Digging the Pig Wasn’t Enough

In a dramatic break with tradition, I am about to embark on an exploration of concepts tenuously connected to marketing. I apologize in advance for this transgression.

I’ve been thinking about Piggly Wiggly lately and the limits of positive branding. I loved The Pig. Didn’t everyone? I love my Piggly Wiggly shirt and my Pig tumbler, from which I drink my favorite libations (primarily chocolate milk.) (No, really.) I love my purple Piggly Wiggly winter hat, which features my favorite local mascot, The Pig. I’m big on him.

I like to show visitors Buzzy Newton’s house on The Battery, the one guarded by a pair of stone-carved pig sentinels. David Schools, the last Pig CEO (and provider of all my Pig swag) is a funny and humble guy. When people would ask him his vocation, the CEO of a beloved supermarket chain would say, “I work at The Pig.” I wish him and his family nothing but the best.

I loved Piggly Wiggly’s advertising campaigns too. They were local since forever. That struck a chord, even though I’m not local since forever. The campaign reminded us that The Pig is authentic South. The Pig was there for us – or you, anyway – long before Charleston was fashionable, winning awards and all la-de-da about itself. Back then Piggly Wiggly was providing your blocks of ice, your collard greens, your sweet tea and your lard-encrusted bacon fat sandwiches lathered in pork grease. The advertising campaign almost made us feel obligated to buy groceries there.

That so many Charlestonians feel warmly towards the Pig is a testament to their exquisite branding. Companies spend billions of dollars attempting to coax from consumers a sliver of the affection that Piggly Wiggly generated, mostly by not taking themselves too seriously.

But here’s the thing: my family rarely shopped at Piggly Wiggly.

There wasn’t a Pig near where I lived or worked, but more importantly, Piggly Wiggly stores were too lowbrow for my family. We eat tofu and hummus and free range turkeys in my house. We drink almond milk and munch on carrots that first had to be cut and scraped by someone else, who then rounds the edges to prevent any unfortunate carrot stabbing incidents. That’s not lowbrow. (It is pathetic, but that’s another story.)

Evidently, we weren’t alone, because Piggly Wiggly was forced to sell off most of its properties. It was too small to compete on price with Walmart and just when it tried to pivot to higher ground in the supermarket hierarchy the mortgage brokers and financial services companies generously provided us all with the worst economic crash of our lifetimes.

When Piggly Wiggly Carolina Company began to contract, I could have switched my purchases their way in an effort to help rescue our beloved stores. But I did not, and neither did you.

Because the truth about the marketplace is that it’s all about us, the consumer, not them, the vendor. We buy where it’s convenient and inexpensive, and the experience is positive; how we feel about the company is largely irrelevant. Dan Cathy’s narrow-minded views about my gay friends don’t exactly split my infinitives, but I like the way he Fil-A’s his Chik’n, so that boycott will have to wait until after lunch. Conversely, though I admire Publix’s spectacular culture of philanthropy, there’s a Harris Teeter around the corner from my house. Walking distance, one; admiration, nothing.

So we all respected and esteemed Piggly Wiggly, and sighed with melancholy when it disassembled. But when it came right down to it, price, service and proximity meant a lot more to us than brand love.


–barry waldman

A Brilliant Marketing Scheme

Congratulate me: I’m about to be fabulously wealthy.

I have this foolproof idea to make millions of dollars. It involves a bad movie and some brilliant marketing. I mean evil genius marketing. Check it out.

First, I’ll hire some dopes to make a juvenile flick about . . . whatever – who cares? Humor based on metabolic methane production will abound, as will lower-body sphincters, the modular employment of a 17-word vocabulary and potshots at a Dark Ages dictatorship. Hijinks will ensue even in the absence of a coherent script. (Money-saving device!)

We’ll make sure to blow up some things to quench the reptilian brains of adolescents. Unfortunately, our target audience is prohibited from seeing movie depictions of female lactation producers – a surefire revenue doubler – so we will substitute the southward-facing end of an over-sized northbound male. It’s a pale imitation, but it’s worth some coin.

Okay, whatever whatever. The premise is secondary. Here comes the marketing ploy.

Our ad agency will fabricate a controversy about some element or other in the movie. Something petty and gratuitous. Something that would ordinarily elude the grasp of the mouth-breathers upon whom we depend for ticket sales. (And by mouth-breathers we mean, males.)

On cue, some discredited outfit will protest the movie loudly, organize a boycott, demand an apology in the name of some oppressed, if hardly defined, subset of humanity. We’ll goad them into bomb threats at theaters and the like to spook the suits in corporate into ditching the project.

You see where I’m going? Suddenly, this low-budget celluloid tripe will become a cause célèbre. Intellectuals will rise to defend free speech. Joe and Jane Backporch will rebel against anyone telling them what to watch. Americans of all stripes will link arms to support this beacon of hope in the visual arts.

So, okay, we’ll release it on a limited basis, you know, to keep the demand outpacing the supply. Scarcity will whip the nation into a frenzy. And then the rest of the developed world will hop on board. The Dutch and Danish don’t like being told what free expression to consume, even if it’s fart jokes. Nor do Norwegians, Lithuanians or Sri Lankans. (Maybe Sri Lankans do; I need to brush up on them.)

The free world will beg us to release the film. It’s a film now, you notice? They will demand the right to pay real American cash monies (or Kroners or Litas or Rupee) for a ticket. Take that, ostensible censors! Vanquished by the unquenchable thirst for freedom!

Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton will smile upon us. Better yet, so will Salmon P. Chase and Woodrow Wilson, their denominations being larger. We will transform everyone involved in our project into hero defenders of free expression! And, far more importantly, one-percenters.

God Bless America! And other countries with paying customers.

I’m assembling the detailed plan this weekend and then I’m going to pitch it to…wait, what?




barry waldman

The Point Is, Content Is King

In the Public Relations course I impose upon unsuspecting, tuition-paying College of Charleston students, we spend part of one class discussing how best to annoy people with awful newsletters that focus myopically on the interests of the organization and inspire the reader to wonder what’s on TV tonight.

One element we address, and by “we” I mean “I, while they attempt to snore silently,” is that shopworn practice of covering in excruciating detail the organization’s annual shindig, complete with photos of the .04% of members/customers/associated personages who actually attended the event at the Comfort Inn outside Trenton, NJ. Oh the fun that was had, particularly when karaoke night in the lounge followed the wine spritzer social!

A Flying Squirrel In A Rolling Donut
The point is that recognition has its place, but either the reader was there, in which case they don’t actually need a synopsis of the scintillating presentation on Efficacy of Prebiotics, Probiotics, and Synbiotics in Irritable Bowel Syndrome and Chronic Idiopathic Constipation,* or they weren’t, in which case they probably don’t give a flying squirrel in a rolling donut. (Or doughnut; my experiences with this wise, time-honored expression were always oral.)

* Ford AC, Quigley EM, Lacy BE, Lembo AJ, Saito YA, Schiller LR, Soffer EE, Spiegel BM, Moayyedi P. American Journal of Gastroenterol. 2014 Oct; 109(10):1547-61. Epub 2014 Jul 29. Don’t ask me why I know.

A Vast Serengeti of Blather
Which is why this essay is rarely about the previous AMA signature luncheon topic. Either you came and heard the luncheon presentation your own damn self (first Thursday of each month at the Harbor Breeze Restaurant, 176 Patriots Point Road in Mount Pleasant), or you don’t care about that particular topic. Or you care deeply, the way some people care about the civil war in Congo, not that Congo, the other Congo, the one next door to that Congo, the Congo with “Democratic” in its name to serve as definitive proof that it’s a miserably oppressive dictatorship run by a devil worshipper who bites heads off chickens and has a net worth, all of it expropriated from foreign aid, of roughly 1.5 Congos.

If you care that deeply but couldn’t make the luncheon, you might be looking for a pithy summary of the pertinent points, an accurate portrayal of the issue and its recommended solution, a hint of insight, a soupçon of perspicacity. You might be barking up the wrong tree, Lee. This is a blog dedicated, in Seinfeldian earnestness, to expending as many words as possible on a vast Serengeti of blather. You’re 430 words in; had you not figured that out yet?

Mobile Apps and the Men Who Love Them
So it’s worth noting that November’s fascinating (i.e., actually fascinating, not ironically fascinating in any sense) signature lunch presentation on mobile apps — presented by Ben Cash of the web developer Blue Key, and Keith Simmons, of Traveler magazine and related properties – can be boiled down to one simple concept. And Simple is my middle name. Or would be if I could spell it without help.

The concept is this: you can hire Ben and his fine crew to build an app for 25 grand or you can go online and cobble together some sideways app for a fraction of that, but it’s all moot if you don’t have killer content. Download Keith’s app out of Traveler magazine and it tracks your location and relays the closest tourist hotspots, restaurants, hotels and, most importantly, restrooms (see research above.) If you choose something – say you want to be welcomed to Moe’s – it will give you directions right there on your phone. Awesome sauce!

Content is king, Billy Jean, whether you’re talking apps, maps or beer taps. That’s the pithy summary, the hint of insight. Of course, Ben and Keith said it better.

–Barry Waldman

Millenials Will Ruin Your Life…and other funny stories

Oh these kids today, with their Snaptwit and their Instant Grandma. Why back in my day… [insert your personal nostalgia here.]

So you’re a Boomer or a Gen Xer and you can’t make heads or tails of these crazy beings entering your workplace, or worse yet, buying your products. Your ability to make a living depends on blobs of protoplasm that have the entire world at their fingertips yet know less about it than any previous generation. You’re attempting to appeal to a generation that believes in the myth of “multi-tasking,” and consequently are essentially in permanent states of ADHD — without meds.
Good luck.

Well, you would at least have a window on the varied demographic layers of the marketplace if you’d have attended the last AMA luncheon, where speaker Jennifer Sutton of Bright + Co. in Greenville enlightened the gathered about the broad differences among American generations.

Consider these matrices of generations in the workplace, currently checking in at four – The Silent Generation (born 1922-1945), Baby Boomers (born 1946-1964), Gen Xers (born 1965-1982) and Millennials (born 1983-2002). (Source: Greg Hammill, Fairleigh Dickinson University Silberman College of Business)

I’m sure somewhere on the cloud exists the PowerPoint portion of Jennifer’s presentation, which I heartily recommend that you read, with the caveat that doing so yields a pale approximation of the living color version. For the full effect of the best presentations made to AMA, (shameless plug alert!) you need to come to the luncheons. Cleverly, they include lunch as well.

But I can give you a general sense of things.

These young’ins are crazy, and they’re taking over. Consider:

  • They call people they’ve never met “friends,” and consequently like to work in big groups. Which you abhor.
  • They’ve grown up sending sex chatter and salacious photos to their “friends,” and consequently have no moral filter. Hope they don’t do that to your customers.
  • They don’t know the difference between news, comedy and advertising. Indeed, they don’t know what news even looks or sounds like. They think Buzzfeed is a news source. Unaware employees are sub-optimal.
  • Sharing atomic details of their lives is their default mode. Google, Microsoft, Apple and Amazon already know more about them than their moms do. This could come back to haunt you, their employer.
  • They think 140 characters is a long communication. Research shows that tweets under 100 characters have higher read rates.
  • The first of them are already in their 30s. You’re stuck with them.
  • And that’s nothing. There’s another generation coming up behind them. A generation that didn’t experience Sept. 11, has never seen a map, and is its own favorite photograph subject.

But before your brain explodes and litters the hallway with Saved By the Bell trivia, here’s the real consolation for employers, co-workers and marketers. We all grow up. Boomers – the rock ‘n’ rollers who never trusted anyone over 30, wore long hair and hated the government – now have children over 30, lost their hair and run the government. (Okay, maybe that last part isn’t quite so reassuring.) Gen-Xers, the first to grow up en masse without married parents, have learned how to mate and co-exist as poorly as the rest of us.

And now Millennials are showing signs that they may be human and competent to navigate workplace rules and marketplace heuristics. They are more civic-minded, more tolerant of differences and less jingoistic than the rest of us.

Hooray for them.

Still, just to be sure, hold their phone while they’re driving.

–barry waldman

Keep Calm and Read This Dreck

I’m not you. That’s a good thing, because if I were, there would be at least two more versions of me than are absolutely necessary. Or even remotely desirable.

But I’ve digressed, even before I got gressing in the first place.

The point is, even though you are not me, you are probably aware of the ‘80s band Huey Lewis and the News. And you’re probably well aware that they’re over. They’re so over that KC and the Sunshine Band has a good laugh with Bobcat Goldthwaite about them.


This is such a simple concept. Tide stopped bemoaning ring-around-the-collar. Schools stopped showing Reefer Madness to teenagers. Brett Favre actually retired.

Clearly, not everyone has grasped the concept. That is the only explanation for the sudden explosion of sayings, each distinctly less clever than the previous one, riffing off the British wartime exhortation to Keep Calm and Carry On.

At my non-profit workplace someone has a poster that says Keep Calm and Raise Funds. I saw a shirt that said Keep Calm and Bowl. There’s even a Keepcalm-o-matic website that allows you to match Keep Calm with anything you can imagine. Keep Calm and Eat A Cookie. Keep Calm and Be Belieber. Keep Calm and Love Ariana. Evidently, you don’t have much of an imagination. The only connection among these items, besides their transparent disconnection from keeping calm, is their utter lack of creativity.

In case you’re considering a Keep Calm t-shirt, poster, hat, tattoo, engagement speech or other further co-opting of this now malign saying, let me be the first to clue you in.

It’s over. Been over. Was over after about the third use.

You see, the original propaganda was clever. The first adaptation was mildly clever. The re-purposing of the first adaptation was a clever rip-off. All subsequent versions: total rip-off, not to mention the evil opposite of clever. Trite, brainless nonsense.

Which brings us to the Got Milk? ad campaign from 20 years back. A paradigm of advertising genius, most notably when paired with Oreos for maybe the most brilliant 60 seconds in television history. (Aim low, my friends!)

Got Milk? took off like a scud missile on mescaline . . . and then the copycats descended upon it. Got Jesus? Got Cocker Spaniels? Got Lawn? Got Comfortable Footwear? And people are still producing them. Can you imagine what these conversations sound like?

“I’ve got it! Let’s adapt that inspired Got Milk? campaign to our purposes and make it – ready for this? – Got Tomatoes?”

“Lester, that is magnificent! Your mind works in glorious and mysterious ways!”

“Yes, jaws will drop when such enlightenment reaches their eyes!

This doltishness is polluting our world and must be stopped! If I were King, or Robert Mugabe, I would not just outlaw any further use of the “Got” trope, I would institute the death penalty as punishment. And on second conviction, a hunting trip with Dick Cheney. Anyone unaware that “Got” and more recently “Keep Calm” are over, is criminally negligent and must be put out of our misery.

Of course, you might disagree. After all, Huey Lewis and the News are still touring.

–barry waldman

Our George Washington

Shortly after this fine young cannibal introduced a third child to the Lowcountry,  she showed up as a guest at our March confab. As she sat inconspicuously at a table of no particular note, few would have guessed that a superhero was in their midst.

Fortunately, our official AMA paparazzo, Andy Hagedon, pounced upon this rare sighting and provided us with photographic evidence of her appearance.

She’s Laura Angermeier, and she’s about as inaptly named as Barenaked Ladies. Sweetmeier, perhaps. Lovelymeier. Warmmeier. Never Angermeier.

The three beings Laura birthed are called Andrew, Katie and the Charleston American Marketing Association. A freshly-minted college graduate working as a third-string marketing assistant at an enterprise approaching oblivion, Laura nonetheless spearheaded the creation of our humble organization. She simply noticed there was no AMA . . . so she started one.

Laura is our George Washington, but with real teeth.

At the outset, perhaps a dozen people would gather for an AMA lunchtime seminar. But Laura’s warmth and persistence, and the support of an equally dedicated team of volunteers, propelled the group to dramatic growth. Today we stand as the first new chapter anywhere in the country in 14 years, recipient of several national awards and queen of the local professional communication landscape with more than 100 members.

Having pointed Charleston AMA in the right direction, Laura slinked off to motherhood and freelancing without the credit she richly deserves. May this hosanna get buried in a sea of gratitude for a young woman who saw a need and filled it, to our collective benefit, without recompense or due recognition.

Thank you, Laura. Come on back.


barry waldman

A Zyxpyx By Any Other Name


I have a friend ’round these parts whose name is Yvonne. She’s bright and friendly and has a great sense of humor and mispronounces her own name.

Yes she does.

Yvonne is a French derivation of John, related to Ivan and Johan and Joanne and Joanna and Jan and Ian and Sean and all those other John derivations. And the name is pronounced Ee-von.

Yvonne pronounces her name Yuh-von. It’s not like her parents purposely bestowed upon her an alternative to the name Ee-von. They thought they were naming her Ee-von but didn’t know how to pronounce it. So she’s Yuh-von.

I haven’t the heart — or maybe it’s the heartlessness — to bring this to Yvonne’s attention. Besides, she’s not alone.

Most Americans don’t seem to know how to pronounce the name Naomi. I’ve never quite understood how you get Nigh-oh-mee out of that spelling, but now we have people who think that’s their name.

Of course, the name is pronounced Nay-oh-mee.

My trusty sidekick at work correctly argues that your name is whatever you say it is. Sure, if you name your daughter “La-a,” you can call her Ladasha. You chose the name.

But if you name your kid Xavier, you’ve chosen a name that already exists. And the name Xavier is pronounced Zay-vyer, not Ex-ay-vyer. An “X” at the start of a word or name in English is pronounced like a “Z”. Think xylophone or xenophobic. (X-ray is a little different because it was literally an “X” ray.)

At this point you’re thinking — which puts you in a different class than me right off the bat — you’re thinking, what in the wide world of integrated marketing communications are you jabbering on about? Have you lost what small scattering of marbles were formerly clanking around in your head?

Au contraire, Pierres.

Shakespeare noted that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. But he didn’t say anything in defense of a word like “pustule.” Because there is no way to make that word sound like something you’d want with your lunch.

“Hey Margaret, slap a pile o’ pustule on that ham sandwich, wouldja?” Doesn’t work.

Nor does President Melvin Finzheimer. Or Irving Poopsciewiecz. Or Gertrude Dolt.  (I’m showing great restraint in not mentioning how hysterical it would be to have a president named “Newt.”) How many billions and billions do you think McDonald’s would have served if the man who purchased the franchise from the McDonald brothers had renamed the restaurants after himself. Would you purchase a hamburger from Kroc’s?

Your company name is a bit like clothing: it reveals something about you, , even sometimes inadvertently. Google and Yahoo are telling us that they’re fun, geeky and maybe not too self-important. General Motors says more staid, perhaps even stodgy. A bank in my hometown was Dime Savings Bank. Didn’t inspire visions of wealth.

Hook, Obviouslee, Slant and Blue Ion intrigue, and suggest a certain creativity. Rawle Murdy, Davis, Bosworth live off the impressive reputations of their proprietors. Firms named for  people’s initials always struck me as evincing a lack of cleverness, unless the initials spell a word, like ELM or HAF. (My firm would be HAF-WIT Marketing. Hey, don’t say you weren’t warned.)

The point — besides the one atop my head — is that names matter because they communicate all kinds of things. Personally, I would take great care in picking a company name and I’d make sure I knew how to pronounce it.  Of course, Joe Theismann might disagree.


barry waldman
(but you can call me berry)

Doe-Eyed Young Personhood Needs You

I see that our AMA has initiated a Marketing Mentee program. This is wonderful. I encourage you to volunteer to offer guidance and support to a doe-eyed young person recently embarked on their career.

I encourage you to provide this service to said young person because, and I say this with all due self-respect, I suck at it. Believe me. I have engaged multiple young persons of various eye configurations and have failed spectacularly. I have face-planted on the ski slope of mentoring. If failing at being a mentor were, say, acting skill, I would be Meryl Streep. You get the picture.

My first mentee experienced a personal epiphany after our second meeting: that she was more mature than her mentor. By the third meeting, she realized that my main qualification for mentoring was that I celebrated a birthday around the time her mom was born. And it occurred to her on the fourth meeting that there would be no point in a fifth.

Determined to share my wisdom with Charleston’s young personhood, I volunteered again, this time armed with research on best practices and insightful tips. “Quit now” would have been the best “best practice.” This particular mentee determined, after much honest self-evaluation, that as long as I wasn’t quitting my job anytime soon, there wasn’t any point in leaving hers.

So. There is a serious mentor deficit in the Lowcountry, due in large part to a rider on the TARP bailout prohibiting me from ever mentoring again. Which means it falls to you, dear AMA colleague, to pitch in and fill the void for the good of young personage throughout the Charleston area.

Oh, one more thing. Being a mentor might just be your most fulfilling endeavor in years, not withstanding procreation. Guiding an enthusiastic young marketer as they navigate the open waters of their career can be a deeply rewarding experience. You’ll make a friend, find yourself needed, and maybe even learn something about yourself.

You might not make the Mentoring Hall of Fame, but I promise, you’ll be better than I was.

barry waldman

Lucky to Be Among the Charleston Marketing Community

Yesterday was a day to celebrate the companies and individuals that make Charleston’s Marketing Community what it is. As we all gathered together for a delicious lunch by Charleston Marriott and dessert from Glazed and Wild Flower Pastry, the buzz around the room was contagious. Warren Peper led the ceremonies while throwing in a little humor for all.

Congratulations to the 2011 Post & Courier Marketer of the Year, Jessica Munday, President and Founder of Trio Solutions!


Winners of the 2011 SPARK! Awards include Levelwing, Visiture, and Charleston Wine and Food Festival!


As Warren Peper said, all of the above winners set a high bar for the rest of the Charleston Marketing Community! We are all lucky to live in the beautiful city of Charleston, and it makes our jobs that much more enjoyable!

Thank you to all who participated to make this event shine!

2011 Marketer of the Year Finalist: Will Bullock, Slant Media

Will Bullock, Slant Media
263-c king street
charleston, sc 29401
(843) 722.2221

Will’s experience and training as an architect continues to influence how he approaches graphic design for Slant Media’s clients. Slant’s client list ranges from retail-based to service-based businesses. In everything he does, his ultimate goal is to bring clarity to their client’s designs through thoughtful simplicity. Though he can appreciate a design that is visually appealing, I am much more intrigued by designs steeped in process, meaning, and theory. He has recently been part of the esteemed group of Pecha Kucha Charleston presenters

Moore Beauston Woodham Identity + Web

Project Goals
An accounting firm with offices throughout South Carolina, Moore Beauston Woodham commissioned SLANT to develop a new identity and website to solidify their market presence after several recent name changes. Our goal was to create a brand that effectively communicated that which differentiated the firm from other accounting firms: having smarts AND personality.
New business collateral was needed to reflect the new brand, including basic items such as letterhead and business cards as well as customized client folders. And while the design of these items was important, the understanding of how to use them was even more so. Therefore a comprehensive brand guideline was required in order to coordinate standards among the various offices.
Beyond messaging and identity elements, a new web presence was seen as the primary method for conveying both the professional and personable sides of the firm. The site would need to strengthen relationships with existing clients as well as attract potential new ones. And of course the site would need to be easy to use from the user side while also being easy to maintain from the client side.
Will’s Project Role
As design lead, Will advocated a visually-driven marketing strategy that focused on a clever yet professional image. He began to explore how numerals could be substituted for letters, and how transformed symbols could have their own double entendre. An icon was born that consisted of 3 views of the same “3” to form “MBW”. To offset the abstract, minimalist demeanor of the new icon and name, Will suggested an accompanying tagline to round out the new message:“knowledge in numbers.” The progressive nature of the new brand elements was also reflected in the color choices of a bold yellow contrasted with a warm gray.

Will travelled to several of the firm’s offices throughout the state to direct photoshoots of key personnel. Outdoor locations that reflected the interests of each person were used as backdrops to create a sense of candid quirkiness: not too serious, yet not too playful.
His understanding of both the individual personalities as well as the overall persona of the firm influenced his design ideas for the new website. He utilized visual elements synonymous with accounting (such as a typical ledger) as tools for navigation and interaction. Where possible, large photos were used as launching points to direct users to various sections of the site. Rather than boast a long list of client names, Will suggested that developing several unique case studies would be more meaningful to first-time visitors on the site. Though the names of the businesses in the case studies were changed for privacy concerns, each one tells a true story of how MBW made a difference in someone’s life in a way that is both compelling and relatable.

Project Results
MBW tells us that the new identity has really served them well by distinguishing them as edgy and innovative compared to most CPA firms. “You took us from a logo to a brand”, said Robbie Ellison, Partner. The bold departure from their previous ID was also well received by their employees and existing clientele. “Knowledge in numbers” is now a registered trademark.
Despite the downward economy of the past few years, they’ve continued to prosper in each of their locations and market segments. One reason for this is the fact that they now have a more consistent, unified, efficient brand that saves them time when creating correspondence; their people no longer have to search for fonts and choose random templates because everything is now neatly organized for them.
The new web presence has made them more competitive among other medium to large accounting firms in the Southeast due to it’s polished look and feel. By integrating the SLANT-designed content management system, Adaptation, they can also easily update and manage their site’s content.
The end result of the collaboration between SLANT and MBW is that their firm is now “identifiable as a legitimate firm in an otherwise crowded industry”. To this day, Will continues to advise the client whenever a new communication challenge arises.

About Will Bullock
Will is a partner in SLANT and is head of art direction, or as we call it, “graphic intelligence”. He takes ideas and turns them into them reality by exploring a range of concepts that can fulfill our client’s creative needs as well as business goals. (Seriously, you want this in an art director). He then organizes and executes the creative production process that brings the creative ideas to life.
While pursuing graduate studies in architecture, Will honed his skills in advanced design theory, creative tools, and photography. The combination of Will’s creative passion and love of technology means whatever medium is called for, Will figures out how to make it happen — beautifully.
Before joining SLANT in the fall of 2004, Will worked as an Intern Architect for McMillan Smith & Partners Architects and LS3P Associates, LTD., utilizing his skills in CADD/drawing production, project management, marketing and presentation graphics. Will earned a Bachelor of Arts in Architecture from Clemson University in 1997 and reinforced his education with additional study in Genoa, Italy. Will has served as adjunct professor at the American College of Building Arts.
He is a past presenter of Pecha Kucha Charleston and is actively involved with the Art Institute of Charleston. He periodically sits in on portfolio reviews and sits on their Professional Web/Graphic Design Advisory Board.
Besides being a husband and father of 3, Will is a proud supporter of the Charleston creative communiity.

Favorite Quote
Image is everything.