I have been in a relationship long enough to know that flirting is mostly logistics, and nobody flirted harder than a 1980s print ad. Old marketing did not whisper. It leaned across the table, winked, and told you exactly who you would become if you signed the loan. Somewhere between the innuendo and the genuinely brilliant ones, these vintage ads made me want a sports car, a boombox and a nap.
Santa got stuck, but the shoes made it.
Pretty sure that was the whole workout plan.
Rude, accurate and still unanswered.
Me after the second espresso.
Seventy years, zero notes.
Some assembly required.
Worth every penny, for about eight more seconds.
Humblebrag, 1983 edition.
The confidence of a car the size of a sofa.
Confidence used to be the whole product, and I miss it in a way my therapist has questions about. Old magazine ads did not say the car was reliable, they said you would get lucky the minute you stepped out of it, which is a promise my Honda has never once made. Half of these read like a man writing his own dating profile in 1985.
The clever ads are the ones that hurt, because they make me feel lazy. A razor billboard that mows its own stripe through a field is a better idea than anything I have had since college, and a burger bun posing as a crescent moon is just showing off. Funny ads used to trust you to get the joke, and I respect being trusted.
We keep passing these around because they are a time capsule of what people wanted: speed, attention, and somebody to notice them. Some of it aged like milk and some of it aged like wine, but all of it was trying very hard, and I relate to trying very hard. Every ad is just a person hoping you will say yes.
The cars were fast. The copy was smug. The magazines were thick.
For more, Vintage Ads That Prove Marketing Used To Have Absolutely No Chill picks up right where this leaves off, and 25 Retro Tech Pics From The Glory Days Of Buttons And Cords covers the gadgets these ads were selling. 50s Memes Prove Every Domestic Problem Back Then Had a Prescription or a Gelatin Mold is dessert. Bring a coupon.
When he is not reading old magazines in a dentist’s waiting room, Mike Hartley writes about vintage ads, bold marketing and slogans that would get a person fired today.
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