It’s my job to preach the experiential discipline, but when you’re on the receiving end (for a change) and the experience creates a lasting impression it rather gratifying.
You see, the “elevator description” of “what we do” no longer has to be composed along the lines of “we are an experiential marketing agency” followed by a plethora of what I call “business b******s” words finishing in “we do events” (admittedly I have been known to say ONLY “we do events” if I’m due to alight on the next floor). Instead the gospel according to Jack is now being embraced far beyond the world of conference centres and hotels. My experience happened in a Shopping Mall washroom of all places:
I must be sincere and prologue this by saying that my expectations aren’t exactly, well, high. You see I was born and bred in the UK where “Shopping Centres” were modeled around a place called Brent Cross – a functional 70’s design with enough space for cars, shops and communal places to serve spotty youths armed with spray paint, gum and a full bladder.
So my eureka! moment happened a couple of weekend’s ago – I was minding my own business taking the kids to the shops, ice skating, cinema, and fine dinning at a new Mall called Elements in Hong Kong. THEN I went to the Bathroom! Here is a pictorial summary of my experience (You’ll have to excuse the poor quality of the photos as these were taking on my phone):
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