the giants were here!
The giants, possibly the biggest event in Liverpool this summer, have now come and gone. We thought we’d just see them once and that’d be it, but we ended up inadvertently doing a bit of giant-chasing, and saw them every day over four days, beginning with visiting the sleeping grandmother giant at St George’s Hall on Thursday. The next three days saw us being part of both small and massive crowds, as we went around various locales to see the different giants — the little girl, her grandmother, and her dog, Xolo. This is one of those times I’m so glad we live right by the city centre, where everything’s happening. It didn’t seem to be enough just to see them on the streets. We wanted to see them actually walking! Riding the bus! Riding the wheelchair! Sleeping! Everything just seemed so exciting! Despite seeing the giants so often, unfortunately we weren’t able to hear them speak or tell their story, or see the grandmother actually walking (or farting, or spitting, or peeing, or drinking her whisky, or smoking her pipe). She was supposed to tell a story at one of the spots where we were waiting, but suffered a head malfunction and was running terribly late so they decided to forego the story. But thanks to the power of the internet, we’ve been able to see lots that we’ve missed.
As expected, there was a lot of down time and waiting, which I didn’t mind, as it afforded me with plenty of street photography opportunities. Honestly, at one point, I wasn’t sure which I enjoyed more — seeing the giants themselves, or watching people in the crowd (in an uncreepy sort of way, of course!).
This morning, we went to the docks to see the giants off. Naturally, most of the city had the same plan in mind and despite being there an hour-and-a-half prior to the listed departure time, we still weren’t early enough to secure a good vantage point, instead inopportunistically situated behind the crane that was to lift the giants onto their departing boat. Being short and stuck behind about five rows of people, I could barely see much and held my camera well above my head, clicking the shutter rather blindly, like many of the other spectators. Obviously, I was hoping to get a decent picture of the giants, but in hindsight, it seemed rather silly to do so since I know my lens isn’t long enough and I already had better pictures of them from previous days. I suppose it seems automatic to want to record the moment for posterity, no matter how shitty the pictures turn out. But I was glad to just be part of the spectacle.
After four days of seeing the giants, I felt a slight pang of sadness that they were gone and our lives were to return to normal (how can life be normal again after seeing 20-25 feet tall marionettes?!). I was amazed by the people working the marionettes (the Lilliputians), by how they were able to control them and by how hard they worked. I think it’d be fun to do the job, even though I do have more than a slight fear of heights. Xolo is Lucas and Raspberry’s favourite, and I must admit that after seeing it in action, it’s my favourite too. The fact that its ears move, its tail wags and it slobbers (!!), just astounds me. I’m amazed by all the detail they put into it all the marionettes, but especially the dog. Anyway, maybe they’ll come to Liverpool again before we leave in a couple of years. If not, I can just become a groupie and follow them all over the world, thereby satisfying my wanderlust too. Ha!Advertisements