FINAL FANTASY COSPLAY

As you well know I am not a gamer but I know many game characters thanks to cosplay. Therefore a very famous game that offers many more or less complex characters. Hope you enjoy both the female and male ones.

COSPLAY WITH ARMORS

LET’S SMILE TOGETHER

SLUT SHAMING

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On social networks (but also live), cosplayers are often victims of slut shaming. To understand, we need to take a step back. Comic book heroines, from the United States to Japan via Italy, are often sexy heroines - it also happens with male characters, but for different reasons, even if the comic audience has changed a lot in recent decades. This means for cosplayers they also have to contend with skimpy clothing - such as short skirts,transparencies, bellies in evidence. Unfortunately, machismo does not spare even this form of art and it is not uncommon for women who cosplay to find themselves fighting with certain legacies and having to face insults of all kinds, in particular with regard to alleged performances between the sheets.
Of course, it seems obvious to us: the way in which a woman dresses - even more so if she is playing a character and for her that is often a job and not a pastime - is not an index of her sexual attitude and,even if that were the case, every woman's body belongs to herself and can do whatever she likes

It must also be said that what cosplayers do is similar to the activity of models - many of them are in fact: certainly no one forces them to choose a cosplay more naked than another, but we are talking about people who work with their own. images and which must also be allowed a certain freedom of artistic choice. It's always the same story: no woman goes looking for her, do you really believe that a woman wants to be groped or worse? Do you really believe that a passionate person, who has spent time and money to devote himself to his art, can be treated in this way just because someone does not conceive that a woman is free?

Harassment doesn't just happen in chat but also at trade shows. This is why the '' Cosplay is not consent '' movement was born. A campaign started in the United States, which pushes for greater control by the organizers of the fairs, to prevent certain types of harassing behavior. By posting flyers and placards, an attempt is made to raise awareness among the participants in the events on this issue.

COSPLAY COLLECTION ( part one)

Cosplay is a term formed by the fusion of two different words of English origin such as "costume" which can be easily translated into costume and "play" which can be translated into play or interpretation. This term indicates the practice, common and very popular today, consisting in creating and wearing a costume that represents a character belonging to a specific culture, typically inscribed in the genre and in the fantasy world.

The practice of cosplay is used above all within the contexts of conventions or gatherings that have the fantasy world as their main theme and are aimed at a target audience of varying ages, ranging from preteens to young adults

People who find it hard to bring out parts of themselves, thanks to the disguise can be able to amplify these parts. The disguise therefore allows to recognize and explore parts of oneself that are normally inhibited. A shy person has the opportunity to put himself in a condition of great visibility and confront (and perhaps overcome) his inhibition, even if only for a day.

The characters of fairy tales, comics, superheroes in general, are never ambivalent, but have a very clear character, clear and defined identities. They are good or bad, ogres or fairies. A person who chooses a very aggressive character is likely to do so because he recognizes this dimension within himself and wants to experience it in the game. Moreover, in a period of fragile identities like the one we are experiencing, cosplay can be a game that allows the search for a clear definition of oneself.

It is clear that the choice of being a cosplayer also challenges all the old stereotypes about gender realities that our country still carries with it. But in the end, cosplaying can also be just a game or a gesture of freedom useful to find one's place in the world. We transform ourselves for fun, but sometimes also to understand who we really are.

Often the cosplayer is seen as a big kid who refuses to grow up and takes refuge in a fictional world made of cartoons and PVC figurines. But the reality is quite different. Cosplay is not wearing a costume to make a fool of yourself at the fair. It is not a "carnival". Cosplay is passion and art.

ASPHODEL

In the end, if we think about it, we won't write because we don't have the courage to write. Writing is the day of silence. We write to let off steam, to bring out our feelings and turn them into a lighter. But ultimately, whatever character is beautiful, most of the world will impress on a bird or screen. And they are there. Real estate. Nothing will happen next to us.
I need to find him, what courage. Take the initiative and read "Loud those words". The human body is an almost perfect machine, we created it with a lace, with the ability to speak and dialogue, it was very powerful. We should brace ourselves and shout. Speak and write that it is now within us, the one that divides, piece by piece.

More than anything else, 2020 has taught us to let go, which is never giving up. It is rather not to push, not to strategize, not to force. It is not resisting things happening. It is not brooding. It is having courage to the end, stopping to direct but letting oneself be carried. It is trust, breath, love and lots and lots of courage. It’s watching life shatter and doing nothing. It is having absolute certainty that it is that reassembly that will give us a new shape, finally ours, the one we ignored, the only one that really belonged to us. Let yourself be shattered and believe in miracles. Abandon yourself and create them. Thanks for this year together.

You are made to be loved. With your sweet and smart eyes. With your ways of doing you send on the ball. Inspire sweetness, tenderness. Anyone would try this for you. You laugh. Talk and laugh. You like to joke with people. When you speak, you lower your head, look I don’t know where, then you raise it up and laugh. You are small, small but strong. You are able to save yourself and anyone else. You never tell about yourself. But if you told something, you would say that you tried to save someone you cared so much about, but they didn’t let themselves be saved, did they? If you told it, you would say that you have destroyed yourself for someone who lived on something else, and not on you. But how do you live, if not you? If you tell, you will tell that you have lost. And that’s why you look down every now and then while you’re talking. But even though you were small, you were strong. You took your life, you started to appreciate it, you took courage on your own and you came to the surface. You’re not dead, baby, no. And that’s why when you look down you look up and laugh. Because you made it against the whole world. Because when a person loses, he is in a struggle with himself and with others. And these kinds of battles are never easy. But keep it up, baby. Continue to enchant the eyes of others. Maybe God sent you for this. To bring some happiness. Because when it comes to you, spinning around, and then laughing, and then pulling your hair back, and then squirming, there’s always a smile ready to come out. There is no other alternative.

It has a strange effect, I don’t know if you understand. I mean, that looking into each other’s eyes so intensely, but for so little. A complex and enigmatic language, sometimes subtle. It can mean all or nothing. It is free, broad. We can give ourselves the taste of our interpretation or we can simply read what these two eyes can emanate. But no, I don’t do any of that. I don’t read, I don’t interpret. I live again. Images, feelings, scenarios and moments that transport me into the vortex of memory. A powerful vortex, which wonders what magical power gazes can have. It is a matter of seconds, really. But full of us.

( All pictures by Enki Bilal)