New York Comic-Con 2013 at Jacob Javits Center, Manhattan. Picture copyright 2013 by Mark Doyle.
Comic-Con 2013 – Geeks Run Amok in New York!
Story and photos by Mark Doyle
So, another year of Comic-Con New York and another year of the ever-lovin’ male fantasy. Hot women in costumes parading around for our viewing pleasure.
New York Comic-Con 2013 at Jacob Javits Center, Manhattan. Picture copyright 2013 by Mark Doyle.
Spending the full four days – well actually three days – walking the aisles of the Javits Center I began to realize two things: 1). How young I felt and 2). How many older people were actually there. Though the floor was packed with people, many of them were very polite. I heard a few “excuse me old fella”s gently whispered as folks made their way past me. Although I wasn’t in costume, no one noticed I was wearing my Kevin Matchstick t-shirt (see comic book Mage for details).
Kevin Smith at New York Comic-Con 2013 at Jacob Javits Center, Manhattan. Picture copyright 2013 by Mark Doyle.
I did manage to visit many booths which were packed every second of every day and hit only one panel. Super-funny Kevin Smith and the Comic Book Men panel were talking comics, movies and Tusk, his new film shooting in NC. Kevin seems cool in front of the crowd even though he was waving a piece of paper in front of his drenched face, often poking fun at his own weight issue.
New York Comic-Con 2013 at Jacob Javits Center, Manhattan. Picture copyright 2013 by Mark Doyle.
Hearing the William Shatner autograph line snaked for miles – well, okay, maybe not miles, but a good 200 feet – I decided to avoid that row. One of the costume highlights was a bad-ass Doc Ock costume (see photo). It seems so hard for the participant to maneuver he just stood there as people took photos for what seemed like an hour.
New York Comic-Con 2013 at Jacob Javits Center, Manhattan. Picture copyright 2013 by Mark Doyle.
Overall Comic-ConNY is gaining lots of traction and should remain a staple for geeks for years to come – even if you have to pay eight bucks for a water and a stale pretzel that seemed to have been left over from my fifth grade cafeteria. Some twenty five years ago.