I go to Lucca Comics for the people, not the costumes. Or rather: for the moment the two stop being separable.
There are people who spend a year on a suit of armor and then talk about it with the same seriousness I bring to film stock. I get it. These frames chase that seriousness, and the moments it cracks: a laugh out of character, a kid who believes.
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the sequence
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#01Two hours of makeup. The least I could do was find her the right shade.#02The real photo is always between two poses.#03Three months on the hilt, he told me. You can tell.#04An empty alley in Lucca during Comics is a miracle. It lasted forty seconds.#05For the kid it was real. For forty seconds, for me too.