Continuing on with today’s trend of featuring folks who surely complain about the heat much less than I do, here we have xFABIx, coming live and direct (?) straight from Natal, Brazil. What’s not to like here, folks? Lovely model, healthy piercings all over the damn place, clean tattoo work, a nice set of subtle implants—if this isn’t doing it for you, Dr. Ginsberg recommends you check yourself for heat stroke, which you almost surely have.
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If there’s one thing for which Chris Glunt is good (and there is, of course, more than one thing!), it’s having the vision necessary to pull off some incredibly beautiful and difficult suspensions. It was earlier this year that he suspended for six hours, and there’s no shortage of other impressive efforts in his repertoire. This time around, he, Josh and BBB headed to an abandoned gold mine:
[It] had some pretty breathtaking views to do a few suspensions. It was a four-and-a-half-mile uphill hike to get to the mine, but it was definitely worth it. Once we arrived, we took a good look around and began to rig. Fortunately, the place was very well-suited for suspensions, thanks to a large metal I-beam structure left behind from the gold mining days. Once we got it all worked out, we made our way into the mine to do the piercings. Piercing a mile or so inside the earth was an interesting experience and definitely added to the experience as a whole. Once we made our way in pretty far and found a nice spot that wasn’t wet, we set up an impromptu piercing area near one of the caved-in tunnels. Piercing with only the help of a few dim flashlights and nothing to mark with made it even more intense. Once we were finished we made our way out of the mountain and lifted Triple-B up and onto the rig facing the sheer couple hundred-foot drop. The added anxiety from thinking you could die any moment overlooking that drop off surely heightened the suspension.
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Whoa hey, sorry for the late start today, folks! Apparently the Internet here at your editor’s palatial estate shuts on down when the temperature rises above 112 degrees. Anyway! The lovely sugarbritches checks in from sunny Atlanta, Georgia, where the people are used to this sort of wretched heat and are likely far more stoic than yours truly, showing off this colorful floral, fruity chest-piece featuring not just a “Sacred Peach” (right?) but also Georgia’s state motto. Now if anybody needs me, I’ll be in the shade of a pecan tree, drinking a tall glass of sweet tea and praying for an iceberg to hit my house.
(Tattoo by Malia Reynolds at Memorial Tattoo in Atlanta, Georgia.)
Good Shabbos, ModBloggers! We all got such a kick out of Timmo‘s pimp-bee the other day that we figured, hey, it’s a mitzvah, right? Luckily, he had more work in his portfolio to provide us with the means for an appropriate celebration. L’chaim! After the jump? More of Timmo’s handiwork. Compton, stand up.
And that’s the week! What went down this time around?
– This father-daughter bonding made us all melt just a little bit.
– Everyone has their own methods for dealing with living in the bible belt.
– That’s one happy Dalai Lama.
– We didn’t really expect anybody to guess this “Guess What?” edition.
And there we have it. Weekend rules apply as usual. Next week? We’ll be on the scene for Tattoo Hollywood all week, so expect lots of goodies. Until then, have fun, stay safe and, of course, thank you for your continued support of BME.
Shh, quiet down out there. Can’t you see Anjelica’s trying to get some sleep? Yeah, we know she’s standing up. So? You’ve never slept standing up? You’re missing out, Cheech. Know who else slept standing up? Ever heard of a little group referred to as astronauts? Exactly. (Stop talking, Jordan! Oh, alright.) Anyhow, this photo comes by way of the very talented Jason from Gorilla Glass, who also contributed these shots of Peck earlier in the week. After the jump, another from the series, this time featuring a topless James Weber, president of ye olde APP. Enjoy!
Well hey, if it isn’t our old friend Alex, last seen around these parts showing off his then-newly stretched vertical lowbrets. This time around, he’s sporting a month-old 6 mm. scalpelled medusa, in addition to some sort of delicious meat jewelry dangling from his ear. Once everyone gets tired of splitting their lobes and whatnot, could THIS be the hot new trend that sweeps the nation? I certainly hope so.
And holy hell, it’s Friday, ModBloggers. The names can be changed, but the place is still the same.
Well, isn’t this a lovely surprise! Lindsey May makes her triumphant return to ModBlog after a prolonged, inexplicable absence. Here she is, lounging pretty hard, wearing pumps inside because why the hell not, right? Never underestimate the power of a good high-heeled shoe. This, of course, is just a moment of relative calm before tragedy strikes! After the jump, Lindsey is accosted by what must be the storm of the century, or some other terrible force that just tears off most of her clothes. Luckily, her wonderful tattoo work by Craig Driscoll and Pol was left unscathed. I guess when you put it like that, everyone’s kind of a winner here.
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Well folks, after a few months of her being a chilly cock-tease, summer is finally here in all of her mood-ruining humid glory. Hooray. Perhaps the sole benefit of warm weather? Permission to eat all the damn ice cream you please. The lovely HocusPocus up there certainly has the right idea. Sure, she might try to tell you it’s “gelato” or some sort of other fancy European-style snack, but don’t be fooled by this shameless propaganda. Take a moment, admire her Jim Miner-inked tattoo work, and then get you some damn ice cream. You’ve earned it.
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Well, it hasn’t even been a week since we first noted Micah‘s pretty ingenious prostheses he developed to address a necessary but unfortunate lobe split (we also shamefully misspelled his name not once, but twice. Guhhh), and now, be it inspiration or coincidence, Helsinki-based klitoris has fashioned himself a similar set-up. He, of course, has opted for some danglier (or “blingier,” to hear him tell it) jewelry. The original posting was a bit controversial among the commentariat, and the fact that this idea is SPREADING LIKE WILDFIRE is sure to fire up some lively debate, so let’s do our best to set the terms, shall we? Is this an example of the cleverness and ingenuity that makes this community great, or is it an insidious trend that will destroy body modification as we know it? The truth is likely somewhere in between. (Or maybe just the first one.)
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Whoa hey, straight outta Budapest comes this cutting by Gábor Zagyvai at his eponymous studio in the aforementioned Hungarian capital. This piece is well into the healing process, and, happily, is affixed to someone with an appropriately warrior-esque body to boot. If, however, you do find yourselves engaged in a decades-long battle of attrition with him, his only weakness? Gift horses. Roll one of those suckers up to his front door and you’ll be sacking that castle in no time. A close-up of Gábor’s handiwork, after the jump.
