MedievArtFest again

I have the feeling this blog may be getting predictable; if it's not mountains, it's medieval (sometimes both in one post!). So, be warned! If you're tired of the medieval, go browse some other page. If not, read on and enjoy my joy ;)

Well, if you decided to join in my joy, then come with me to the citadel of Alba, which you have already seen in this post. What brought me here? A medieval festival, of course!

This time I finally had the chance to thoroughly explore the cathedral, which, among other interesting, beautiful or downright weird sights (like 3 architectural styles one on top of another), houses the tomb of Ioan de Hunedoara. He might have looked a bit more comely in life, when he had a nose and all:

There are in excess of 50 nobles, clergymen and other notables buried in various corners of the cathedral.
And now, on to the festival; after all, it's what we're here for, right?
Last year's MedievArtFest has now turned into an itinerant 9-citadel summer tour. Besides my frustration at not being directly involved this time, I hope I will manage to go and see it at most of its locations.

It took some people a while to recognise me in normal clothes, and I realised it was probably the first time in about 10 years that I've attended a medieval fest without wearing the appropriate attire. But after that, there was a bit of hugging and cheek-kissing going on.

Catching up on plans, scripts and general gossip:

The rest (jousting, music, eye-candy knights) you know. So I'll leave you with a new discovery: the band Grafic, popular among the knights mostly due the hotness of its singer, Diana.

*edited to add: the video won't show up, I have no idea why. If you're curious, go here.
*edited to add again: now it works. Weird.

MedievArtFest 2008

It took me almost a week to recover from the exhaustion of the festivities, followed by the exhaustion of the flu. I guess I'm not the tough hearty lass I used to be, hehe. So here are, for your enjoyment, a few pics from this festival I've been talking about so much.

First, a week of preparations. Of course, most outdoor activities (building, delimitating spaces etc) had to be done in the rain,
...while the brains behind the whole thing were cosily chatting in front of the computer. But such are the attributes of medieval nobility, ain't it so? :>
Friday morning, and the craftsmen begin to appear, filling up the place with all kinds of pretty things. It was good being an organizer, I got loads of free stuff from them!
Friday afternoon it was time for the parade through town, which marked the beginning of the fun part of the festival. Nine knight orders, a band of bagpipers plus all the extras (witch, monks, painters, whores, troubadours, thieves, cripples) made for a pretty impressive convoy of noise and colour.
Flag jugglers in a bus stop; you've got to love the contrast :>A happy me as part of the parade, together with the armourer. Oh, btw, see the coat of arms on his chest? Guess who sewed it!The two main attractions of the parade: the witch and the city loon. He was awesome, he even went into shops to scare people, with his fluorecent contact lenses and plague-ridden complexion. The witch was no less awesome, staring into innocent bystanders' eyes and mumbling curses and spells, hehe. As soon as night fell, all heaven broke loose: dancing, tournaments, concerts, the delicious smell of beasts on a spit and a general feeling of brotherhood and safety. Never in my life have I seen such a huge gathering of people with such similar interests, beliefs and ways of life. It was a delight talking to any one of them. The average age of any given knight order would have to be in the early 20s, but the things they could do! I'll let the pics below speak, and I can only hope they'll convey at least a part of the amazement I felt at their talents.

Szekely whip cracking demonstration:
Dancing lessons, generously offered by the head of the band who had just finished playing on the stage behind us.A bit of knightly socialising ("can't really turn my head to face you, with this 16kg hood on, but here, have some of my beer")Guarding the weapons:The whore house, of course, proved to be the most filmed, photographed and discussed place in the citadel. The girls at work:
The hangman wasn't immune to their charms either:

Thieves were hung...

...the witch was tried...
...accused...
...and burnt...
...concerts were held... (check out Odyssey here and here)
...and enjoyed...
...and the thing I liked best out of the whole three days, the fire dance of the group called Cavalerii Cetatilor Barsei


Sunday night was a night of triumph and ...well, partying :>
Check out these little clips too:


And last but not least, a pic I like, of a medieval me with a not so medieval camera. Special thanks to Ozzy the Talented ;D