SPX 2003 - Photos by Rafer Roberts

The View From the 15th Floor

And Now...Actual Convention Pictures

Dave from Mortal Coils tells Mr. Godfrey to go to the next table and buy Plastic Farm.

I just noticed that Dave and I have the same hair.

Look. It's me.

The view from Plastic Farm Central. In the background Damon Hurd shops for good comics.

The view to the right of Plastic Farm Central. Rick Spears and Rob G. man the Teenagers From Mars table, while Matt Dembicki sells good war comics behind them.

Jeff Mason wanders the show floor wearing a crown, thus signifying that he is indeed the King of SPX.

Your friend and mine, Neil Kleid shows off his work.

"What the hell IS this?" asks Mr. Kleid

I brought a telephoto lens to the con so I could take more pictures without leaving my table. Here all-around good guy Batton Lash sells some killer comics.

Mr. Mal Jones takes a break from pimping his books to swing by table V-60 to point at the freak with the camera.

More fun with the telephoto lens. James Kochalka hard at work.

Bob The Angry Flower makes the rounds and waits for his voice to return.

Center: Joel Priddy and Chris Pitzer of Adhouse books selling books that even my wife digs.

Gary from London. His minicomics are GREAT!

Paul Hanna comes to gloat in the fact that Boston has been destroying New York all damn weekend. (I knew I should have brought my Yankees jersey.)

Jim Coon, towards the end of SPX weekend, still has way too much energy. Witness his patented Monkey Dance!

And finally, Miss Jane Irwin of Vogelein fame swings by the table and is subjected to my Camera of Doom.

In Conclusion:

SPX 2003 was one hell of a show. Plastic Farm Press broke all sorts of personal sales records (of course having Johnny Public minis on our table didn't hurt) and we met a bunch of cool new folks. Of course it's always a pleasure and thrill to hang out with some of the coolest people in the world that for some reason we only get to see at convention time. We drank, we ate, we sold comics, we bought comics, we drank some more and apparently slept some. We danced till dawn and woke up and did it all again.

Super special thanks to everyone who grabbed copies of Plastic Farm, anyone who swung by the table to say hi, and everyone else who made an impact. You should all hopefully know who you are.

I miss you all already.

-rafer 9/9/03