She limped down our drive leaning heavily on her walking stick.  A lovely, friendly woman, who was always welcoming and kind to us and our children, age had not been kind to her.  Now in her 80s she was short, somewhat overweight and twisted by the rigours of life.

We chatted away for a few minutes about the heat and satisfaction of sorting things out.  Inspired by this idea she then said: “well I’m going back home now to put on my oldest bikini and work up a good sweat in the garden”.

Eek!  The image of her in any bikini flashed through my mind.  Much as I like the woman I did not need that image, that graphic and disturbing image, implanting too concretely and permanently in my mind.

Strangely I can find no word for the concept and those much more literary folks I know (such as my wife) could not think of one either, but it surely needs a name doesn’t it?  There is a great worm in German for the auditory equivelant.  An ohrworm (literally translated as ear worm) is a tune that you hear and then can’t get out of your mind.

So we made one up over dinner with a friendly wordsmith.  To invideate shall mean to insert a graphic image into someone else’s mind unexpectedly and against their will.  A friendly professor of classics corrected the spelling (I thought it was my word!) so now we are just waiting for insertion in the OED.

So can we use the power of invideation in product marketing?  The idea, or mental image, needs to meet some basic criteria if it is to be successful:

  • Sufficiently new not to be filed with all the other skateboarding parrots and other dross
  • Arresting, not necessarily shocking, but have enough impact to stop us in our tracks with an “Eek”, “Ooh” or “Aah”
  • Have some direct association or meaning for the target individual.  It is not just an old lady in a bikini, it is an old lady I know, and like, in a bikini

That’s all it takes.  Go on: invideate your product into your target customers minds!

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With special thanks to Julie Summers, Graham Ives and Steve Harrison