If you’ll indulge us for a moment, just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of a rather eventful photo shoot–well, at least for one David Mize, a freelance copywriter from Tampa, Florida. We hope Mize sets a precedent on this here site as we’d love to hear more anecdotes like these. If you’re so inclined, you can view his portfolio here. Anyhow, the floor’s yours, Dave.
As a copywriter, I’m not very useful during a photo shoot. I mostly hang around the food table, shoving handfuls of donut holes into my mouth and hoarding the best bagels. When someone does speak to me, it’s usually to get me to help move some lighting fixtures or a friendly reminder that other people might like to eat too. But for the most part, I’m not an essential part of any shoot.
That all changed one summer, while I was working in the marketing department of the local newspaper. We came up with an advertising campaign centered around the mascot of the company — a lovable dog named Spot the Newshound (pictured). The basic premise of the campaign was that if you signed up to receive home delivery of the newspaper, you had a chance to win some prizes.
For the print part of the campaign, we scheduled a photo shoot to get some pictures of Spot the Newshound doing various chores, including picking up dry cleaning, washing the car, cleaning the pool and a few other simple chores — all of which the winners would receive as part of the prize pack.
Of course, Spot wasn’t a real dog. He was a disgusting suit that hung in the back of a musty closet that he shared with some promotional supplies and some outdated computer equipment. The person who played Spot was usually an intern or whatever unlucky asshole was lowest on the totem pole.