I managed to fly out to Naka-Kon this year, and it was a bit of a strange experience that I'd like to share with you.
First off, this con was unlike any con I had been to previously, because I had no intention to nor did I cosplay at all. As I've explained previously, my interests are shifting to other things, and cosplay has become a significantly smaller portion of my life. When I first arrived at the con, my first thought was, "I'm too old for this". It was a scary thought to have, because I'm really not that old. But more than that, I didn't wan to be mentally "old". But, that's what happened.
Friday, I ran around meeting people and being slightly inebriated as were my cohorts for the con. I'm not exactly sure what I did that day, but it was mostly unimportant stuff.
The real interesting experience I had at the con happened Saturday. Both of my friends that I was staying with had gone to sleep early, having had far too much to drink both the day previous and the day of. I decided to take my camera out and take pictures of the con, rather than the individual cosplayers for a change. I was looking through my camera as I hadn't before, as an outsider trying to understand the appeal of anime conventions. I wanted a different look to my images, something that conveyed the isolation I felt. I decided to use an adapter to give my lenses tilt (actual optical tilt, not a filter) to accomplish selective focus and a unique look. I shot quickly, often while walking. Using scale focus and having an approximation of my frame, I looked for shots and only pulled the camera to my eye for an instant to take it. I shot without permission. I took images. I didn't actively work with others to create images, instead I captured them.The more I wandered around the con, the more I felt like I imagine this gentlemen felt when I photographed him. What is it about cons that... I don't know. Why furries? What are they and why am I so intrigued?I tried to capture images that told stories. In hopes perhaps, that after seeing them I could better understand my own motivation for spending thousands of dollars and hundreds of hours making cosplays, traveling to conventions, and photographing others and being photographed myself. To what point?
I'm not really sure. I do know, however, that it brought me many happy moments, introduced me to a fair share of my current friends, and helped shape my life to what it is today. For that, I am grateful.
In other news, I've nearly completed the rough draft of the story I mentioned in my previous entry. I think I'm at around 15,000 words at the moment with more to come. After I get to the end I have in mind, I plan on editing it for a while and then it will be submitted to DA for your reading pleasure.
Also I'm trying to gain weight. Wish me luck.