GSD&M’s best-known bit of language may well be “Don’t Mess with Texas,” which has become the unofficial slogan of the agency’s famously maverick home state. Remarkably, GSD&M coined the phrase in 1985 as the centerpiece of an anti-litter campaign it devised for the Texas Department of Highways. Over the years, the message was adopted by musicians, good old boys, and politicians and became a rallying cry on a par with “Remember the Alamo.” “We took them out of the litter business and put them in the pride business,” says Spence. “It became a big, macho, Texan kind of deal. That’s an edgier place to play. And that edge is why litter went down so much. We made it anti-Texan to litter.”
Roy Spence is so committed to the power of purpose (his agency defines its business as purpose-based branding) that one of his GSD&M colleagues, Haley Rushing, actually has the title of “Chief Purposologist.” Rushing, who is trained in cultural anthropology, immerses herself in the history, economics, values, and practices of existing and potential clients to unearth the advocacy agenda (or lack thereof) at the heart of their strategy.
“We don’t create the purpose of an organization,” Spence says. “Our job is to bring it to life and create the language of leadership. In the nineties, we saw that a rising tide lifts all boats. Now we see that a changing tide tests the strength of your anchor. What you stand for is as important as what you sell.”
INNOVATION THROUGH AGITATION—STRATEGY ON THE EDGE
You don’t need to convince Arkadi Kuhlmann of the power of purpose or tell him that the values you stand for are as important as the products you sell. “I love our advocacy position,” he exults. “It differentiates us. Most companies, especially in an industry like banking, are truly boring. If you do things the way everybody else does, why do you think you’re going to do any better?”
In many respects, ING Direct USA is to banks what Southwest is to airlines—an aggressive, low-cost competitor with a brash attitude and a clear point of view. That’s why the company, much like its founder, is feisty, combative, colorful. Its headquarters complex, composed of five beautifully renovated buildings on or near the Christina River in downtown Wilmington, is a blast of color in an otherwise drab, sleepy city. The distinctly American complex also pays homage to the Dutch origins of ING Direct’s parent company. Sales and customer service operate out of a sparkling office tower once owned by Chase Manhattan that’s been renamed the Spaarport (“piggybank” in Dutch). In the lobby of the Spaarport, crackling with energy, is an ING Direct café, an ultramodern coffee shop that offers up cappuccino, sandwiches, CNBC on flat-screen TVs, and free Internet access. Marketing operates out of a onetime railroad office, built in 1904, that’s been renamed the Orangerie. (ING Direct’s flagship product is the “Orange” savings account, and orange colors every aspect of the company’s public presence.) The top executives work in a 19th-century leather tannery renamed the Pakhuis (“warehouse” in Dutch), which was renovated in 2000 and remodeled in 2005 to accommodate the company’s torrid growth.
It’s a point of pride for Kuhlmann that many of the people who work in these buildings have been recruited from outside the banking business. “If you want to renew and re-energize an industry,” he advises, “don’t hire people from that industry. You’ve got to untrain them and then retrain them. I’d rather hire a jazz musician, a dancer, or a captain in the Israeli army. They can learn about banking. It’s much harder for bankers to unlearn their bad habits. They’re trapped by the past. Remember, resurrection has only worked once in history.”
Well, maybe twice. Kuhlmann himself is a three-decade veteran of the banking industry whose career began as a fast-track executive with the ever so proper Royal Bank of Canada. “It’s amazing when I think back to those days,” says Kuhlmann, seated at his no-frills workspace in the company’s open-office setting. “At age thirty-three, I was made vice president of commercial banking. I had a private office with the nicest curtains. I had a private dining room. I had a chauffeur who picked me up at seven-thirty in the morning and a guy who came by my desk at eight-thirty to polish my shoes. I remember what happened after the board meeting where I got named vice president. Someone came out and said, ‘Congratulations on your red hat.’ I asked one of my colleagues, ‘Red hat, what did he mean?’ He said, ‘You know, like the cardinals wear.’ I had true corporate power in the old-fashioned sense. Today I’ve got none of those trappings of power.”
Indeed, Kuhlmann makes it a point to remind his colleagues that ING exists precisely to challenge that style of power. On the sidewalk outside the Pakhuis, for example, is a thick white line painted directly in front of the entrance. The not-so-subtle message: cross that line and you’ve left the sleepy environs of downtown Wilmington (and the financial services establishment) to enter a different kind of place. Employees leaving the Pakhuis see a sign posted right before the exit. It reads, did today really matter?
“We keep increasing the intensity, the passion, the goals,” Kuhlmann says. “We’re doing a billion dollars a month of new deposits right now. I just announced that we are going to step that up to two billion dollars. It’s scaring Davidson the hell out of everybody, but we’ll do it. It’s very hard to be an employee here and not ask yourself, ‘Am I up for this or not?’ It’s not about getting people stressed. It’s about getting them full of conviction.”
Outside its home base, ING Direct is a master of bold publicity stunts and brash PR moves. To increase its visibility in southern California, the bank paid for free fill-ups at Shell stations in Manhattan Beach, Santa Monica, and Burbank. The lines of cars stretched for miles, and motorists waited for hours—the scenes became a fixture on the TV news. In northern California, Kuhlmann, a motorcycle enthusiast, personally led 700 Harley-Davidson owners on a 60-mile “Freedom Ride,” culminating in an ear-splitting concert by the classic rock group Kansas. In Boston, ING Direct paid for all subway lines on the MBTA (known as the “T” among Bostonians) to be free one morning to rush-hour commuters—a high-profile stunt that the company dubbed the “ING Direct Boston T Party.”
To be sure, the first order of business for ING Direct is about bread-and-butter substance, not bells-and-whistles stunts—creating financial products that make it easy and financially rewarding for customers to save. But just as big a part of its strategy is identifying products it won’t offer. As aggressive as ING Direct has been in its target markets, it has shown just as much restraint in avoiding potentially lucrative markets that are off-target. ING Direct doesn’t issue credit cards, market auto loans, or even provide traditional checking accounts—lines of business that most bankers would launch in a heartbeat if they were in Kuhlmann’s shoes. But those services encourage customers to spend rather than to save, so they’re not part of the model.*
ING Direct has also resisted the temptation to enter online brokerage, an obvious bit of diversification that any self-respecting MBA student would urge the company to embrace. Millions of customers already bank with ING Direct over the Web, so why not let them trade stocks as well? “Because if you are truly committed to helping people change their financial lives, and to doing it step by step, then you should not encourage them to do things that could lead them to lose money,” explains Jim Kelly, the bank’s chief customer service officer, who also oversees marketing, sales, and operations.
That’s instructive: companies that compete on a disruptive point of view are defined as much by the opportunities they choose not to pursue as by the businesses they do enter. Roy Spence remembers the early days of Southwest Airlines, when it faced one of many bare-knuckle challenges to its advocacy mission. In 1981 a start-up called Muse Air, launched by Lamar Muse, a disgruntled cofounder and former CEO of Southwest, mounted an assault on Herb Kelleher and his other onetime colleagues by offering an airline with planes that were sleeker, seats that were roomier, and service that focused on luxury rather than down-home humor. (Industry wags nicknamed Muse’s company Revenge Air.) Southwest was rattled; many executives urged Kelleher to buy his own fleet of new