicans in Congress. We’ll see.


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