Arcadia, a Love Story
Chris Kooluris transformed his bedroom into a 1980s arcadeâ"and altered the course of his life.
By Emily Dreyfuss
For a guy who has spent six months and more than $32,000 turning the bedroom of his Manhattan apartment into an old-school video arcade, Chris Kooluris is very put together. He greets me at his Murray Hill flat dressed head to toe in designer casual wearâ"Ralph Lauren jeans, pristine white Y-3 Yohji Yamamoto sneakers, and a crisp Captain America T-shirt. Heâs trim and athletic-looking, his shaven face boyish for a 37-year-old. This is not the obsessed nerd I was expecting. Then again, looks can be deceiving. He invites me in. The living room is bright and accented with brass everythingâ"brass sconces, brass lamps, ornate brass mirrors. But Iâm not here to see the living room. I came to see what Kooluris is hiding in the 180-square-foot bedroom. I look down the hallway: The door is closed, but from the other side I can hear a faint ting-ting-ting.
We make our way down the hall and he ceremoniously opens the door. It is a portal into the past. The first thing I see is a Donkey Kong cabinet, but then my eyes are drawn to a row of pristine gumball machines that look just like the ones at the Yellow Balloon where I got my first haircut on Ventura Boulevard in 1984.
Everyone who enters this room, Kooluris tells me, has the same reaction: They tell him about the part of their childhood it reminds them of.
Even the floor is funâ"his girlfriend helped design it: multihued FLOR carpet tiles that bring out the colors of each machine. In the center of the room is a massive pedestal; inside is a PC running the Multiple Arcade Machine Emulator software thatâs mostly used to play Street Fighter II. Itâs piped through a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall surrounded by 20 replica game marquees that Kooluris painted himself.
He walks me through each game, explaining what makes it special. A refurbished Tron, one of the all-time greats. A brand new Ms. Pac-Manâ"âreally, just for the ladies,â he says. This Donkey Kong, he says, is the very one that former champion Steve Wiebe played in the first Kong Off competition in 2011
But perhaps the pièce de resistance is the Fix-It Felix Jr., a custom-built arcade machine that plays a faux-retro game that was the centerpiece of the 2012 Disney animated movie Wreck-It Ralph. Itâs an â80s arcade game that didnât even exist in the â80s. Kooluris says itâs one of about 10 in private hands.
Over the sound of the clanging games, Kooluris tells me how awesome the Fix-It Felix is, how Disney distressed the cabinet so it would look like it really was 30 years old. All I can think is: Why is an adult man obsessed with a game made for a kidsâ movie that came out only a few years ago?
The answer eventually reveals itself: The game is brilliant marketing, and Kooluris is a brilliant marketer. A vice president at Weber Shandwick, one of the worldâs leading PR firms, Kooluris has been in the marketing and promotion business for 12 years. One of the highlights of his career involved his second love after gaming: Guns Nâ Roses. He is an unabashed GNR fanatic, and he credits himself with getting Axl Rose to finally release the album Chinese Democracy. In early 2008, he persuaded his then-client Dr. Pepper to offer everyone in the US a coupon for a free soda if Rose released the long-delayed record. âTotal guerrilla marketing,â he says.
Chinese Democracy was indeed released later that year, Dr. Pepper gave out lots of coupons for free sodas, and Kooluris got to meet his idol. âWhen I met Axl,â Kooluris says, âthe first thing he said to me was, âAre you Kaneda?ââ Kaneda is the handle Kooluris uses on message boards.
One day in late 2013, Kooluris was on the street in front of his apartment, supervising the delivery of his new Donkey Kong machine. A boy and his father walked by. ¶âDad, whatâs that?â the child asked, pointing at the Donkey Kong cabinet. ¶âItâs like a big iPad,â his father said.
Kooluris shakes his head mournfully at this memory. âThat is just sacrilege,â he says. Arcade games were not just big personal game machines. They were about community. They were a way of life.
Kooluris talks about his early immersion into arcade culture with an almost spiritual reverence. He grew up in Yonkers, New York, taking taxis to play the arcades at Nathanâs Famous with his twin brother Alex when they were too young to drive. He remembers the sweet smell of the place, the sound of the screaming and laughter when a kid was on a roll. If you were good enough, you could play for hours on one quarter.
In 1992, when he and his brother were teenagers, his love of gaming got serious. âWhen Street Fighter II hit, it wasnât like we knew that there was this new Street Fighter game coming. It was the ultimate surprise,â he says. âYou only learned about something when it was physically right in front of your face. I remember I walked into the arcade in Nathanâs, and there was just a row of Street Fighter II Champion Editions, and Iâm like, oh my God. It changes your world.â
Street Fighter competitions at Nathanâs got so tense that actual fights would break out, Kooluris says. At least when it came to playing the game, he had a considerable advantage over other kids: He and Alex had convinced their parents to buy them their own Street Fighter II cabinet so they could practice at home. It is conspicuous by its absence here in Koolurisâ bedroom arcade. His brother ended up with it. âIâve been trying to pry it from his hands, but to no avail,â Kooluris says.
A little over a year ago, Kooluris fell in love with a woman he met at work. Within six months, they got engaged, and he moved out of his Murray Hill apartment and into his fiancéeâs bigger Brooklyn pad. ¶They began to adjust to living together: He tried her raw food diet, she started listening to GNR. In August 2013, they went on a vacation to the Grand Canyon. While on the trip, Kooluris read Ready Player One, a 2011 novel about a future world obsessed with the arcade game culture of the 1980s. âIt awoke a monster in me,â he says. âI just had this revelation that, you know, why shouldnât Iâ"in this short time that weâre hereâ"surround myself with the things I really enjoy?â
Kooluris had been an avid collector of games and action figures since heâd first had his own pocket money. Back in 1996 he bought the first Transformer figure for a collection that is now worth $15,000. All that stuff was stored in his bachelor pad uptown. âThe Transformers collection, all the things I really loved, were just boxed away and off to the side,â he says. âMy lifestyle was so devoid of all the things that I grew up with.â
Kooluris owned his old apartment, and he and his fiancée had decided months before that he should sell it. After all, they were getting married; it was time to let go of the trappings of bachelorhood and fully commit to this relationship. But the apartment had been on the market for months now, and Kooluris hadnât gotten a single offer. His real estate agent begged him to lower the price, but now he had a better idea: Keep it and turn the bedroom into an arcade. That way, he reasoned, he could enjoy married life while still having a place to be surrounded by his prized possessions. He promised himself that he wouldnât let the arcade spill outside the confines of the bedroom. The rest of the apartment would be reserved game-free for hanging out and entertaining.
âIt wasnât exactly like a joint decision,â he says. âItâs hard to sell that to the woman in your life, that this is a good financial decision.â But, to his surprise, his fiancée wasnât totally against the idea. She loved him, and he loved arcade games, so she got involved. She convinced him to make the room colorful and bright, a happy place people would want to spend time in. (He had been planning a dark neon-dungeon motif.) Those authentic gumball dispensers? A Christmas present from her.
Whenever Kooluris had free time, he was uptown working on the arcade. Whenever he was at home, he was online browsing the Killer List of Videogames, the Internetâs foremost forum for collectors of arcade machines.
This went on for six months. His fiancéeâs initial support began to wane. âThereâs a fine line between a hobby and an obsession, and I think what happened is I just got so consumed by it all,â Kooluris says. âThere probably should be therapists for hobbyists. It can take over.â
The KLOV community helped Kooluris restore his treasures accurately (should Tronâs black light be white or blue?), find obscure parts, and avoid getting ripped off as he built up his cabinet collection. âOnline communities are awesome,â he says. âThey become like another life for you.â As the weeks turned into months, one thing became clear: The members of KLOV shared Koolurisâ obsession in a way that his fiancée increasingly did not.
He thought he was sparing her, getting all his geeky thoughts off his chest online so she didnât have to listen to him blabber on about it. âIf you come home every night and want to talk to your girlfriend about arcade or pinball machines, that relationship is going to end really fast,â he says.
Instead, he realized too late, by not including her he was cutting her out of his life. âThe arcade drove a wedge. It made clear everything that was wrong,â he says. âWhat happens in any relationship is that once you start to construct separate lives a little bit, it just becomes harder.â
His online friendships were souring, too. On KLOV, the haters outnumbered the supporters. They were certainly more vehement anyway. Some people hated his carpet. Some hated that he seemed to love Disneyâs Fix-It Felix more than he loved actual â80s arcade games. Some really hated that he paid $3,000 for an arcade-machine emulator pedestal. They made fun of him for overspending to restore his vintage Punch-Out!! cabinet. In fact, a lot of people just seemed to be ticked off that this stranger was essentially buying his way into their close-knit circle of longtime hobbyists.
When the room was ready to be revealed in February, Kooluris threw a launch party, but things were bad enough with his fiancée that she didnât attend. âIt was sad to not have her here,
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