Pristiq Ala Porcelain. This isn’t a staged shot. Of course, the brochure obviously didn’t fly itself from a doctor’s office to the medical building men’s room. I don’t know whether the person who created this tableau had set the scene for their own photo or just as a spontaneous artistic statement on drug advertising. In any case, I was grateful for gift.
I’m pretty sure that the people who create and approve advertising for anti-depressants are on serious drugs themselves. That’s the only way I can explain the utter creepiness of the cover image. I almost started spontaneously hallucinating just from glimpsing the utter surrealism of the sad wind-up doll with the glowing purple blouse.
The television commercial is even worse. Who in their right mind would ingest a drug that had to use half of a sixty second spot to rattle off disclaimers about deadly side-effects? Oh. Right.