Something rather different today, although one could say there is a fair amount of scientific equipment involved.
I went to Lincoln Steam punk Festival, another of my holiday adventures. I was (rightly) terribly afraid of looking horrifically underdressed and out of place amongst what I thought (again, rightly) would be a fantastic looking throng, so out came a black shirt, retro shades and my usually never seen in daylight bowler hat. Not so much steampunk as dismally failing goth, but better than nothing.
To the train!
It seemed odd to be heading up steep hill for an event other than the Lincoln Grand Prix cycling race, but when I got there it was worth it. So much to see and look at, and admire. Being what I am, I sometimes envy groups of outgoing people, and there was no question that the Steampunk crew of begoggled Victorian scientists, and pith hat wearing soldiers sporting badges relating to their membership of some form of Tea based regiment, was something I would want to be.
Being a fan of Verne and Wells, and the later "valvepunk" sci fi of the 30s to the 50s with Asimov and his joke analysing "Multivac", this I suppose is only natural. The practicalities of dressing like this in a town where sometimes wearing a hat makes you a target for a beating, well, that's something else.
There is a safety, in numbers.
One thing that was very noticeable that this was no youth cult. Many of the Steampunk folk were were well into their 50s, and some even older than that. As was pointed out to me by a friend, the look they sport is not a cheap one, and a fair amount of affluence might well be required to support the lifestyle. The other thing, was that it is a look that requires a little bit of weight to make it really work; skinny steampunks don't look quite right.
Apart from two people, it's a very white movement was well, the reasons for this I have no idea. They are hardly a right wing crew, after all.
The amount of material I've collected today is huge, I'll begin with thise images from the walk up the hill, and the Castle Square area where the first group of stalls were.
I went to Lincoln Steam punk Festival, another of my holiday adventures. I was (rightly) terribly afraid of looking horrifically underdressed and out of place amongst what I thought (again, rightly) would be a fantastic looking throng, so out came a black shirt, retro shades and my usually never seen in daylight bowler hat. Not so much steampunk as dismally failing goth, but better than nothing.
To the train!
It seemed odd to be heading up steep hill for an event other than the Lincoln Grand Prix cycling race, but when I got there it was worth it. So much to see and look at, and admire. Being what I am, I sometimes envy groups of outgoing people, and there was no question that the Steampunk crew of begoggled Victorian scientists, and pith hat wearing soldiers sporting badges relating to their membership of some form of Tea based regiment, was something I would want to be.
Being a fan of Verne and Wells, and the later "valvepunk" sci fi of the 30s to the 50s with Asimov and his joke analysing "Multivac", this I suppose is only natural. The practicalities of dressing like this in a town where sometimes wearing a hat makes you a target for a beating, well, that's something else.
There is a safety, in numbers.
One thing that was very noticeable that this was no youth cult. Many of the Steampunk folk were were well into their 50s, and some even older than that. As was pointed out to me by a friend, the look they sport is not a cheap one, and a fair amount of affluence might well be required to support the lifestyle. The other thing, was that it is a look that requires a little bit of weight to make it really work; skinny steampunks don't look quite right.
Apart from two people, it's a very white movement was well, the reasons for this I have no idea. They are hardly a right wing crew, after all.
The amount of material I've collected today is huge, I'll begin with thise images from the walk up the hill, and the Castle Square area where the first group of stalls were.
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| Waiting for the train |
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| The crowds in Castle Square |
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| Surprised the scooter wasn't tricked out. |
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| A senior gathering |
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| Meta. Photographing one steampunk photographing two steampunks |
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| Aesthetics versus functionality |
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| The sun shone occasionally |
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| The black haired woman sported horns of some description |
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| Steampunk dog clueless on goggle wearing |
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| The impermanence of flesh |
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| It did indeed play a tune |
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| Posing by accident with her wings |
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| Retro Rommel and the flame haired girl |
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| Slim |
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| A group of ladies |
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| Genteel stall owner |
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| Militaria |
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| Scary scary fellow |
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| Loucheing for tea |
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| Browsing in boots |
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| Posing with tourists |
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| On the Balegate |
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| I advance, masked |
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| Antique shop owner |
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| He appears to have the horn |
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| A mixed gathering |
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| Spinal plumbing |
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| Angel wings |
Looks like a brilliant event. I hope I find out about it in advance next time.
ReplyDeleteIt was, I absoloutely loved it. Next year I'll try to do more than one day, and look a little more "the part" myself
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