Drake has a bourbon. Wayne Gretzky has a winery and distillery. Céline Dion has perfumes. Justin Bieber co-created a line of Timbits with Tim Hortons. Ryan Reynolds invested in and sold a gin business. And don’t get me started on the number of celebrities who attempted to launch a cannabis brand.
Canada has produced a remarkable number of global cultural icons, and some have managed to follow a particular playbook – build the fame, then monetize it through brand extensions, equity stakes, licensing arrangements, and product partnerships. The press releases are always celebratory.
The legal documents supporting them are something else entirely.
As a lawyer, I spend my days reading the contracts that nobody photographs at the announcement event: the trademark licensing agreements, the investment documents, and the co-branding arrangements that determine who actually owns what when the social media rollout is over. Here are a few takeaways about doing business with public figures that I have learned.
The Brand Is the Asset
Start with the most basic point, which is also the most persistently overlooked: a celebrity’s name, likeness, and associated trademarks are valuable commercial properties – arguably more valuable, in some cases, than any underlying product they’re attached to.
When a musician lends their name to a food brand, or when an athlete invests in a supplements company, the deal is not really about the consumer product. It’s about attaching a protected intellectual property asset, the celebrity’s brand, to a commercial vehicle and hoping both parties benefit from the arrangement. The product is the delivery mechanism. The name is the thing of value.
That means trademark registration for the product is not a formality to be handled after the deal closes. It’s the foundation on which the entire structure rests. A name or logo that has not been properly registered in each relevant jurisdiction is a brand that can be squatted on, diluted, counterfeited, or simply appropriated by someone who filed with the trademark office first. Canada and the United States operate entirely separate trademark systems, and the assumption that U.S. registration provides meaningful protection against Canadian exposure (or vice versa) is a costly and remarkably common mistake. The window between when a deal is announced publicly and when someone files a trademark application in the other country can be very short.
I’ve seen it happen.
Equity Isn’t the Same as Control
A celebrity brand deal will often involve the announcement of an “equity stake”, and with good reason: it sounds better than a licensing fee, it aligns long-term incentives, and it gives the celebrity a narrative about ownership rather than mere endorsement. Ownership plays better in interviews. It photographs better. It fits the zeitgeist of an era in which every cultural figure is expected to also be an entrepreneur.
But equity in a private company is worth exactly what the underlying shareholders’ agreement says it’s worth. If that agreement gives the celebrity a minority position with limited information rights, no meaningful board representation, a drag-along provision that can force them out on someone else’s timeline, and a poorly drafted exit mechanism, the stake may be genuinely difficult to realize. The celebrity’s name has provided the brand with enormous commercial value. The celebrity themselves may end up holding paper that’s hard to convert into anything tangible.
This matters with particular sharpness in the restaurant and food-and-beverage sector, where celebrity brand extensions are both especially common and especially prone to reputational risk, which are always newsworthy, but can collapse in a wave of bad press. There is no indemnification clause that makes a tabloid story disappear.
When a celebrity-backed restaurant concept fails publicly and messily, the legal documents may determine who absorbs the financial loss. They don’t determine who absorbs the brand damage.
The Hidden Clause Nobody Talks About
Equity and licensing are only part of the legal architecture. The other part is the endorsement agreement itself. Most endorsement contracts contain two categories of termination risk that are rarely publicized. The first is the morality clause: a provision that gives the brand the right to terminate if the endorser becomes, in the sponsor’s judgment, the subject of public disrepute, scandal, or conduct that reflects unfavourably on the brand. The language is typically broad by design, and it is the subjective decision of the brand owner that could lead to disputes.
Canada has produced its own instructive case on exactly this intersection. In Zigomanis v. D’Angelo Brands, an Ontario court considered what happened when an energy drink company purported to terminate its endorsement deal with professional hockey player Mike Zigomanis on two grounds: that he had been demoted from the NHL to a minor league affiliate, and that intimate photographs he had privately sent his then-girlfriend before the contract was signed had later been published online without his consent. The brand argued that both events triggered the termination provisions. The court disagreed on both counts. The demotion, it found, was not clearly captured by the contract’s language as a ground for termination. The photographs, taken and shared privately before the agreement existed, did not constitute conduct that would “shock, insult, or offend the community” within the meaning of the morals clause – particularly given that the communications were private, consensual, and predated the contract. D’Angelo Brands had wrongfully terminated the agreement and was liable for the full value of the contract.
The lesson is that the morality clause negotiation deserves as much attention as the fee negotiation. A broadly drafted clause gives the brand enormous unilateral power to exit a relationship at the first sign of controversy, leaving the endorser with damages litigation as their only remedy. A narrowly drafted clause protects the endorser but may leave the brand exposed to exactly the kind of reputational association it was trying to avoid. Neither party benefits from imprecision. The contract that everyone signs at the announcement event is the same contract that determines who pays whom when things fall apart.
What Actually Protects You
None of this is an argument against celebrity brand partnerships, which can be genuinely lucrative and strategically intelligent when properly structured. It is an argument for treating the legal architecture of the deal with the same seriousness as the marketing strategy, rather than rushing it as the last step.
Register the trademarks associated with the celebrity-backed product before anything is announced. Negotiate the shareholders’ agreement as carefully as you negotiate the equity percentage, because the percentage is almost meaningless without understanding the terms that govern it. Know what a name is licensed to do, what standards govern how it’s used, and what happens to it contractually if the company using it goes bankrupt, gets acquired, or simply stops returning calls.
The photo at the announcement event will live on social media indefinitely. The contract will live in a drawer. But when things go sideways, it is the contract that determines what happens next.
Fame is the asset. The agreement is the insurance policy.
Chad Finkelstein is a partner and registered trademark agent with the law firm of Dale & Lessmann, in Toronto.












Romana Didulo and her followers took over a decommissioned school in Saskatchewan and painted it purple. Zander Sherman
Many of Didulo’s followers found her through her videos and other social media channels.
Didulo speaks at a protest of Covid vaccine mandates on Parliament Hill in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Feb. 3, 2022. Patrick Doyle/REUTERS
Ashley St. Germaine is a senior investigative officer with the RCMP in Regina, Saskatchewan.
Brad Miller was mayor of Richmound, a prairie town of about 120 people, when Didulo and her followers moved into the old school.Zander Sherman
After the encounters with the Kingdom, Miller sleeps with a firearm under his bed.
After Didulo and her followers moved into the old school, a fence was constructed around the property.
Didulo and several followers were arrested in 2025 during a raid on the school.Shawn Mullin/Swift Current Online
Cherry Torres, Jay Armstrong Johnson, Jimin Moon, Ryan Duncan, and Ryann Redmond Matthew Murphy*
Cherry Torres, Jimin Moon, Ryann Redmond, Jay Armstrong Johnson, and Ryan Duncan Marc J Franklin*
Donald Trump and FIFA President Gianni Infantino stand as Spain celebrates its World Cup victory, on July 19, 2026.
America Got the World Cup It Deserves — Good and Bad
For the past six weeks or so I’ve been having a recurring fight with my friends. The dispute is over whether or not it’s ethical to support the U.S. national team in the World Cup.
To the vast majority of people reading this article, this is an absurd question: of course you can and should support the United States Men’s National Team, you weirdo. And look, I’m with you. But despite the fact that my friends are pompous dorks who are no fun to watch the game with, the question they raise is valid: Are our national teams avatars of the administration in power, or of the people and promise of that country?
If you believe the former, then yeah, it’s pretty fucking weird to support the USMNT. In doing so, by that thinking, you’d be engaging in a sort of athletic nationalism on behalf of a country run by Donald Trump, the most corrupt president in history, who forced the Iranian national team to flee across the border immediately after the final whistle of each of their games, whose federal police have shot numerous civilians dead in the street during a brutal immigration crackdown, who has started a war and supported a genocide while covering up his close personal friendship with the most notorious pedophile in modern history.
I mean just look at him. On Sunday he waddled down onto the field to present Spain with their trophy, lingering on stage with the victorious team as they tried to celebrate. The presence of Mexican President Claudia Steinbaum and Canadian Prime Minister Mark Carney did little to dilute the image of Trump standing next to his crony Gianni Infantino, grinning at all the trappings of their power, hands caressing a trophy they’d done nothing to earn, lingering well past his cue to leave Spain to their glory. This World Cup, literally, had Donald Trump’s fingerprints all over it.
And yet, this was one of the most thrilling, beautiful World Cups in recent memory. That’s America, baby — contradictions abound.
Over the past five weeks of the greatest athletic competition on Earth, we’ve seen games that will literally never leave my memory. The final, which I attended yesterday in New Jersey, was remarkably forgettable — a 0-0 draw until the 106th minute, with Spain dominating every second of play and yet unable to score, undone time and time again by their insistence on tricksy passing and the personal heroics of Argentina’s goalkeeper Emi Martinez. The rest of the tournament, however, delivered. Cabo Verde, refusing to lose until the very last moments of the first knockout round, battling back again and again against both teams that would eventually play in the final. The sheer dominance of France’s Kylian Mbappe in front of goal, scoring at will, rivaled only by the aging GOAT Leo Messi and the Norwegian warlord Erling Haaland. England’s heroic stand at the Estadio Azteca in Mexico City, 45 minutes in the rain, a man down, holding out for the win and singing “Wonderwall” with what felt like half the stadium when it ended. Off the pitch, too: the Algerian national team being welcomed with open arms by Lawrence, Kansas; Scottish braves drinking Boston dry and partying wildly with Haitian fans that overcame so much just to be at the tournament. In Mexico, of course, the World Cup was everything, and its fans threw joyous South Koreans pumped full of tequila into the air, and celebrated in the streets with opposing fans even after their hard-fought defeat to England.
For the United States, what the 2026 World Cup was — what our team was, what our fans were, what our performance as hosts was — is a reflection of two things at once: what our nation is and what it can be.
Our star striker, Folarin Balogun, was born here by accident, a citizen only because of a birthright system that our president is currently trying to erase. We have Ricardo and Giovanni and Freeman and Zendejas. We have another striker whose name is Haji, for goodness sake. I look at that team and I see the country America can be, one in which any soul born in or living within our arbitrary borders can become part of a great national project that seeks to improve the lives of everyone it can. And yet, I can also look at that team and see a reflection of what the country is, because there is an anchor around its neck. When Balogun was — albeit unjustly — suspended for a crucial match, Trump himself stepped in. Cronyism saved the day and got Balogun reinstated, but ruined the fragile harmony the team had enjoyed. On the pitch against Belgium, they came apart. Temperamental star Christian Pulisic tried to go alone and then quit, aging defender Tim Ream’s legs failed him when he needed them most, a young goalkeeper slipped and fell when he had no good options for support.
What more can you say about a team, about our country? The team is an entity that is capable of more but still has so far to go, that is vulnerable to the same forces of avarice and selfishness and fear that plague our national identity writ large.
It’s possible to end the story there, to say good riddance to another failed year and fractured team. But I think that’s a mistake. I think if you believe that you haven’t really been watching. I think that’s also why it pissed me off so much that some of my friends wouldn’t root for the U.S. Yes, we have flaws, like every country involved in the tournament. Yes, our current team management and political government are filled with morons. But if you won’t put on the shirt you’re essentially opting out of our future. We can’t wait around for a better world, a better team, a better president, before we deign to lend our support. Progress only comes from effort, from caring, from believing in something more.
One of my favorite images of the World Cup was a crowd shot of the opening match against Paraguay in Los Angeles: every race, color and creed of American there is, all covered in red white and blue. It’s corny and trite, sure. But that’s what it’s all about. That’s why we’re here. You have to believe. The U.S. won that game 4-2. In four years, we’ll be even better.