This is the week that I just cannot fit in writing my column, instead I'm going to give you a sneak peek of some really swanky photos I took (the rest will be going to a CBR piece.) I would love to write about my week, because I had one hell of a time at Comic-Con International in San Diego, but it is exactly because of this that I have no time.
One of the great things that I am lucky enough to be busy with is my reporting for CBR and the most exciting part of that are the photos about the design and fashion at the convention that I took. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your point of view) I took nearly two thousand photos which I am gradually sifting through now. Obviously quite a lot of them aren't relevant to my CBR reporting, so I'm going to post a few for you here now in lieu of an article. Let's hope that the old adage is true and that a picture is worth a thousand words...
I'll see you back here next week with my regular column. Meanwhile, look out for my Comic-Con coverage as it posts on CBR over the next days, including the Love and Rockets panel, the Alan Davis Spotlight and Chip Kidd's Art of Design panel.
I always hated that She-Ra didn't have the power, but the honor (i.e. her battle cry is "By the honor of Greyskull", instead of He-Man's "By the power of Greykull") This double whammy of pointlessness embodied by the Polly Pocket produced by Mattel was so ridiculous that I had to buy it. They saw me coming.
They built a bridge across the street from the Bayfront Hilton (at the far end of the convention center) so that you had an option other than the incredibly irritating four step process at ground level. It isn't just convenient, it is beautiful.
Once across the street, there was a giant, inflatable Smurf... don't ask me why, but it was surreal looking.
At Trickster, across the street from Comic-Con, they had all sorts of live art events happening, including this life-drawing session, open to all.
Walking back to the hotel, the city is lovely. On the right you can see the convention center, closed for the night but all lit up. People slept outside, lining up for the popular sessions in the morning.
Meeting up with fellow writer Greg Burgas, I really couldn't miss his colorful outfit.
I managed to catch Chew artist Rob Guillory in the middle of eating a burger, which seemed appropriate. Writer, John Layman assured me that if I'd gotten there moments earlier, I could have caught him eating a salad.
Princess Leia and Han Solo were absolutely thrilled to find a Lando Calrissian to pose with. There's something special about seeing cosplayers get so excited about meeting their fictional cohorts.
My brother dressed up as Superman and met up with this extremely accommodating Batman, who agreed to let us take his photo. I think they make a fantastic team.
I love this photo, when my brother bumped into one of his friends outside of the convention center. It looks like one of those cartoons from the back pages of the comic books in the '80's. It would probably be something about how hip and happening Superman is, and how kids should stay cool and not do drugs. The best part of this is that they weren't posing, this is just how they looked while they chatted. So classic.
I took some photos of this kid in full Hulk regalia, but I love this one afterwards, when his dad helps him stash his mask. There's something great about the way he's taking care of him and encouraging him to "Hulk out."
There's something deeply appealing to me about taking my photo with those Hanna-Barbera-type icons. I don't know why, probably because it makes me feel like I'm in a cartoon, just like I used to fantasize when I was a kid.
When Jack-in-the-Box stops to shake hands with Pikachu, you don't ask why, you just take the damn photo of this historic meeting of the minds.
From the last moments of the con, this sleepy little Tron kid hangs from his dad's hand. I don't know that I'd want to bring that small a child to Comic-Con, but if you have to, you might as well do some kind of insane costume together.