Nothing makes me want to buy chocolate more than a man being attacked by creepy stuffed monkeys. Such is the case for much of vintage Japanese advertising: something is lost in the translation. I’m sure if I was more familiar with the culture and the language, these might make sense. As it is, however, I’m left scratching my head at many of these old ads. Let’s have a look…
This would appear to be a glue stick ad. Why it’s stuck to her nose is anyone’s guess.
Nothing inherently wrong with taking a bath in the middle of your laundry room in a small rubber container, I suppose. I think the size would have to be tripled to make it in American markets.
Because Japan needs a shower cap that can contain big blonde afros.
What exactly is being sold here, I couldn’t even hazard a guess. I can tell you it is an advert, and it is from Japan… but that’s where my understanding ends.
I presume this is just some sort of starch spray… but why does the advert resemble a horror movie?
Was this a thing? Were Japanese people writing on each other in the 1960s?
Hmm. Judging by the picture and the very defined diagram, I don’t think “hips” is quite the right term.
So, let me get this straight: this device spits out rolls of movie stills? I don’t understand, but if Valerie Leon is wrapping herself in them, I’ll buy it anyway.
This is an advert for a piece of exercise equipment – yet it features a woman in a dress admiring a small bird surrounded by patio furniture. My brain hurts.
More beer adverts should feature chicks in squirrel helmets. There’s just not enough squirrel helmets in American beer advertising.
What the – ? I have a headache. Anybody have some aspirin?
On the one hand, I’m utterly confused – this stuff just looks absolutely batshit crazy. On the other, it’s so different and fun, I want to hop on the next plane to Tokyo and enter into this land of beautiful insanity.
“Oh My! Try & Touch”… sure, but is this woman being assaulted?
I’m not sure the roaches will appreciate all the artistic touches that went into this House of Death, but I do.
That’s all the Japanese advertising I can handle in one sitting. More to come.