By Seth Kushner

A cloaked figure entered the second floor Times Square location of Midtown comics. He glided over to the front counter and waved his finger at the clerk.

“You will take me to the photographer now.”

That’s how I like to remember Mark Hamill’s entrance.

In actuality, it was a middle-aged guy in a leather jacket and scarf who entered the store that day.  Years had passed, but he still looked like Luke Skywalker, and that fact alone made it nearly as dramatic as my initial fictional description.

One evening back in 2004, on the Monday before Thanksgiving, I had a dream job. I was assigned by a now defunct magazine to shoot actor Mark Hamill at Midtown Comics. The location was chosen because Hamill had just directed a fun but forgettable direct-to-DVD mockumentary titled, Comic Book: The Movie.

Just to put these events in perspective as to where I was in my life; I was single, lonely and depressed. I had been corresponding with a girl I had met on a trip to Boston a few months earlier, and although I liked her, I felt 200 miles was just too far a distance to pursue a relationship. The holidays were looming and I felt down-in-the-dumps, but a meeting with my childhood idol was just the thing help to perk me up.

Although I was familiar with Midtown Comics, as I am with most every comics store in NYC, I got there early to scope out the place for possible locations for the shoot. I was by the racks checking out the week’s new releases, when in walked Luke Skywalker himself, asking the guy at the register for ME!

“Hi–I’m here to meet Seth Kushner.”

I overheard and excitedly walked over and introduced myself to my childhood hero.  He looked…old, and I couldn’t believe that he was much shorter than me. The Princess was right; he was a little short for a Stormtrooper. Also, clearly evident were the scars on his face, which he received in an auto accident right before the filming of The Empire Strikes Back. It was why the Whompa attack was written in, as means of explanation.

I discovered  Mark Hamill is a huge comics fan, so I had an amazingly enjoyable experience spending time with him at a comic book store, but I did not have a particularly productive shoot. Mark (as he instructed me to call him) was so full of energy and  unabashedly excited by every product in the store that I was barely able to contain him and get him to stand still long enough to be photographed. A shutter speed of 1/60 of a second wasn’t cutting it for this guy. His energy had him bounding around at seemingly lightspeeds. Every couple of minutes he would say something like –

“Wow, look over there, a model of the 1940’s Batmobile!” Then he’d run over and picked it up for inspection. His joy would fade a bit after checking the price tag.

“My wife will murder me if I bought this.”

The statement struck me as odd because I’d assumed he had plenty of money. I mean, didn’t this guy get residuals every time a Luke Skywalker action figure was sold? He had Star Wars money. He starred in the most successful film franchise of all time, but he was afraid to spend a few bucks on a toy?

More importantly though, he seemed to have an issue with his wife not approving of his hobbies. Relatable? Very. Every ex-girlfriend I’d ever had showed the same lack of amusement to my interests as Mark Hamill’s wife.

“Women never understand this stuff, do they?” I asked him.

“Well, my wife collects antique china, which is even more expensive than toys and golden age comics. It’s the same thing…the right one will understand,” he said.

“You think?”


There you have it, right from the mouth of Luke Skywalker himself.

Before Mark left, I asked if he wouldn’t mind signing my Star Wars one-sheet, which I had taken off my living room wall and out of its frame. As a rule, I never ask any of my prominent subjects for an autograph, but this was Luke Skywalker, so exceptions were made. Mark was happy to do it. He wrote-

“Hey Seth, FORCE yourself!
Your Pal, Mark Hamill.”

I took his message as an encouraging affirmation from one Jedi to another. Perhaps it was simply a  stock message he wrote to all of his fans, but I’d rather not know that. I’d like to think we made a connection.

I put the now-personally autographed poster back in its frame and back over my couch, displayed for all who might enter my domicile. But, more importantly, where I could see it every time I needed encouragement.

A couple of months later, I was once again in contact with that girl from Boston, who I mentioned earlier. I felt a deeper connection growing between us, but I still thought the distance was a deal-breaker. I thought about it, searched my soul, and came up empty. Unable to decide, I looked up on my living room wall, and there on my Stars Wars poster, written in black sharpie-

“FORCE yourself.”

I decided to close my eyes, trust my feelings and I took the shot.

That girl from Boston is now my wife and the mother of my son.

Thanks, Mark Hamill!

Seth Kushner

A version of this piece was originally published on GRAPHIC NYC.