This passed weekend the Supanova pop-culture exhibition was on in Melbourne, so, armed with two of the radest cosplay bros anybody could ask for, we threw on some Pacific Rim costumes and chilled out there for a couple of hours on Saturday.
Kero as Tendo Choi, MaEmon as Newton ‘Newt’ Geiszler, and myself as Hermann Gottlieb.
People who don’t understand geometry: me.
A word on my cosplay practices in relation to piercings:
Hider jewellery.
When cosplaying as characters who don’t feature any visible piercings (and excluding the occasions where a degree of artistic liberty is taken), I utilise hider-jewellery for the big stupid holes in and around my face.
Fact: I have been a huge South Park fan since way back and recently quit life to play their new game; The Stick of Truth.
Plush dolls from 1998, times sure have changed since then.
This is a game I’d been looking forward to for… quite a long time, which feels a little strange being that I’ve never had more than a passing interest in any of their previous ventures into videogame territory. Shows don’t always translate so well into games (or, for that matter, the other way around), not to mention that nagging fear that anything you look forward to will be underwhelming.
Thankfully this was not one of those occasions.
Warning for spoilers and inappropriate content which may or may not follow.
Making a conspiracy map as a part of my Gravity Falls/Dipper Pines costume. This is based on the map seen in the episode “Irrational Treasure” which is taken from Journal #3 and subsequently crafted into a rather fetching hat.
More time and effort went into producing this than any reasonable person should readily admit.
Right, well, now that’s out of the way…
Last weekend I attended what I keep on referring to as “white lights festival” or some variation thereof, but I think was actually called simply “White Night”.
Recently I have been vaguely attempting to actually work on personal cosplay projects again (after realising that we’re nearly a quarter into 2014 already and all I’ve really done between paid jobs is wallow in self-pity).
Life is hard.
To be honest I’m not really cut out for this whole “being an adult” thing.
True story: I’ve gotten up every day with the intention of cutting my fingernails for the past month-and-a-half. They’re impractically long, chipped, cracked, dented, and any day now one is going to break right back at the skin line and it’s going to hurt like a fuck.
But I just can’t bring myself to care.
Important Valentine’s Day announcement!
The mystery of the silly padlocked footbridge has been solved!
What’s that? You have no idea what I’m talking about?
Do you enjoy jewellery and body modification?
Have a bunch of hanging style earrings you love but can’t actually wear because they’re way too small a gauge to fit through the big stupid holes in your lobes?
Bitch, do I have answers for you!