And here we have René van Assema, hailing from Almere, The Netherlands, and checking in bravely from the dark side of the moon, apparently. And without a space suit or oxygen supply or anything! The difficulty of this sort of photo shoot cannot be overstated. This is literally impossible to accomplish, and yet? Here we are. Ever the modest model, though, René says only, “All you see is tattoo, no make-up or fake colors.” This seemed fairly obvious, until…well, you know where to look.

Oh Jesus Christ this is cute. Prolific ModBlog commenter Goldust of St. Petersburg, Russia, sends in this photo of his friend Alexander and the man’s son, Ivan—”two tough guys,” Goldust says. We don’t mean to over-share or anything, ModBloggers, but we’re pretty sure this picture just made us start ovulating.

My, what a shocking turn of events! The hell-box your editor uses to accomplish various daily feats of ModBloggery has decided to poop itself repeatedly today, resulting in more cursing than usual here at headquarters in addition to the throbbing forehead vein of doom. Anyway! Things have (hopefully?) sorted themselves out somewhat, but we think it best to ease ourselves back in gradually, starting with Aleksandra’s calming floral sleeve by Toffi at Ink-Ognito in Rybnik, Poland. And…breathe.

Good day, ModBloggers! Let’s begin with our day with the well-coiffed Simon, representing Turnhout, Belgium, with a fine bio-mechanical sleeve by Joe Dynamite at Antwerp’s Glorybound Tattoo and some manner of Venus knee-traps by the man of our dreams, Lionel from Out of Step (more). After the jump? Boxer briefs.

Oh, hello.

I didn’t hear you come in.

I’m Peck. You might know me from High Priestess. You might know me from my world-class lambada technique. You might know me from my collection of limited-edition Murphy beds. Whatever the case may be, I’m glad you were punctual. I can’t tell you how often photographers feel like I’m supposed to be on their schedule. Can you imagine? Can you even imagine?

Oh, that scent? Yes, pungent, isn’t it? It’s a fragrance made from lavender, space diamonds and endangered Condor eggs. It’s new. And by new, I mean I possess the only bottle. No, you may not see it.

Of course, just set your gear down anywhere you please. That’s a handsome strobe system you’ve got there. I did a shoot a while back where the photographer only brought hot lamps. “I want you to have a more natural glisten,” he told me. Do you believe it? Me, looking unnatural. What did I do? I showed him the body oil I have made of glacier water and pure Norwegian amniotic fluid, then I rubbed a thimbleful on my ample biceps, then I had him banished to one of the Mars colonies. That’s just how I roll. Oh, you didn’t know about those? Forget I said anything.

I’m ready for my close-up now. Best of luck.

So apparently, today on ModBlog is dedicated to attractive women and various genitals—hooray! Here we have the very lovely Brooklynn, who is by no means a stranger to these pages. And, sure, she’s got gorgeous tattoo work, and wears a variety of complementary facial piercings, but one factor that I think goes overlooked far too often? What must surely be a closet full of excellent hats. As well, as far as this picture is concerned, the vibrant piece of flair is much appreciated, too.

(Throat tattoo by Sanya Panchan at Tattoo Ancient in Palanque, Mexico. Sleeve by Dustin Poole at Sacred Balance in Calgary, Alberta.)

Good day, ModBloggers! Let’s begin today with the lovely The Rotten Cherry, checking in from somewhere in the Fatherland, surrendering her ghostly paper heart to (or perhaps just sharing it with) you, the viewer. Sure, you’re probably thinking, “But Jordan, I already have a shelf full of paper hearts from attractive German women with impressive black-and-grey dot-work sleeves (one with an angel and moths, clouds, flames and a swastika, the other with a troll, bats, stars and saturn)—this would just be garish and maybe even overkill.” To which I must reply, it is time to forgo these delicate design sensibilities and accept gifts of this sort when they are offered, the end.

It’s Wednesday, folks. Put on your old man shoes.

I just assumed this was a Lionel Out Of Step piece when I first saw it, but no! Bested again! This chest tattoo, belonging to kipich, was in fact done by Montreal’s own Yann Black at Glamort. I love tattoos that are creative with their use of space, so this? This really does it for me, not to mention the sleeve and the scarification. High marks all around.

Well boy howdy, I can’t think of a better way to wrap things up today than with this outstanding backpiece-project worn by Barcelona’s own Lewis Dodd. It’s been two years in the making (by Kabra at Elektrikstrom Tattoo in Valencia, Spain), but now? Now it’s finished, and it is glorious. I’ve said it before, but because it’s so commonplace, I think it’s pretty easy to take for granted how great pieces like this can be—you see some traditional Japanese imagery and figure it’s just some flash off the wall or what have you—but this is just a pleasure to take in. More shots of the full suit, after the jump.