Easy or Impossible


As is likely well known around these parts, ModBlog has a proud tradition of tattoos celebrating both the work and many faces of Salvador Dali. This is a tradition we would like to continue, and, hey, we like to think that this handsome portrait of the man by the shit-kicking Nikko Hurtado at Ignition Tattoo in Hesperia, California, is a fine addition to an already impressive canon. “But Jordan,” you ask, “what kind of man wears such a fine portrait of such a gleefully mad artist?” All your questions will be answered after the jump.

Do we know who it is? Well, no. But he’s wearing his summertime clothes, and on a scorcher like today, that’s just good thinking.

Peace be with you, ModBloggers. Until tomorrow.

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Your Weather Will Remain


Oh well look, it’s Rusty, a welcome addition to the pantheon of good-lookin’, heavily tattooed and pierced gents with mohawks! Sure, he may look forlorn in this photo, but worry not: Sources confirm that he is merely napping.

After the jump, Rusty shows some titty, just because.

(Photos by Ben Kahlil Rose and edited by Rusty’s girlfriend, Penny, who adds, “My boyfriend is hotter than yours.” Hey now.)

Common Clay


Last week, this glorious bear backpiece helped us put an end to the minor drought of awe-inspiring animal tattoos here on the ol’ ModBlog, and now the St. Petersburg Tattoo Convention is coming through for us again! Except instead of animalia, this time around we have a…hmm, porcelain Jesus, maybe? (Great Depeche Mode song, by the way.) It’s a haunting piece of work, whatever the inspiration. (If you’re the wearer or the artist, let us know! The photos from this convention had very little info attached.)

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Stripped to the Bone


“Jordan,” the commenters ask, “you know how we enjoy the backpieces, the majestic suspension pictures and the breathtaking scarification work, but where are all the wangs?” Well, ask and you shall receive, gentle commentariat. Here we have Alex, he of Brussels, Belgium, sporting two 6 mm. rod and bead implants apiece, to say nothing of the all-seeing eye at the head of the class there. The implants almost remind me of simple runes, but the eye? The eye knows you’re afraid.

(Implants by Indy at Ritual Body Piercing in Brussels, Belgium.)

This Week in BME


Well hey now, it wouldn’t be a proper end to a week without it being a casual Friday, am I right? That’d be Ari up there, dick just flappin’ in the breeze, standing next to noted adult film star Jacob Romero. But why? Well:

Blue Boutique (Ari’s place of work) was throwing this gay couples sex toy party, so they got him to come in and autograph DVDs and shit. […] When [he] came in, I knew what I had to ask: “Hey bro, can we get a picture…with our dicks out?”

Those are the kinds of tough questions that win awards, my friend. And just like that, our little week has run its course. What went down this time around?

Oh dear God, the throat goat is back. Hide the children.

Wayde Dunn is still a magician.

This terrible story about whatshername with all the stars on her face crash-landed into our lives, killing thousands.

Some horndog was licking swords all over the place.

Chuckie from Hungary stuck a worm in his septum, and the children all cried.

Not to be outdone, Babasom loaded up his schnozz with spicy peppers. Ball’s in your court, Chuck.

As always, we’ll pop in briefly over the weekend, and then come Monday, it’s back to normal. Until then, enjoy your weekend, folks, stay safe and, of course, thank you for your continued support of BME.

Share My Burden


Whoa hey, it’s been a minute since we’ve posted a truly gorgeous large-scale animal/nature tattoo, has it not been? Well, look no further, because this outstanding backpiece from the St. Petersburg Tattoo Convention will probably knock you right on your ass. Any ursinologists out there care to confirm the type of bear? It looks like a Kodiak to me, but ever since the American Zoological Society revoked my license, I’m legally prohibited from making such judgment calls in public.

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Still Life in the Scenery


This hellhole of a week is finally wrapping up, folks—we can forget all about goons with faces covered in stars, several thousand straight days of rain and whatever else was contributing to our collective misery the past five days and just enjoy the sun as summer rolls into town (for real, hopefully). And hey, as long as our mood is changing for the better, why not keep the good times coming with the heart-stompingly adorable show_pony37, showing off her DIY split tongue. What’s not to like?

Crowbar Separation


One of the great joys of getting photos from xRonix is that we really never know what to expect. Seriously, check the archives: This is a human chameleon, folks. Will he sport a foppish top-hat and velvet robe? Stand stoically in a crowded marketplace, framed by a mane of dreadlocks? Or, as we can see above, umm…I’m not even exactly sure what this look is. Anime schoolgirl, perhaps? Whatever it is, the fact remains: we’re all very lucky to have him in our lives.

It’s Friday, ModBloggers, and you just made yourself available.

The Body Drags the Mind


Apologies, folks: Technical difficulties today, but I’ll try to get caught up this evening. Until then, how about this wild electrocautery branding piece by Brenno at Body Factory in Trieste, Italy. My Latin is more than a little rusty, but the Internets lead me to believe this is a Horace quote that translates to, “Unless it obeys, it commands.” That said, I’ve been bested by information online before, so if this is actually a line from an Eagles songs or something, hey, don’t shoot the messenger.

A close-up of the fresh brand, after the jump.

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Balmy Sweets


Well hey, it’s our old friend Babasom, checking in for our vaunted “Irregular Septum Jewelry Week” here on ModBlog! Babasom is, of course, known for, among other things, just cold stickin’ things through that huge septum piercing of his, all the time. Here, he’s stowing some tasty jalapeno peppers, surely because he does not trust the people at Chipotle or wherever to provide sufficiently spicy fare. To be fair, I would shove the merciless peppers of Quetzlzacatenango up my nose a million times over before ever letting a worm poke around in there.