I had posters for A bout de souffle and Andy Warhol's Flesh on my wall when I was 15 in the 70s. I got them via an advert in a film magazine. There was life before eBay.
Ebay comment unnecessary! Grow up.
I know this stuff was out there....I know this stuff was available.....this kid in this story with this life didn't seem to have the means as I didn't have the means when I was that age in a simlar world in a similar situation.
I remember going to London and finding a shop full of film posters and thinking....one day, I want those. I was still getting £1.50 pocket money in 1986. (I was from a big family and worked for the family so had no option for working for more for someone else.)
My point is the film showed none of the aspiration and yearning that discovering art and pop culture and literature and music inspires when you're young and alone and finding things outside of you peer's world.
This boy was simply 15, uncool, but had all the cool books and pictures and quotes ready and to hand and there.
I'm sure a part of me believes that at 15 I was super duper and jazzy fuckin' hip shit, but I know I was still stumblin' along. I read what film mags I could get my hands on, and spent ages in the library looking at books they wouldn't let me hire, and I thought Patti Smith was 'A genius' and Iggy Pop 'sexy' and yes, I got my Nan to buy me the Andy Warhol Diaries, and I got Miles Davies 'Sketches of Spain' and thought Quentin Crisp was someone I should design my attitude to life upon and that this fella that Barfly was based on seemed like a good role model and that Broadway Danny Rose and Bananas were both very funny, but Hannah and Her Sister was probably smarter and the one I should like it more........and if it wasn't for Alex Coc i'd be just like everybody else.......
.....thing is, at the time, in the moment.....not a lot of it made sense.
I was 15 on a housing estate next to an industrial estate and I'd just been told I wasn't allowed to do any O levels cos I was a trouble maker.....so in my mind I was thick and I didn't deserve anything. My old man kicking me up an ddown the stairs didn't help Setting fire to things didn't really help either, but it felt good, although it was stupid and dangerous and I did cause some terrible messes.
Cinema continues to depict these kids as 'super cool' despite their loser status and they always get the girl in the 'sexy' anorak, who's a bit sharp tongued, but soft on the inside.
Anyway, fuck you and your short sharp ebay throwaway.......lucky you and your 70s poster, hip shit!