Ah allergy season. when you wake up before your alarm just because you can’t breathe. The rain in the night paired with the heat of the morning brought stuff into the air. An allergy tab will soon sort thing out, but it does mean that I made it up before my alarm. Does that count as a win? Not sure. Either way, the morning has decided to start, regardless of my opinions. So let’s jump into it. Set those timers, an off we go into our prompt.
I have to admit, I had fun with this one. I’m sure Kyle will be a “he’s family” pity hire but I have to say, this was fun to write.
Thursday, June 9th: It is about more than the image.
“It is about more than the image,” she said. Kyle turned to the contact sheet and studied the pictures. To him they seemed fine. They were tasteful, if a little on the sexier side of things. He knew he hadn’t crossed any lines and after all, sex sells. Wasn’t that what everyone claimed?
“I don’t see what you mean,” he said.
Trina stared at him. She took in his blank earnest eyes and realized that he actually didn’t know what she meant. She took a deep breath.
“Kyle, we are doing adverts for baby food.” She said.
He nodded slowly as though he thought she had gone insane. “I know,” he repeated.
“Baby food has to look healthy, organic, good for the baby, good for the environment. It needs to look all natural, wholesome and tasty so that baby will want to eat it.”
“Uh huh,” he said.
“It shouldn’t look like mom stopped by to feed the baby when she was on a temporary break from modeling lingerie.”
He looked at her and then looked back at the contact sheets. “It is tasteful.” He said. “You asked for tasteful.”
Trina bit back a reply and wondered what images he started with that he landed on this as tasteful. “I said the food needed to look tasty,” she said, momentarily ignoring the models.
“It looks tasty,” he said.
“It’s glowing,” she pointed out. Trina wasn’t sure how he got the little jars of baby food to glow. Thus far their biggest downfall for the brand is that none of their foods looked appetizing. Most of their jars looked as though they were filled with goo in varying shades of brown. Some looked lumpier than others but that, to her appeared to be the difference. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know how anyone got brownish goo to glow.
“Glowing with health,” he said. It was a line from one of the prior commercials for the company.
“It’s glowing in neon colors like toxic waste,” she pointed out.
“So neon isn’t…good,” he asked.
“No not for an organic baby food line,” Trina said patiently.
“Oh,” Kyle replied. He nodded slowly. “I suppose I could take the glow out.”
“Great,” Trina said. “If you could do that and maybe have your mother’s showing a little less cleavage as they are feeding the food to the babies it would be a lot better. Maybe use a kitchen as a background.”
“What’s wrong with the background?” He asked.
“I just thought we’d go for something a touch more homey since that’s generally where babies eat.”
“So less office and travel,” Kyle said.
“A bit,” Trina told him. “And maybe lose the stuffed lion.”
Ten til Midnight 