Notes from The Magic Kingdom

January 23, 2009 at 12:12 pm (The Life of A Spaceman) (, )

I noticed a few things when I was visiting Micky’s Kingdom the other day.  I have always been a big fan of Walt and his creation. There is no denying that it is a magical creation, one that has inspired millions and millions of people. His little mouse drawing is one of the most recognizable images in the world, probably the most recognizable! 

 

I noticed some interesting things about Disneyland culture though when I went there. These are never intended outcomes of Walt’s Dream (we think, some say he is frozen beneath Main Street, perhaps feeding marketing execs brilliant messages). I’m going to go ahead and collect them here. 

 

 I noticed a lot of little princesses at Disneyland. They were wearing licensed princess costumes. Two things, they get special treatment from Disney Cast Members and the give the little ones an experience of being the myth. They are royalty and can have anything they want. The one little boy I saw experiencing this magic was wielding a storm trooper rifle. I approved.  It should also be noted that adults cannot dress up as Disney characters and go to Disneyland.

I figured out a new classification. Disigoths. Like Visigoths, but more emo and with Jack Skellington tattoos. 

I kept noticing these kids with lanyards holding their season passes studded with little pins. Apparently there is this whole culture of pin trading going on at Disneyland.  They go up to any cast member and the cast member MUST trade with them whatever pin they want. There are whole books about the process. It’s insane. It defines a sort of Disney Elite User. Amazing. 
I find the Disney elites fascinating. There is this whole deep culture there. There are so many season pass holders who just go to the Theme Park to unwind after a hard day once the crowds have gone home. 

 

I noticed a few other things, but they are coming as mini sagas. 

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Dark Marketing

July 2, 2008 at 5:07 pm (Media) (, , , , , )

So I came across this term in a Wired Jargon Watch yesterday.

Dark marketing n. Discreetly sponsored online and real-world entertainment intended to reach hipster audiences that would ordinarily shun corporate shilling. McDonald’s is the latest mega-brand to adopt this paradoxical promotional tool, with an alternate-reality game called The Lost Ring, nearly devoid of golden arches.

Another example of this would be the Camel “underground” party at the Mayan a few weeks back with the Mutaytor at the Mayan. They gave out free smokes, airbrush hats and shirts (I got a trucker hat that said “Spaceman” on it) and really lame furry hats (I used mine as a punishment hat, like if you said something lame, you had to wear it).

I am no enemy of marketing. I like marketing. I also find it very interesting, this new breed. Marketing is like a virus, right? We, as media savvy consumers have built up pretty strong immunities to most types of marketing. We generally don’t watch TV or fast forward through commercials. We choose brands based on “objective” reports on the internets. We shop for clothes that specifically do not advertise. We know music because our friends play it or give it to us. We are the hip, elusive market they are looking for.

This viral dark marketing is a way to circumvent all that. It’s a way for our participation in the marketing to invest us into it. We can get mad at the corporations for trying to sell to us, or we can just learn to stop worrying and love the man. They even gave it a cool, secret name. Makes me think of black magic or something. And in a way, advertising is like that. It’s a dark art.

The thing is, the way that these companies are going to reach us is through us. We are both the medium and the target.  How do we practice dark consuming, i wonder?  How do we use their financing to entertain ourselves and our friends?  Its already happening all around us. Why should we resist?

By the way, this post was written on a macbook.

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