Brands. Everything is a brand these days, each meaning something, good or bad. Even people are brands now.
Brands are things you love or loathe. Or are indifferent to. Some you’ll go out of your way to buy into or be associated with, others the opposite. Some you trust, others less so. Unless the brand spends millions on a rebrand and starts to look like or mean something else.
There is the mother of all branding exercises going on in Milan right now. A thing called Expo 2015 is taking place, the latest instalment of the World Fair. It’s like a motor show for countries, where the countries replace the cars and each has a few dozen square metres to build upwards and outwards with stands to show the rest of the world what you’re all about.
Britain has wild gardens. America has big screens of Barack Obama talking. Brazil has a big rope climb. The Czech Republic has a swimming pool with a half-car, half-bird thing in it. North Korea has ginseng. Belgium has fries. Argentina has big steaks. Belize has a man with a nice picture book of beautiful views. Italy has queues for its display too long to join. Azerbaijan seemingly has a lot of money. Azerbaijan’s ‘stand neighbour’, the UAE, has even more.