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Anita Santiago’s Los Angeles-based agency is one of the top specialists in the exploding field of ethnic advertising, which customizes and targets ads to various minority groups. In particular, Santiago helps advertisers tap into a Hispanic consumer market that spends an estimated $440-billion a year. She brings an interesting background (she started out writing TV soap operas in Venezuela), a keen understanding of Latin culture, and a master’s degree in clinical psychology to her work for such clients as Wells Fargo Bank and the California Milk Board. Q: What do you think about some of the changes we’ve seen in advertising to women in recent years – specifically, the kind of “empowering” images and messages put out there by Nike and others? A: I think it’s been a great thing because it really did begin to focus ads on women’s uniqueness. However, once again, the “women’s empowerment” theme is a very Anglo message and doesn't really ring a bell in the Hispanic market. Hispanic women have a different mind-set – and, of course, I’m generalizing here. But if you tend to have more of an “us”-oriented way of thinking, then as a woman you don’t want to talk about “doing my own thing.” People in the Hispanic culture tend to set their own goals within the landscape of family goals. The empowering message – “I am woman” – has an attitude that can be almost divisive. And that’s not the attitude this audience responds to.

Warren Berger
Phaidon Press
2001




See's Candies
Since 1987

IKEA North America
Since 2003

UnitedHealthcare
Since 2004

The Nielsen Company
Since 2006

Picturehouse
Since 2006

Bridgestone/Firestone
Since 2006

InterValley Health Plan
Since 2006

Compass Bank
Since 2007

IndyMac Bank
Since 2007
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Hawks rode the thermals
in front of me; some
at a lower altitude, so that
I could see their backs.
Vultures circling would have added drama, but there were none, never had been in all my desert travels. Perhaps it was a good omen. Sweating and wary on the top, we enjoyed the breeze and view for just a few seconds before beginning our descent. Ahead were a couple more mountain ridges, but beyond them it looked flat. We were about halfway down, skidding and sliding in a small cloud of dust, when the faint buzz of an airplane became audible. "Run!" cried Genero, down below in the lead, waving his arms for us to follow. Nothing was visible, but it could be soon – and so, then, would we. The dust cloud became larger, our movements reckless and desperate, and we strove for the bottom. There were no trees or cactuses at all on the small slope, and only when I arrived on nearly flat ground at the valley floor did I realize Genero had jumped into an arroyo. Stooping low under the trees along its rim, I shot in with the others.

Ted Conover
Coyotes