There is something about forbidden love which beckons us and draws us in – perhaps the element of danger, of illicitness, of getting caught – forbidden love is like the apple in the Garden of Eden: it cries out to you saying, “You want me. You know you want me.”.
Poster artists have always recognized and celebrated the allure of the forbidden. Whether it is Paul Iribe’s amazing work for the French wine importer Nicolas.
Or Charles Gibson’s searingly acute view into the American upper class at the beginning of the 1900’s
Romance has always been good and rich material for poster artists. Shortly after I opened L’Affichiste, I bought a poster which I thought was a perfect poster for me: called La Divorcee (an operetta in three acts), it featured a bootylicious matron being chased (kind of) by an ardent suitor. As – no matter how hard I try, and how much exercise I incorporate into my routine – my rearview is, (ahem) generous, and as the first two acts of my adventures in matrimony were less than successful, I figure my third act will bring the house down. As I said, La Divorcee – a perfect poster for me!