Mark My Words Blog
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Delve into the dynamic world of PR maverick Mark Borkowski as he unravels the threads of media, culture, and communication. Mark’s blog is a treasure trove of industry wisdom, offering a backstage pass to the inner workings of publicity and the ever-evolving landscape of modern media.
COUNTING TO TEN
England and Manchester United star Wayne Rooney is said to be “devastated” after football memorabilia was stolen from his parents’ home last weekend. Poor Wayne, all your mementos have been taken in the night to be sold for pennies or perhaps a fix of smack. In the absence of World Cup glory they were all you had of sentimental worth. All your parents’ dreams for you were wrapped in them You’ve developed fast – in football. But your ball control’s outstripped your ability to control yourself so let this be a lesson – remember these trinkets, these signposts to a…
The age of the early Stuntster
Oh one more thing before I end today’s Barnum blog. Dedication is the word that was used constantly by many of the people I interviewed for my book. Whoever I spoke to, whether it was Lord Bell or Bobby Zarem, irrespective of their skill or area of expertise, they attributed their success to a belief in the client and the subsequent commitment needed to create and manage the client’s success. So going back to the age of the early Stuntster, I realised that the trailblazers had those same motivational genes, but subtly they had a more practical manner. Currently when…
Engineering Opinion
By the dawn of the 1970’s, television changed the way in which publicists in the U.S. used their craft. Budgets could be plundered if a course could be chartered between ‘turn’ and product. It was Henry Rogers of Rogers and Cowan who pioneered the way. He fully understood the value of entertainment collateral when dealing with promoting product. What was important was balance; and any true PR empire knows this for ultimate effect and unfettered development. As companies desired enlargement and expansion, the status quo began to change. The “boutique” or speciality agency that had become so prominent in the…
The Pop Star
after William Blake Britney Spears has found a new love – tigers. The singer has posted a tribute to the endangered big cats on her official website, in which she says she shares the same “love, lust, danger, warmth and adventure” as the ferocious animals. She writes: “I’m mesmerised by tigers… they almost have a sense of mysteriousness about them.” Pop star, pop star burning bright on a TV show tonight pert and pleasing to the eye. How do you know that you are free? In what distant clubs or bars did you yearn to reach the stars? On whose…
BREAST IN SHOW
Keira Knightley says she is sick of seeing herself on the front cover of magazines and in ads with digitally blown up breasts. She said: “You’re not actually allowed to be on a magazine cover in the US without at least a C cup because it turns people off.” The Borkowski poet in residence imagines what might be going on in the minds of the magazine editors… We’ll take a flat chest, a very flat chest and we will make it bigger. If you have cellulite we’ll put it out of sight and we’ll fiddle with your figure. We’ll take…
Smile when you do that, Mr President
Smile when you do that, Mr President Sunday July 16, 2006 The Observer Vladimir Putin has hired a gaggle of western PRs to boost his image for the G8 presidency. Mark Borkowski, founder of Borkowski PR, believes the Russians ‘don’t quite get it – they are a tenth of a second off the beat. But Putin’s polishing up really well and you hope he’s being trained to dodge the curveballs.’ http://observer.guardian.co.uk/business/story/0,,1821270,00.html
WHO LEVIES THE LEVIER?
The cash for peerages scandal paralysing Labour moved perilously close to Tony Blair’s door when the Metropolitan police recently arrested Lord Levy, Mr Blair’s personal party fundraiser, Middle East envoy and tennis partner. What is it wriggling at the heart of the rose that with a gardener’s fingers the police seek to expose? Is it a mask or a devil or simply a worm? What is it that makes the Prime Minister squirm like a schoolboy in love as his aides are arrested? Has he something to hide or has he just not digested the scale of the problem that’s…
Michael Levine: bitterness and betrayal
I have had a flurry of emails from folk interested in debating some of the issues I wrote about yesterday. One of the key points I was asked to expand upon was the subject of the mortally wounded publicist. I don’t know where to start, but when researching my book in Los Angeles, I met a number of publicists who were keen to open up and chat about the topic in a much more frank way than any Brits have. Bitter PR’s are never pleasant people to encounter. The issue which over-powers the old and current generation of publicists or…
Percival Stein: lost son of Barnum
After a week of working through the papers from Percival Stein, I have been considering his legacy. I suppose if one had to sum up my research, it’s clear that he was a lost son of Barnum. The papers provide evidence that advocates he was a man of passion, in love with something that was yet to be called a profession. I believe I have now spent over ten years considering men like Stein and have tried to search for the constituents that drive this passion. I believe that at the nucleus of all the great publicists is this substantial…
TABLOID DOLLS
Robbie Williams was so worn out by his string of one night stands he had to have a vitamin injection in his bottom, it has been claimed. Meanwhile, Paris Hilton is giving up sex for a year. The Borkowski poet in residence senses a worrying trend developing… The doors of perception are closing. The stones are no longer rolling. All the kinks are being ironed from pop stars. They are betraying their calling. Once, pop stars were priapic and crazy, a Dionysian joy to behold but in this world of mass consumption they’re becoming quiet and cold. All the drugs…
Jumping ahead of the game
As early as Percival Stein’s days, men were performing great displays of daring by jumping from building to building to promote brands. Percival Stein employed an actor named Richard Talmadge, a stunt man from Hollywood and paid him to make daring leaps from one building to another to launch events and promote companies.
A Borkowski PR rap on the Zidane issue
In years to come perhaps they’ll use Zinedine Zidane as a test question at PR school. The question would be this: How do you spin the red card that ended his career in shame so that we remember him as one of the greatest players of all time – rather than one of the biggest idiots? It would be fun to play the game and no doubt there is someone desperately trying to spin ZZ out of his predicament as I write. But it’s hard to imagine a single thing that Materazzi could have said to him that would exonerate…
Unleadening the Zeppelin
Two more tales have come from Nicholas Leonard’s great great grandfather’s archive. An early U.S. flight company approached Percival Stein in regard to their zeppelin flight service which was losing money left and right. It appeared that nobody trusted the hefty aircraft and preferred not to fly with the company.
Dome and Domer
In a bid to achieve clarity in a complicated matter, the Borkowski poet in residence recorded this exclusive interview with John Prescott, regarding his meetings with American billionaire Philip Anschutz, earlier today… We’d already certified the gambling and domed around a bit and now everything is moving there’s no doubt of it. We’ve got it going in directions it never went before. The government’s got housing – we’re refurbishing the poor – and if my job is on the line I’ll draw it where I can. I don’t need to punch more farmers to prove that I’m a man so…
WORLD CUP FINALE
As a peace accord, you’d place about as much faith in it as a ceasefire between Israel and Palestine. It’s only a matter of time before it falls apart. And if you’ll excuse the amateur analysis of a complex situation, it all boils down to one thing – an argument over who started it first. So while we all try to kid ourselves that Wayne accidentally trod on the Portuguese fella’s crown jewels, and it’s easy to blame the other Portuguese fella for getting his erstwhile team mate sent off, just imagine if the boot was on the other foot….
The World's Tallest Tailor's Dummy
Continuing with the stunts of Percival Stein, this week’s “Son of Barnum”, Stein found himself in the employ of a large but financially insecure New York Tailoring business. Despite numerous attempts to increase their revenue, Teideman’s of NYC were making a loss for the fifth year running. Having heard of Stein’s exceptional talents for publicity, Teideman’s chairman, Norman Starck employed Stein to “revamp” their image.
No more heroes any more
No more heroes any more Brands should reconnect with the icons of the past instead of searching for contemporary cool http://media.guardian.co.uk/marketingandpr/comment/0,,1814222,00.html
The death of the "World's Fattest Man"
Percival Stein, this week’s Son of Barnum find, courtesy of his great great grandson, Nicholas Leonard, took to the road with the “world’s fattest man”. Stein had come across Joseph Eierling, a circus talent-spotter who had “acquired” John Webb in a circus freak show. John, a mere 19 year old who weighed over 680lbs was being “exhibited” by Eierling as the “world’s fattest man”.
Mob Handed Publicity
Percival Stein’s archive, now in the hands of his great great grandson, Nicholas Leonard, tells the story of Stein’s involvement with the New York Mafia. The mob had decided to help Stein, and so his fears of being bumped off were soon forgotten aided by one Ignazio Lupo. The mob was interested in entertainment as a way of generating money through racketeering, and they thought they could use strong arm tactics to make Stein’s clients famous, thus bringing them a healthy revenue.
An operatic death
The material on Percival Stein continues to throw up some interesting material. It seems that Stein established himself as a theatre publicist and by 1895 was much in demand. One of his shows involved a visiting Italian opera singer, Paulo Frazzoni, a small but vocally powerful man of humble birth from a peasant village in Southern Italy. Stein decided, with Barnum-style flair, to have Paulo Frazzoni make his entrance at the New York Theatre, in a horse and cart, dressed as a peasant, with various members of the orchestra following on. The themed cart would parade up from the Lower…