Growing up, I lived in a house without art: no picture books on the shelves, no visits to museums, no posters on the bedroom wall.
I collect old Coon Chicken Inn memorabilia. I collect black memorabilia, like old minstrel posters. It was a real place. There was one in Seattle, one in Portland, and one in Salt Lake City. They started in 1925, and then they went out of business around 1958.
When I was a child, I had posters of James Dean in my room. I was a big admirer of his work and was fascinated by him living on the edge. Looking back, my life was kind of the same.
Fans see you on hoardings, posters, on the screen with perfect makeup, perfect hair, perfect clothes etc. Perfection is such a hunger! Especially when it comes to actors and stars, they always expect perfection.
My grandmother introduced me to B.B. King. She wasn’t someone who had a lot of posters, but there was a big poster of B.B. King on the wall as soon as you walked into her house in Meridian, Mississippi.
I miss the newness of Magic Eye posters, which really are amazing.
I never went to rock concerts when I was a kid. I didn’t see any rock & roll bands. I had posters on my wall. I had Beatles records.
I don’t go out, so I don’t get attention from girls. They’re not going to have posters of me on their walls. I just try to get on with my life.
In our school, there were lots of bands putting up posters saying ‘Come to our gigs’.
Yeah, I did some small parts in high school and the first year of college and then fairly soon thereafter I settled into the backstage scenery, and then at the University of Maryland I was doing posters for their productions.
Advertisers with their bag of goodies and promotions have entered classrooms and begun to put up billboards and posters inside schools. They persuade cash-starved schools into opening their doors to them by paying for access to classrooms and space for their advertising material and promotions.
It doesn’t matter how tired I am; I will always still be happy. As soon as you go onstage, you get adrenaline. You hear the crowd: they’re screaming your name. They have posters. The energy gives you energy.
Handwritten political posters – often composed in an artless and unadorned style, usually just words on plain white paper – were ubiquitous in South Korea in the 1970s and 1980s and were one of the few outlets available for expressing political views. Most posters were anonymous and put up under the cover of night.
When I was just 13 years old, I even painted cinema posters.
I’m hoping that word-of-mouth on the film – people seeing it and liking it – that that will drive more people to the theaters, because I haven’t seen the billboards or the posters or anything.
I have wrinkles which are very evident. I will particularly say when I look at movie posters, ‘You guys have airbrushed my forehead. Please, can you change it back?’
When I was a kid, I was kind of obsessed with that movie ‘Dick Tracy.’ Burger King had all this ‘Dick Tracy’ stuff, and I collected all of it, and I had the posters, and I watched it on a loop.
I’m not a kid. You don’t get in this business for anonymity. It’s not like I have posters of myself on the wall, but at the same time, I’m kind of ready for a little bit of it, but I worry for my little one, and my family – their privacy. That’s what I’m more protective of.
I remember Nazi election propaganda posters showing a hateful Jewish face with crooked nose.
I’m really into acquiring film paraphernalia – that’s my hobby. I love old movie posters, cameras and film reels.
My brother and I had Henrik Larsson posters everywhere.
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