Weekend in Review: Sunday at Comic-Con
Somehow, this post got delayed by a little over a month. While it’s not quite relevant, it was sitting on my desk for all that time, and kept getting shoved to the side.
So without further ado, I present to you my photoblog of Sunday at the New York Comic-Con 2009.
Sunday was a bright and, well, sunny day, a well as being Kids’ Day. As I walked to the convention, there were children being hoisted on shoulders and being told all sorts of fanciful half-truths to conceal the fact that they were being led to the con, most likely to surprise them.
Getting there is half the Fun.
The place was jumping when I arrived in the early afternoon, and the crowds were eagerly taking it all in. Faker stirred up a fair amount of surprised reactions,? and the crowd continually surged around him as they went into the Dealer’s Area or paused to take photos with him. Somewhere on Eternia, Adam is sharpening his magic sword.
Faker stands tall over his admirers.
I don’t know what this guy was, but people seemed to be very into him. More so when his head stopped bobbling and he wandered around the con.
Sits right on the dashboard- if you're Galactus, maybe.
Kids love an armored space guy. But perhaps the craziest thing that happened that day was when that black guy in the left corner…
They really do love Space guys. I'm telling you.
turned into a Stormtrooper! I quickly fled the scene before the Force turned me into an Ewok or something.
Magical Transformation into a Stormtrooper... The Force was not quite as strong in that one.
After hiding out in a panel or two, I figured it was safe to walk the floor a bit more. That was where I was wrong. As I made my way around, some wild Pokemon appeared. I managed to get away safely, but it was a close one, let me tell you.
Charizard and Venasaur were up to no good. Me and my Tentacruel were having none of that.
While I tried to be discreet with taking pictures of the Desktop Heroes booth…
Crikey! Look at that booth!
I was quickly spotted, and any hope of capturing these gentle creatures in their natural habitat was shattered. I stowed my camera and fled before I did any more damage to their fragile convention ecosystem.
It was like when that plane flew over that undiscovered tribe, and the warriors started throwing spears at it.
There was so much awesome going on with this group that they made my camera go blurry.
I figure that they're vampires or something when they're not cosplaying.
I’m serious. These were the best two out of a large handful of pictures that I shot of them during the day.
Maybe half-vampires. Or possibly reverse vampires, considering that it was the middle of the afternoon.
While walking down a lonely stretch of carpet towards the back of the convention, I found CC the Banana. He was in good spirits, (as you can see across his peel,) and posed for me.
He's got fan appeal.
While I’m not excited about the upcoming GI Joe movie, I was excited about this guy’s costume. It was sweet. I wish that my camera was better so I could have shown you all the details. Funny thing was that he was pretty short, almost like a Mini-Cobra Commander.
Evil. Now in bite-size!
I don’t think that I’ve ever seen anyone dress up as a Disney Princess at a convention, and Belle as a commoner is probably the last one I would expect (with the first being Princess Jasmine, and the second probably being Ariel, and Aurora from Sleeping Beauty as a close third), so there was something there that wasn’t there before, as far as this reporter’s concerned, anyhow.
Want something more than this provincial life? Visit the NY Comic-Con!
Finally, the magic ended, and the convention offically closed. Faker was still vigilant, but only seemed concerned with people who might be trying to sneak into the con, so I snapped a few pictures of him as I walked out. If this one hadn’t been so blurry (lousy QuickCam Traveler…) It’d actually be a really good shot.
I probably used up all of my Artistic Photography powers with this one.
Finally, there was nothing left to do but join the masses leaving the convention, and walk back to 6th Avenue to take the train back to Brooklyn, and await the Comic-Con’s return in October.
You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here.
