Monthly Archives: July 2008

In addition to our normal daily work, us interns were tasked with completing a summer-long collaborative project. So, over the course of the summer, we have been creating a campaign to launch a new product for one of BBH’s clients. There are ten of us, representing all of the major disciplines. We present to the entire agency on Friday at 10:00am.

So as you can imagine, this week has been pretty busy. I’ve already worked 40 hours and its only Wednesday. But I didn’t even work this weekend, like some people did, so I can’t complain.

Presenting in front of the entire agency on the last day of your internship is obviously a pretty big deal. There are 10 different egos, and 10 different people all working and arguing to make the best product possible. Everyone wants to shine.

Its an incredible opportunity though. We are doing real work for a real client in a setting full of resources and expertise that may mean that we will all see a real campaign in a couple months. And since every discipline is represented, every process and step is taken – and what results is a real live campaign. Even though it may also come with real live drama and frustrations.

I’ll let you know how it goes. I’ve learned a lot this week, and will share it all as soon as I get some sleep.

As a preview, I’ll leave you with the best quote of the week (so far):

“Leave the creative to the creatives”.

I’ve been denying it for far too long…

My name is Alex Kniess, and I have a moustache problem.

It all started when I was just a young pup, shaving my fuzzy face every day despite the fact that I could wait weeks. I had heard that the more you shave, the faster and thicker your hair would grow and I was determined to be the youngest (and coolest) guy with a full beard.

Soon though, the fuzz turned coarse, and my facial hair began to grow in. Of course, my moustache was the first to come, followed closely by an ever-encroaching neck/chin hair pattern. For a time, things were going well, my plan was unfolding brilliantly. I knew it would take time before all my patches connected, so I silently dealt with my moustache taking center-stage. As every day passed, and my facial hair grew in, I noticed that the moustache remained on an island of its own – isolated from the rest.

Fast forward to now, and I’m almost 22. The moustache remains isolated.

I yearn for the years when I could go weeks without shaving. Yup, those were the days. Now it seems I can’t go 10 minutes without noticing a 5 o’clock shadow. But alas, the shadow seems to be darkest on my upper lip. I would venture so far to say that the rest of my face is a good 6 hours behind… And even more dire, the rest of my facial hair seems to neglect my moustache, refusing to connect and form one beautiful unison of young-American-male-half-beard.

Certainly, my moustache would fail to be a problem anymore if it would just start to play well with the rest of my facial hair. Unfortunately, I seem doomed.

Doomed to live my life shaving my upper lip in vain, hiding in shame as I walk the streets sporting the most unfashionable of facial hair.

Last weekend I went to the Siren Music Festival at Coney Island with my buddy Dan from work. I’ve been wanting to go to Coney Island since before I even arrived in NYC so I was pretty excited to get out there and see what all the hype was about.

Wow. Coney Island sure is a sight to see. The diversity of people that lined the boardwalk and crowded the lines at Nathan’s Famous really were quite the sight. Fans of people-watching can rejoice, for I have found their Mecca.

The amusement rides and attractions themselves are a mix of dilapidated structures and relics from Coney Island past. The people running them were all local scam artists literally offering “Big Ass Prizes” to all who dared enter:

I saw so many people get ripped off by rigged games and broken machines, it was unbelievable. I even paid to use the restroom! Who knew they charged for restrooms outside of Europe?

As Dan and I were walking down the boardwalk admiring all the pretty people, we could hear someone on a loud speaker yelling “Live human target! We have a freak right here, he runs around and you shoot him! Shoot him in the face, shoot him in the eye, shoot him in the nuts!”. Obviously we had to check it out. After we pushed through the crowd we were able to see the source of the commotion: a seemingly very popular ‘game’ called “Shoot the Freak”. The premise was simple, you pay $3 and you get 5 shots with a paintball gun to shoot some poor sap running around in an alley. Sure he had enough protective gear on that he wouldn’t feel anything, but seriously? Shoot the Freak?

I can see the thought process now: ‘Well, we have this open lot next to the shop right on the boardwalk. Too expensive to build something… and I do have a can of paint, some plywood, and an old paintball gun. I know! We’ll hire some kid to run around and charge people to shoot at him!”

I also managed to have 3 Nathan’s chili-cheese dogs at over 500 calories a pop. Delicious.

Looking back over pictures that I’ve taken while in NYC has made me wish that I would have told a million more stories on here. Well, its too late for that, but here are some more notable happenings that you may have missed:

I learned that you can drop off laundry and pay someone else to do it for you. It costs only $5 more and saves at least 2 hours of your life. So much for mom making you learn how to do laundry at home “because you’ll need to know how to do it when you live on your own”. Apparently you don’t:

Often times I like to go to neighborhoods or parts of town that I haven’t seen and just wander around to see what I find. Not too long ago I was on just such a mission and decided to sit down to read for a bit. Remarkably, I made a new friend:

So, I do lots of reading. Central Park is another fave:

Something I certainly wish I have been doing more of is wandering around with my camera. I take my little one pretty much everywhere I go, but I am very rarely out with my nicer one. On my way to dinner one evening I decided to take it out. I managed to take some pretty interesting photos, but I’m clearly out of practice. Here is something new I tried:

Not long after that last shot was taken, I stumbled into a hotel which had the address of a reputably incredible burger restaurant, called Burger Joint. It took a good 10 minutes and bit of courage for me to pull aside long draping curtains behind a desk in this 5-star hotel lobby. What I saw behind the curtains was a long dark hallway with a small neon Burger sign at the end. I followed it down and discovered a true hidden gem. Within the walls of this nice modern hotel was a hidden hole-in-the wall burger joint that offered one of the best and cheapest burgers I’ve had in NYC:

Something you have to do once in your life: walk across the Brooklyn Bridge:

Fortunately, I’ve also been able to go to a lot of concerts. All of them have been free too – except one. The one lucky concert that earned my hard earned cash: Spoon in Prospect Park. I was amazed that I was able to get off of work in time to catch the show, but I’m very glad that I did. It was an amazing concert:

Oh and Brock and I managed to find a pretty cool bar called 1, 2, 3. $1 sliders, $2 shots, $3 beers. All varieties, all night, every night. A pretty cool and novel concept and the bar itself was very clean and new. Unfortunately, it seems to be very similar to Taylors and caters to the Guido clientele. The night we went there, Brock and I were enjoying our $3 beer when the table next to us ordered this huge 100 oz tube of beer. It made sense, it was a big group and it was really the type of novelty drink that you share.

However, jealousy soon set in and it wasn’t long before we decided that we needed one to ourselves. The waitress thought it was funny that we were ordering an entire tube for just two people. No one was laughing though when we quickly finished one and moved on to our second. Yikes.

I made it home alright, but Brock was lucky I was there…

And a video of the crowd…

Oh, and I went to Coney Island last weekend. Wow. Definitely more to come on that later.

BBH launched their new website this week. Frankly, its about time:

It is a huge improvement over the last version of the site, is way easier to navigate, and gives a much more accurate representation of the quality of work that comes out of BBH. Its remarkable to think how much a brand’s image is dependent on their online presence – and how often it goes neglected.

I’ve realized lately (or too late?) that I haven’t posted much about what I am actually doing at work. Sure, you’ve read all about the view I have, how late I stay, and how much fun I have – but I haven’t shared much information about what I actually do at BBH, or even what I’ve learned. Of course, I can’t share it all. I did sign a confidentiality agreement after all. But here’s what I can say:

I’m one of 10 interns working at BBH for the summer. There are two interns working in Account Management, two are copywriters, one is an art director, one works in Engagement Planning, one works in Production, one is a designer, and there is myself: the New Business Intern.

In my role, I am the fourth and lowest rung on the Business Development ladder. Above me are a New Business Coordinator, New Business Account Director, and the Director of Business Development.

My days are typically spent doing intern-y things such as loads of research into competitors, industries, quotes, people, movies, culture, anything. I also get to conduct interviews with people, make war room’s that inspire, and basically anything else that needs to get done. I also get to throw my own thoughts and ideas in whenever I want… or when appropriate. Oh, and all us interns are creating a campaign for one of BBH’s clients that very well could be the campaign for this product if the higher minds of BBH deem it worthy.

Another, very exciting, part of my job is working on Zag. More to come on that later.

The reason I’ve been so busy lately is because the entire agency is in the middle of a pitch for a major piece of new business. It’s an awesome opportunity to be a part of such a grueling process and be able to see it from start to finish. Someone much smarter than myself once remarked that new business pitches bring out the best in agencies. I’m told that things can get a bit silo-ed and fragmented during normal day-to-day campaign creation and maintenance. It is during pitch-time though that everyone in the entire agency rallies together behind a single cause. Suddenly, people from all disciplines are working together in the same room to solve a problem and win a new account. And they should. For it is these new pieces of business that validate the agency’s work, culture, and people. It is what keeps them employed. For a bigger agency, its a sort of ‘return to your roots’ moment as everyone is forced to be strategic thinkers and be nimble with their work and ideas.

I always thought though that pitches were won based solely on a completely thought-out and mocked up campaign. Each agency pitches their campaign idea and the best one wins and that winning campaign is what makes it to the masses. However, I’m quickly learning that the pitch process is so much more than that. A client will pick an agency based on the ‘big idea’ certainly, but of almost equal weight are the culture and people behind that idea. And so pitches turn in to extravagant shows where each agency tries to ‘wow’ the client with the littlest of details that, in the end, will make the difference between winning and losing. The big idea is still the most important part, but how that idea is made and in what context it is created is the differentiation.

I’ve heard it before, but I’m living it now: the livelihood of all agencies depend on a group of very smart people who, day in and day out, are charged to ‘think at the speed of new business’.

It turns out that my computer is still feeling the pains from its bout with mother nature. As a result, I it was KO’d for the last 5 days.

Turns out that they couldn’t diagnose the problem this time… but its working again, so expect many updates soon.

If anyone has ever seen Along Came Polly, then you can imagine perfectly what this guy looks like:

Just a few days after I moved into my apartment, Tim, the guy I’m subletting from called me to tell me his boyfriend would be coming over to pick up a few things that he left in my room. I told him it was fine and was eagerly awaiting meeting this guy.

When he walked in (he has keys to the apartment), he introduced himself as Jacques. Unfortunately, he didn’t have an accent – but he did have long untamed hair and dirty hands. Immediately I was reminded back to one pathetic night that I accidentally watched Along Came Polly by myself last term. I was convinced that Jacques was Claude – the scuba guy that stole Ruben’s girl.

In hindsight, the only real reason for the connection was likely the shared foreign name/persona and the long hair. Whatever, they were the same person in my book.

So fast forward a couple weeks and I get another call from Tim. This time his EX boyfriend, Jacques, needs to come by and pick some things up from the room. Of course, I obliged as though I had a say. He had keys to the apartment still, after all.

So when Jacques arrived I shook his hand and greeted him again (this time his hands were clean) and helped him get his things from the room. Apparently what he was looking for was hidden way above the closet behind a bunch of other junk. So Jacques balanced on a stool and handed me things to uncover his items.

I stood there numbly taking items from Jacques and placed them on the ground, wondering what the hell he could be looking for. Finally, after several minutes, he exclaimed with gleeful excitement as he finally starts to hand me the subjects of his search. So what was it that he was looking for?

SNORKELING GEAR!

He is Claude from Along Came Polly after all!

But that begs the question: why the hell would anyone ever need snorkel gear in NYC? And why was it stored in Jacques’ boyfriend’s room?

I pondered these questions as Jacques took his gear and left the apartment. Although he is now referred to as the ex, something tells me I haven’t seen the last of my new friend, Jacques…

Sure free Chipotle is great, but nothing beats this surprise:

Christian sent me chocolate covered strawberries in the mail! Nothing better than my favorite food of all time and the thoughtfullness of a wonderful girlfriend to keep you company while working late into the night…

I received the greatest gift that I have ever received today. Behold:

That’s right, those are coins good for 1 free Chipotle burrito. Each.

Kevin Roddy, the Executive Creative Director at BBH NY (and an Oregon Alum) found out that I am obsessed with Chipotle. It turns out that he just so happens to be good friends with the Chipotle CMO.

The result: I get 10 free burritos!

I guess working late has earned me some good karma.

More serious updates to come… (I’ve been getting home at 10 or 11, give me a break).

Since starting my internship three weeks ago, I have left the office before 6:30pm only twice: on my first day, and on the third of July. Mind you that on the third of July 95% of the office was out of there by 1:30pm. On average though, I would say that I leave around 7:30pm… but I have been known to be there until 10:00pm on several occasions.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I’m fully aware of the nature of the industry and none of this comes as a surprise. Plus, I’m an intern, so a lot of my work consists of tasks and duties that more senior employees don’t bother with. But that’s OK with me. I get it – pay your dues, start at the bottom and work your way up, put in time now and reap the benefits later.

However, as I’m beginning to discover, working 12 hours per day is really no life to live. Sure you can do it when you’re young, have few commitments, and live a mostly temporary life. But I can see now that such an existence cannot be sustainable. How can you possibly have a relationship? How can you have hobbies?

I always heard about the rigors of the Advertising industry, and I’m certainly not pretending to be experiencing even half of what may lay ahead. I’m lucky though because I’m doing something that I am very passionately interested in and engaged with. I can’t help but think how miserable an existence it would be to work 40 hours per week, let alone 60, at a job that you care nothing about. Its encouraging also to be surrounded by others who share your passion. Advertising is certainly not a profession for those just seeking a job. No, for them I’m afraid it would be too much.

Perhaps that’s why the industry is so young. But where do all the old advertisers go? I would hope they are all rich, retired, and doing nothing or everything – but exactly what they want to do. But true advertisers, the real successful ones, can’t get enough of it I don’t think. People who find success in this industry seem to be the over-achievers who never want to stop learning and can never seem to be home before dark.

Well, I never want to stop learning… and I love what I’m doing. So, I guess I’ll be the one to tell you where all the old advertisers go – just give me another 25 years.

Until then, full speed ahead.