Walking home in the East Village last week, I came upon this bit of viral marketing from the people at Virgin Atlantic: A gigantic barf bag affixed to the side of a building. Unlike Ryanair, which uses the barf bag space to sell much smaller advertisements, this barf bag--actual size, that of a human torso--is all about Virgin Atlantic.
I couldn't capture the whole thing in one go, but to summarize, it tells a tale of how flying used to be nice, and now it, uh, blows chunks, and if you fly in the front of the plane with Virgin, you will be happy. Oh, and their copywriters seem to be under the impression that Americans don't use the phrase "jazzed" and that airlines sell "mini meat logs" as part of their snack boxes.
I shall not comment further on the mini meat logs, but I noticed this morning that the bags had been refreshed from over the weekend, when, uh, they were gently used. At least there was a contingency plan. In the East Village, you takes your chances if you actively encourage people to vomit.
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