Who knew that I live in the world’s epicenter of Steampunk? I sure didn’t. This Mother’s Day weekend, my fair city was transformed into International Steampunk City, hosting steampunks from all over New England to celebrate this counterculture which merges nostalgia for the early years of the industrial revolution with futurism. Steam engines, corsets and Edwardian suits meet modern technology to envision an alternative universe where people wear fabulous fashions and can fly.
I discovered that I was a steampunk before the word existed. As a child I imbibed Jules Verne re-told via Japanese comic books. In college, my friends and I went clubbing dressed in outfits cobbled together from thrift-store Victoriana layered over Capezios and lace-up boots. These were memories that had lain ossifying in the crannies of my cortex when Adam Lambert resurrected them. I was subsequently introduced to steampunk by other fans who commented on the influence of this style in Adam’s world, from Skingraft to the look he created for the Glam Nation tour. So it was a full-circle moment for me today to see my kids’ eyes popping out of their heads at the parade of steampunk on the streets of their hometown.