
This past weekend was BCGF, a sweet comics festival catering to folks who enjoy the artier, more literary, handmade side of comics. It was a sexy collection of con-goers, and I talked to a few people who proclaimed the show the most attractive group of people they’ve seen. Beards, interesting jewelry, and the doppelgangers of all your exes were abound!

I had a new little comic, Hey Fag!, that I gave out to lots of folks, but I wish I had given even more out; there were just too, too many inspiring creators. I tabled at Sundays with excellent cartoonists Joe Lambert, Melissa Mendes, Sean Ford, Jeff Lok, and Charles Forsman. I think they did really well at the table, selling lots of their gorgeous prints and books. I sold 4 of my little comics, which I wasn’t surprised by; it’s my suspicion that most people, like myself, buy what they’ve already heard of before going into the show. I did get some nice smiles and chuckles from the people I gave Hey Fag to, which was cool, and it was a way to introduce myself. I got to chat with Montrealers Julie Deporte, whose comic in the new Smoke Signals was one of my favorites from the show, and Vincent Giard, who is an inspiration and incorporates animation nicely into his online comics.
I also gave my comic to Maurice Vellekoop. As the show was ending, he came over to tell me he enjoyed the comic and then GAVE me 2 copies of his new book, Pinups! I couldn’t believe it, it’s the sexiest book around.
Other great comics included the inaugural issue of Weird by the folks at CCC, with creepy, creepy comics from Leon Sadler and a reprint of a classic horror comic featuring giant rats. Also dug Chameleon #2, which I think includes pixel horror dude Uno Moralez’ American print debut. Mould Map 2 comes from the world of Lisa Frank as art critic, Pope Hats #2 eerily mimicked my bus ride home, and Paping by John Mejias shocks me with aesthetic emotion.
It was a great show, and I loved hanging in Brooklyn. I biked with Casey, played pinball so of course saw Alec, went to a giant party where the con-goers were suddenly less cute and more sweaty…and ate good food. Until next year!