MY POSTER PAST :: part 4

After however many years of paying homage to film & television, I suddenly had a strong (and somewhat pointless) craving for variety. That added to the fact that they simply weren't making easily available posters for all the movies I wanted to celebrate. So, with this equation, I kept a sharp eye for works of art that were worthy of my sacred walls, and it often proved to hang somewhere between an agonizing struggle and mild complacency; sometimes I found stuff that fit in with my interests, and sometimes I just needed posters - and they qualified.

- Paul

The Scream

No angsty preteen doesn't love "The Scream" - and the print I bought had its own appropriately somber history. Apart from inexplicably being manufactured in black and white, it sat rolled, unopened, and neglected in a corner for some time - long enough for one edge to be chewed on by my dog, which created a fascinating recurring pattern of teeth marks along one side.
This was a tough one to love.

The Alchemist

I was into fantasy stuff for a minute: wizards, dragons, castles - but more for the treasure, skulls, and fire. I even had an extensive collection of pewter figurines depicting such - it was an aesthetic of gothic busyness that appealed to me, and this poster captured a bit of that.
Oddly, my interest in this stuff didn't derive from any film or literature, and to this day I've yet to come across any movies or books that've captured the look that once sparked an interest.

Religious Views of Life

I wasn't raised with any religion in my house, so I was always a bit ignorant to the mechanics and origin stories and rituals. Fortunately, I stumbled upon this ancient scroll that not only summed up the details, but also fit in with the medieval motif I was steering into.
That & it had a buncha swear words on it.

1960 Corvette

For a while there, this particular year/make/model machine kept popping up on my radar (particularly Animal House and True Lies), and while I wasn't particularly into cars at that age (especially not sports cars), I found this particular sports car to be very sexy.
Lo and behold, this ended up being the auto pinup of the mid 90s (and I contributed to that achievement).

Jenny McCarthy

I wasn't entirely aware of Jenny when I bought this masterpiece; I don't know too many 11-year-old boys who gave a shit about Singled Out. But an argument against a naked blonde with pink satin sheets and a smile is an argument you will lose.
Objectification at its purest.