The items my performer parents accumulated in their long careers sometimes travel down to me in the form of mysterious poster tubes. I have a vague sense of the contents but I’m afraid to unroll them because they are from as far back as 1947 and fragile as a butterfly wing. These were not designed to be long-lasting posters. These are thin paper that got plastered across walls with cheap glue and the expectation of impermanence.
I had looked into mounting and framing for posterity but that was expensive and I have a lot of them. And then I realized that I have things my parents never had: a film degree, digital technology, and a professional photographer friend willing to teach me copy stand.
The lead up to this project was nerve wracking. There’s something about having $20,000 worth of rented camera equipment in the trunk of a car share that makes me jumpy. But it went really well!
I’m pleased to share the result. I’m considering having a few reprinted on canvas so I can manhandle them with impunity.
These posters are of my father’s productions; the only consistent name throughout you’ll see is Daniel Crouet. Here are just a few. Keeping in mind that some of these are wall sized. And obviously I haven’t done any Photoshop to remove the crease lines. I’m still basking in achieving this crucial first step, okay? Let me enjoy it. Ahhhhh.