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Trump Sells Advertising Space On Building
By Jim Whelan, The Joan Randall Agency
Monday, August 20, 2007
I was walkin 5th Avenue yesterday, and what didI see before my very own eyes but the Trumpsterselling billboard space on the front of his building.
On the front of Trump Tower was a humongous adfor Gucci. And I mean humongous. This baby wasabout 5 to 6 stories tall, and the gold Trump namewas hardly visible, comparatively speaking. But youcould see it.
But leave it to the Trumpster to sell ads on the frontof his building, and I'm willing to bet that Gucci paida BIG BIG number for the priviledge. The Donaldsure knows how to turn a buckalucka, I'll say that.
This is something that I thought the Trumpster wouldnever do, but this morning I'm beginning to see thelogic of this. You see everybody who comes to NewYork see the Trump name. There are hotels,residences, and many other buildings that bare thebrand, but the El Supremo Toadicus property isTrump Tower, dead in the middle of the most expensivereal estate in Manhattan. It's the building that everyonewants to see, and they all stop and point, saying"Hey, that's Trump Tower!"
So when they see Trump and Gucci, they go handin hand. Like the Guiness commercial, "Brilliant!"
(The Joan Randall Agency has not achieved Trumpstatus yet, but it's on it's way. Sooner, rather thanlater, when people mention advertising they willmention The Joan Randall Agency in the same breath,just like Trump and Gucci. Get Trump like results bycalling us NOW at 206 407 3124.)
The Donald isn't always right, at least in my opinion,but I learned something looking at that Gucci adyesterday. And what the hell, he's been right enoughtimes be wrong once in a while.
He's still way ahead in the "He who has the most toyswhen he dies wins" category. I'm not there yet, but I dohave a foot in the door, and last night I stayed at aHoliday Inn Express.
(Not really)
Someday the Whelanator will have his name in lights,and just maybe, god willin and the cows come home,it will be in Manhattan.
From the big saddle,Jim Whelan
