Red Sweat


We do our best to give credit where it’s due whenever possible when we feature folks on ModBlog, but sometimes, if only a little information is included with people’s photo submissions, there’s only so much we can do. This, unfortunately, is one of those times, as the only supplementary information accompanying this series of shots was a mention that they came from Japan. But, hey, when you’ve got a bunch of good looking implants (the eye implant after the jump is pretty intense) like this, you just put it out there and hope someone claims it. Until that day, though, thank you, stranger! As mentioned, more after the jump.

Nor Steel Nor Poison


Welcome back, ModBloggers! Hope you enjoyed your Labor Day long weekend, considering you are almost surely back at school or work or the acid mines or whatever it is you will be doing every day, forever, until Thanksgiving. Anyway, let’s kick off the next few months of daily drudgery with this adorable tattoo of, hmm, risky sex, we guess? This is what happens when Elvira and Dennis the Menace take a weekend getaway and the only movie on HBO at 3 a.m. is Auto Focus.

It’s Tuesday, dear readers. Back to school.

(Tattoo by Dave Gilbert at Marked For Life in Warren, Michigan.)

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Split Ya Guts


As we have made mention of many times in the past, ModBlog exists, if for no other reason, than to bring you, the handsome and erudite readers, the very finest in cephalopod-related body modification. Well, here we have a jaunty little octopus, cut into place by Brian Decker at Pure Body Arts in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Mr. Decker is currently gallavanting around Berkeley, California, doing whatever it is people do there (smoke medical marijuana and hate America), so feel free to get in touch with him if you are in the market for his particular brand of pain-infliction.

Enjoy your weekend and your Raekwon, folks!

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This Week in BME


And finally, you lovely people, let’s wrap up our week with this bathing suit-area pull, facilitated by Steve and Tracie. If there’s a better metaphor for the end of summer, we have not been made privy to it.

So goes the week that was. What might you have missed?

Aw, young love, starring John and Preston.

Aw, lovely floral sleeves, starring various flowers.

Mawwiage! This is a very positive week thus far.

And it’s Natalee (a.k.a. the future Mrs. John Joyce)! Seriously, what’s with all this love and happiness? Can we get a zombie uprising or meteor strike or something?

Oak is just chock full of implants now, courtesy of Steve Haworth.

Oh God we are freaking out.

And that is that! We may not be around a ton this weekend on account of ye olde long weekend, but we’ll be back next week, refreshed and raring to go (maybe). Until then, compatriots, have fun, stay safe, celebrate labor (that’s what Labor Day is for, yes?) and, as always, thank you for your continued support of BME.

You Got Me For Now


Hoo boy, this is just some excellent work right here, eh folks? The very talented Brendan Russell checks in all the way from 2012 Tattoo and Piercing in Newcastle, Australia, with this stunning Día de los Muertos-inspired scarification piece, featuring some of the finest cross-hatch and skin removal we’ve seen in quite some time. As always, it’ll be very interesting to see how this bad boy heals up, but for the time being? This is getting the job done for us.

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Too Sexy To Eat


Well hey, look at this jaunty little missus! Among the various indignities I faced growing up in Canada, being deprived of Nickelodeon left me cold on countless cultural references, so I had no idea until just this second that this is, in fact, Wanda from The Fairly OddParents, which Wikipedia tells me is a highly popular show. (It also claims that many Nickelodeon are aired in Canada on other stations, but this seems like far-left propaganda.) At any rate! This electrocautery branding was done by Chavito at Nyaya in Saltillo, Coahuila, Mexico. Will this branding also teach children valuable lessons about being careful what you wish for and the most effective ways to replace your dim-bulb parents with supernatural creatures? Probably, yes.

Gushed And Damned


And here we have the lovely Cale, sporting these 20-point self-done play piercing corsets, which are not only awfully pretty, but also a sensible sartorial option before breaking out your autumnal pantaloons. This sort of thing interest you? You can find our model piercing (and apprenticing as a tattoo artist) at Anchors Away Tattoo in Denver, Colorado. If you visit her, tell her Jordan sent you. It won’t get you any special treatment—I just think it’d be funny.

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Fall From The Cone


The last time we checked in with Aloewishes, he was being devoured by various carnivorous plants, but luckily, our hero has made a full recovery and is able to now stand before us, looking on wistfully while standing on a nice sandy beach, thankfully free of hungry flora. After the jump, more beach struttin’, plus plugs swapped out for weights in those two-inch lobes and a better shot of a fresh labret, courtesy of Marea Vedge at Aesthetics in Indianapolis, Indiana.

(Sorry for the delay today, folks. Technical difficulties, etc. We’re going to try to power through some posts right now, bear with us.)

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The Deep Springs of Life


And here we have the lovely Karina in Venezuela, sporting striking redface and pulling against some sort of mythical giant, by the looks of things. (Or maybe a high wall, killjoys.) This isn’t groundbreaking news or anything, but nonetheless, it really is quite something the sort of calm and serenity that can come out of activities that should ostensibly cause pain and irritation, and this, if nothing else, is further documentation of the phenomenon that we are proud to publish.

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That Beautiful Bump


And here we have Philadelphia’s own Shan, there in the foreground, sporting nightmarish 2 3/4-inch bling tunnels with some poor woman’s head trapped inside for all eternity, we assume. She’s crying for help in a futile effort to free herself, but no, this will be the extent of her fishbowl existence. This is pretty much the worst mushroom trip we’ve ever had, basically.

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