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Costume Con 27
For those I haven't talked to about such things, I do a bit of costuming. Not very much, but enough for the occasional hall costume. I have worked in a number of green rooms at conventions, but never went on stage.
This past weekend, Costume Con 27, the convention run for costumers, by costumers, was my first competition. Erik and myself entered as part of the Greater Columbia Fantasy Costuming Guild's group costume, Costume Con 1889, a steampunk masquerade within the larger masquerade. We were horribly nervous (or I was), since the group almost entirely consisted of master-level costumers, and Erik and myself were novices. A group costume must compete at the level of its highest-ranked member, so we had to compete at the master level. I was most worried about the workmanship of our costumes, and forgot to mention a few details during workmanship judging (but did remember to tell them that were novices). However, once our presentation started and the laughter began, I relaxed and knew that, if nothing else, we had nailed a presentation award.
If you have ever been to a convention masquerade, you know that judging can take a long time. There were 43 (technically 45) entries, and the more entries there are the longer it takes for the judges to decide on all the awards. I went upstairs and had a drink, came back downstairs and wandered around, chatted at the bar for a bit, and eventually the judges came back. Workmanship awards are given before presentation awards, and every award is handed out from the lowest class to the highest, ending in the best of show award. As they went through the novice awards and Erik's name wasn't called, I felt really bad for him. His props were amazing and he really deserved something for them. If they didn't think the work on his jacket was deserving of anything, I was ok with that. There were some really good novices.
So when they called a three-way tie for best in show workmanship and our group was called, I freaked just a little bit. We rushed the stage (or I did) and waited while the other groups were called and came up. I don't remember very much of what happened, but I do remember the following exchange with Marianne (journeyman level, prior to the masquerade).
Me: We are so screwed!
*handslap across Erik's body*
Marianne: We'll have to compete as masters!
By the time we were called for our next award (master class presentation), I had stopped caring, although I still ran up to the stage. I *did* care when we won the Spazzy Award given by the Sick Pups Costuming Guild (we had written our presentation aiming for the award), but there were only three of us up there. Maybe everyone else was at the bar.
So, our awards:
Best of Show, Workmanship - Diverse Overkill
Master Class, Presentation - Best Concept
Spazzy (funniest, sickest presentation)
Photos will be coming out in the next few days. In a week, I'll be starting the research and design phase of my next few projects.
I am so screwed.
For those I haven't talked to about such things, I do a bit of costuming. Not very much, but enough for the occasional hall costume. I have worked in a number of green rooms at conventions, but never went on stage.
This past weekend, Costume Con 27, the convention run for costumers, by costumers, was my first competition. Erik and myself entered as part of the Greater Columbia Fantasy Costuming Guild's group costume, Costume Con 1889, a steampunk masquerade within the larger masquerade. We were horribly nervous (or I was), since the group almost entirely consisted of master-level costumers, and Erik and myself were novices. A group costume must compete at the level of its highest-ranked member, so we had to compete at the master level. I was most worried about the workmanship of our costumes, and forgot to mention a few details during workmanship judging (but did remember to tell them that were novices). However, once our presentation started and the laughter began, I relaxed and knew that, if nothing else, we had nailed a presentation award.
If you have ever been to a convention masquerade, you know that judging can take a long time. There were 43 (technically 45) entries, and the more entries there are the longer it takes for the judges to decide on all the awards. I went upstairs and had a drink, came back downstairs and wandered around, chatted at the bar for a bit, and eventually the judges came back. Workmanship awards are given before presentation awards, and every award is handed out from the lowest class to the highest, ending in the best of show award. As they went through the novice awards and Erik's name wasn't called, I felt really bad for him. His props were amazing and he really deserved something for them. If they didn't think the work on his jacket was deserving of anything, I was ok with that. There were some really good novices.
So when they called a three-way tie for best in show workmanship and our group was called, I freaked just a little bit. We rushed the stage (or I did) and waited while the other groups were called and came up. I don't remember very much of what happened, but I do remember the following exchange with Marianne (journeyman level, prior to the masquerade).
Me: We are so screwed!
*handslap across Erik's body*
Marianne: We'll have to compete as masters!
By the time we were called for our next award (master class presentation), I had stopped caring, although I still ran up to the stage. I *did* care when we won the Spazzy Award given by the Sick Pups Costuming Guild (we had written our presentation aiming for the award), but there were only three of us up there. Maybe everyone else was at the bar.
So, our awards:
Best of Show, Workmanship - Diverse Overkill
Master Class, Presentation - Best Concept
Spazzy (funniest, sickest presentation)
Photos will be coming out in the next few days. In a week, I'll be starting the research and design phase of my next few projects.
I am so screwed.
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