Apart from the drowsy Karloff portrait photo, this profile interview on the Swedish Comics Association’s blog is of course very flattering, and I will immediately see if that goodwill extends to an advance payment on my next salary.
My last day of Lakes International Comics Art Festival went by in a blur, in part due to a slump in visitors, and the consequent panic that I’d possibly lugged more books to Kendal than I would be able to sell. That, and the effects of the quite different blur of the previous night.
Those who know me will not be surprised that I got pleasantly hammered on Friday and Saturday nights, as I seem to remember a fair part of the other guests and exhibitors did, too. I was talking to Eddie Campbell on Sat evening —
Please note: The rest of the anecdote is of little consequence, as I simply want to stress to you all that I sat down and talked with the esteemed Eddie Campbell over a pint of beer this weekend. I believe (or hope, or try to convince myself) that anyone may be allowed a single lapse to stalkerish fanboy intrusion on one consenting professional per festival.
— (cont’d) about how apparently people at American comic cons don’t have beers together after hours (or maybe it was the lack of organised gettogethers? The aforementioned blur obscures the exact wording). At that time of the evening it was hard to disagree that this is an obvious lack of etiquette which guests from the Old World will have to amend on the occasion of future visits overseas. End of gushing Fan Anecdote
Overall, Lakes International Comic Art Festival was a pleasant surprise, as was the town of Kendal and the locals. The festival is said to be inspired by the Angoulême one in the wway local businesses are involved in the festivities by decorating comics themed window displays, and the general public allow their town to be overrun by more or less crazy foreigners for an extended weekend. As inspiration goes, Angoulême is not a bad one, and considering this was only the Lakes festival’s second year of existence, the organisers are learning from the example (and gaining fast).
Big thanks to Sharon and the redshirt army of volunteers for a great experience, I’m looking forward to coming back!
I made a brief escape from the table in the Comics Clock Tower and went to see the dashing Oliver East doing his intense 12-hour live drawing in the Factory space. Snapshots:
I think it’s eerie how he and I have been unaware of each other’s work the past 6 months and yet started working with rather similar ways of mark making, monoprinting with found objects, and creating textures.
Oliver also did 8 huge murals in the same space:
Walking back from the Factory, I realised one advantage of tabling in the town hall is that you can basically always find your way there by going after the huge tower…
There’s much to be said for an English breakfast, but if you scale it down to vegetarian options, you’re basically stuck with toast and beans.
Back on topic: I set up the teeny tiny C’est Bon Kultur table in the Comics Clock Tower this morning, and now that the fair is open, I’m really struggling with my urge to go around checking out other exhibitors’ stuff… That’ll be after hours, though.
One thing, and I’m by no means complaining here, but I’d imagined the venue to actually be way up in the rafters of the town hall clocktower. Dave Gibbons could’ve given a Watchmen talk straddled atop the clockwork. As it is, the ground floor conference rooms will do.
Aside: I saw Scott McCloud running a red light to make it here this morning. You can do that in Kendal and hardly even bother anyone, though.
HOLY SHIT, JUNKO MIZUNO IS HERE!
And man, do I hope the weather in Kendal is at least drier than here. 15mins out in Swedish autumn and I’m not half drenched. Expect me to be literally steaming on the plane.
Landing in Manchester will be like stepping into an Oliver East comic, or so I hope – specifically the airport scene from Swear Down.
I saved myself a challenge for the actual travel and skipped planning the trip from Manchester to Kendal. I call it “train surprise”. Let’s see how that works out…
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Any Tuesday. Because why settle for once a year?
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