Jake and I were celebrating our sixth month together (half-year, w00t) on the 17th, so of course we went to the Summer Komikon.
The Komikon is primarily a celebration of Pinoy komiks. Also, some stalls sell jewelry:
This year’s was held at the Bahay ng Alumni in UP. Entrance fee is P50. There’ll be another one in November. :)
While walking around, I said at one point, “Ooh, cosplayers.” And Jake laughed and said, “First time you saw one up close?”
As a matter of fact, yes. LOL.
I don’t think this is Pinoy komiks though:
Anyway, I only had enough money to buy a copy of Manix Abrera’s 12 (Jake and I were going to have dinner later). The lady at the Visprint stall said I should come back in a little bit and have Manix sign my copy. So I did:
12 is a collection of twelve wordless stories in comic book form. Since all you have are images, this is a book you can read in one sitting, and the kind you can share to a wider audience. The collection, like most short story collections, does not stick to a single genre, mood, or emotion (funny, sad, existential, horrifying, just plain weird); this makes the stories unpredictable. One of the stories here won the grand prize (but was disqualified for getting published before the results were announced) in the recently concluded 3rd Philippine Graphic/Fiction Awards, sponsored by Neil Gaiman. It’s one of the most heartbreaking stories I’ve ever read, and there aren’t even any words. Brilliant.
There’s also a comic cover re-creation contest. Remember these?
Dinner at Jack’s Loft in T. Morato. We really just wanted to try their famous iced tea.
I like it! And I love their dessert selection. They call this I Declair. Killer.
Here be the remains of my apple pie a la mode: