By Gonzalo López Martí @LopezMartiMiami
When I started out in this business back in the good ol’ 90s, it could take us weeks, even months to craft and get approval for a four word-long tagline.
Entire teams of senior admen and adwomen would sit down around a table to analyze inane lines of copy.
Clients would belabor for months over the meaning, subtext and anthropological connotations of a futile alliterated soundbite.
Of course, the soundbite under the magnifying glass was going to run on billboards, bus shelters, newspapers and magazines when billboards, bus shelters, newspapers and magazines reigned supreme in the marketing repertoire.
Today, I lead a team of dozens of fickle Millennials cranking out tweet-like musings by the truckload, destined to ephemeral social media lifespans.
Funny thing is, the dozens of fickle Millennials refuse to talk to me.