i consider myself a lover of the digital age. i am tapping this post out on a macbook pro, while listening to spotify and periodically checking instagram on my iphone all in a coffee shop in northeast minneapolis. the vast majority of the other patrons here are indulging in similar behaviors. a simply regal scene of millennial solidarity.
although i enjoy the diverse offerings of this “netflix binge then tweet my insightful analysis” era, i am also a reverent appreciator of what came before. you know: dusty paperbacks, vinyl records, and the performances of clark gable.
what i love about the literature, music and film of before is how often these works could stir beautiful experiences beyond their primary medium. for example, freewheelin’ bob dylan gave the world more than just the second studio record showcasing the deepening cultural insights of the once robert zimmerman. it also gave us an iconic cover to touch and admire as we slip the vinyl from its paper sleeve.
in a similar vein, golden era film wasn’t just about viewing frank capra’s it happened one night in an itunes and earbuds fed vacuum, it was about getting dressed up and viewing a beautiful film from the red velvet seats of a theater; curtained, sculpturally embellished, and thick with anticipation.
photographer franck bohbot pays homage to the delivery system of film’s golden era, the theater, through a wonderful series of photographs. enjoy them and…
long live what came before.
see the golden age theaters captured by franck bohbot here.