Swatch apologises for ‘slanted eye' ad after online backlash in China
The Swiss watchmaker apologised for the campaign. In social media posts over the weekend, the company said it had 'taken note of the recent concerns regarding the portrayal of a model' in the advert.
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The Age
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- The Age
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