Bill and I touched back down in the Bay on Monday. Seattle’s Emerald City Comicon is the only convention we’ve flown Flimflammery for, whether pop or indie art. I’ve been helping Bill table for years, but something about this particular convention weekend shuttled me down a more introspective path than others…
…And then I got sucked down the rabbit hole that was the Lego exhibit – but before I get to that, quick thoughts:
On fanning out.
If you haven’t already read my bit about how Comic-Con (and conventions, in general) are “weird,” then click here first and don’t come back ’til you’re done. I just roll my eyes at the whole “Comic conventions are for losers” dismissal. I’m a firm believer in not knocking it ’til you try it (except for balut, which I am fairly certain I would not find pleasant), and typically non-conventiongoers snub conventiongoers without having ever stepped into a convention.
The judgment largely comes from people who are basing their distaste on the most-discussed convention types: the mouthbreathers, male ponytail rockers, adults who can’t read social cues. As I’ve stated before, inherently these are the most-discussed crowds, but more and more they represent a minority of all the Whatever Con ticketholders. Whether able to carry a non-awkward conversation or not, the general public ends up making fun of comic conventiongoers’ degree of fandom. Fanboys. Fangirls. In costume. Plastered in buttons. Rooms covered in X-Files posters.
If the “weirdness” stems from fanning out more than is acceptable, then there are throngs of people outside of convention center walls guilty of the same thing. So cosplayers make replicas of Princess Leia’s cinnamon buns. Doesn’t Lauren Conrad’s fashion- and beauty-infused image rely on the revenues of girls who look nothing like her, yet want to imitate her blown dry-by-a-professional hair? It’s not all that different. One is spending time and exercising creativity. One is taking hours of work resulting in a representative paycheck, and trading it in for something mass-produced. I have so much respect for the mom who sewed a custom tutu for her Baby Tardis, much more than the reality TV addict who shells out earned money on whatever’s being hawked in Kim Kardashian’s latest bought Tweet.
And let’s be real. When a trendy girl wears Kim’s latest trendy trend, people don’t recognize her on the street for keeping up with a Kardashian. They just wonder if the bebe sale is still going on. At least with fantasy and sci-fi costumes, the time goes into a recognizable look that large groups of people can appreciate.
All Three Days: Men in leotards. Mostly, I applaud them. But if you’re a doode going out in public in a body tight leo, please wear a cup. It’s not that I question the size of your prowess. It’s that I’d rather it be large and ambiguous than small and descriptive. Leave it to the imagination, please. All of it.
On Day 2, this woman was walking around with painted breasts and a yellow chiffon scarf tied around her waist – which was lined with just a G-string. (Picture it. We could see 99% of the goods.) I don’t care how you dress at dedicated cosplay conventions or even AVN Awards shows, but ECCC is neither: It is a family-friendly comic convention in downtown Seattle where there are kids playing with balloons two doors down from the Sci-Fi Speed Dating.
On Day 3, the woman wore baggy jeans, a frumpy T-shirt, and denim jacket. She was not dressed as anything. The whole situation was confusing: at first inappropriate, and then you wondered if something happened in between Days 2 and 3 that shot down her confidence. Or if she just didn’t wake up in time to paint her tits.
Is this why they call it “Emerald City Comicon?”
I saw two separate individuals walking the convention floor smoking out of vaporizers. If I was high, I think the sheer thought of being at a convention would make me paranoid.
But back to my favorite part of ECCCon: The Lego displays! Batcave with moving parts. An installation of The Shire that stretched for tables and tables. Even the famed Alice Finch’s Lego Hogwarts. I had never seen such Lego works before, and it was really impressive. Lego Hogwarts takes up as much space as my walk-in closet, and my walk-in closet could easily fit a twin bed (maybe two) inside.
Nerds playing with plastic bricks they may be, but I loved the works these folks turned out. Check out a few more shots here.