Tuesday, 19 June 2007

Logo logic



Anyone else bored by the Olympic logo brouhaha? Well, I've comforted myself by devising a set of rules for Olympic logo launches. Take note Beijing.

Rule no. 1: There is no logic to a logo. No matter how advertising gurus try to explain the meaning behind a design and why you should love it because it epitomises everything about your brand, you shouldn't believe them. Creatives don't have logic. They doodle something down on a bit of paper and then some marketing person dreams up a reason as to how that doodle will sell everything you want it to sell and make people love you. It's all utter crap and as long as everyone knows that and is willing to admit it to themselves without the need for saying it out loud, the world is in harmony. Let's face it, we need these people, we need logos, we need a brand. And how boring would a logo be if it actually did have logic?

Rule no. 2: No one likes a new brand. This was best summed up in the Guardian's weekly media podcast. If you don't already, do yourself a favour and subscribe. I love it - you feel like you're invading a dinner party conversation and learning something at the same time. Are they drunk at the time of recording?

Anyway, in summary - don't launch a rebranding. No one likes a new brand. What was wrong with the old one? If it ain't broke, don't fix it? (Can you think of anything more banal to actually say out loud? If I ever hear someone say that to me personally I promise you I will personally tear their lungs out. I feel that strongly about that turn of phrase).

No one likes change. The only people who like change are left-wing Guardian-reading wanna-be radicals who live in Islington (not the Guardian's words, but mine).

Don't launch it - sneak it in!

Rule no. 3: No one likes the Olympic logo. Well, in my experience of having lived through one Olympic Games in my city, everybody criticised every decision that was ever made about the Olympics, but especially - and most vocally - the logos and those weird little animals thingos they had to go with the logo.

Rule no. 4: Everyone loves the Olympics. I have no words to describe the feeling of having the Olympics in your home town. Of working at the swimming - your favourite event. Of having two hours sleep and regretting that. Of talking to people on the bus. Of cheering so loud you lose your voice. Of watching, looking, meeting, singing, dancing, laughing, talking and losing. Yourself.

Everybody loves the Olympics in the end.

Taittinger on the Tube

I wish I had a photo. I love the Tube. I love Taittinger. How can I not love the boy drinking Taittinger on the Tube?

I was on my way home tonight - on one of the last Tubes I should probably mention (it's Monday) - and I saw some motion out of the corner of my eye. As engrossed as I was in Camus' The Fall I looked up to see what was happening, to be pleasantly greeted with the sight of a rather handsome-looking gentleman opening a brown leather wine case, lifting out a bottle of Taittinger and pouring himself a glass in a glass champagne flute.

Nicely done. Not crystal - which obviously would be a little OTT for the Tube - but a decent Sainsbury-variety glass flute.

Not being a doyen of discretion, he soon noticed my nonplussed stare and stared back. I broke the silence.

"Are you celebrating something," I inquired.

"Not really," he replied, looking a little embarrassed (which was kind of disappointing. I mean, if you're going to drink Taittinger on the Tube, at least have the decency to be proud of it!).

And then, he reached into that attractive leather case; his hand disappearing into that mysterious bag as I watched - captivated and curious - to see another flute appear.

"I've got another glass if you would like some too?"