As part of our creative internship, we make what we call a self-promotion piece. It’s a way to think about how we brand ourselves and how to represent that brand in a small tangible piece that we can use to get our names and faces in front of creative directors. As usual, I went through a few hundred ideas before settling on this:
HAIKU OF A VIOLINIST TURNED WRITER
That damn violin
it’s strings just give me blisters.
Words don’t butcher skin
-bebe Me
recovering violinist, diehard Longhorn and the newest little copywriting intern
If you need some help, please give me a call. I work hard, I care very much about doing my best and I like to think and write. Also, I’m remarkably good at tripping over invisible dogs.
I laid it out, printed it on glossy cardstock, and then handed one to each of the agency's 30 or so creative directors. I met most of them within a span of two days. That’s a lot of faces to remember in two days. You can see why I'm terrified that I’ll run into one of them and blurt out, “You’re the one with the crazy black glasses!” And then, I will trip and sprain my ankle.
About Me
- bebeMe
- Dallas, TX
- I am a copywriter and I live in Dallas, TX. I'm optimistic, girly and an avid reader of teen fiction. I find unspeakable joy in old school Britney, big plastic rhinestones, the theme music for "The Office," making fun of elitist classical musicians (but I can do that because I used to be one of them), and the fact that I was born in the same year as 2 of my favorite companies: bebe Stores and Apple Inc. I worry a lot, am a little vain and selfish, and I refuse to eat chocolate that's not really, really dark. My fake blonde fake-tanned appearance belies a heart full of genuine intentions. Because I only talk shit about people if they are friends or family and are currently standing right in front of me.
2 comments:
Cute! I like it. I bet people remembered it.
I've gotten some work out of it so I can't complain. But I forgot to add one of the funniest things that happened. While I was using the X-acto knife to cut them out, I sliced my finger. So much for words don't butcher skin and all.
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