This Week in BME


On this Friday the 13th, let us reflect on what we’ve learned from horror movies: You cannot kill Jason—you can only make him angrier. You can send him to New York, you can send him to Hell or you can send him to outer goddamn space…doesn’t matter. You’re just pissing him off. Perhaps it’s time to resign yourself to the fate that awaits you: no matter what you try to do, you are going to be killed by a psychotic hell-demon in a hockey mask, and tough shit.

(Tattoo by Billy Toller at Cherry Bomb Tattoos from New Port Richey, Florida, and the 2009 Philadelphia Tattoo Arts Convention.)

Well, quite a whirlwind of a week this time around, no? Let’s refresh our memories:

We spoke with Mike Beer, he of the numerous wholly tasteless tattoos. Reactions, as usual, were mixed at best. Evidently, not everyone is ready for “rape time.”

Atlanta kisses some ass (in the form of a tribute tattoo) to get an apprenticeship with Sean Philips. Mercifully, it worked.

There is a damn eyeball in that guy’s armpit!

We all told some great stories about getting our septums pierced.

The Flying Pink Sausage entered our lives.

We learned a simple lesson: Money talks and bullshit walks.

Alice got naked in the snow, just because.

Nacho’s first suspension was a complete success.

And that’s it for us today, folks. We’ll be around over the weekend though, as per usual. Sorry about no podcast this week—there were some scheduling conflicts with one great guest we had lined up, but we should be getting in touch with him in the next couple of days, so don’t you worry. At any rate, stay safe, have a good weekend, and as always, thank you for your continued support of BME.

Reece Gets His Face Peeled


I have to admit, for a split second when I saw these shots of Reece’s facial cuttings by Iestyn, my thought was, “When did Lucky Diamond Rich stretch his nostrils?!” The full-facial black tattoo is pretty high on the list of radical transformations a person can undergo, but when it’s well executed (as it certainly is in this case), the result is really wonderful, I think, and I’m very curious to see how these healed scars add to Reece’s appearance! Some procedural shots after the jump.

(Scarification by Iestyn at Diamond Jack’s in London, England.)

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And All You Can Do Is Laugh


I admit that my knowledge of Polish avant-garde hip-hop is woefully underdeveloped, but nonetheless, I can certainly appreciate this portrait of one of the ostensible pioneers of the genre, Bartosz Waglewski/Fisz, nicely rendered by Tofi at Art-Line in Rybnik, Poland. After the jump, his older brother, Emade, a hip-hop producer as well.

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She Asked if She Could Fly, So I Gave Her Wings


This play piercing photo comes from Cris Black at Aces and Eights, who explains:

did this play piercing in Norcross, Georgia, on a client/friend of mine named Heather (on whose chest I’ve done microdermal implants). The original idea was to have both girls (Heather and Hailey) to have wings, but after seven needles were placed, Hailey passed out, so we had to make do with only the one girl. The piercings only took about 30 minutes, the photo shoot that followed took about six hours; 74 22-gauge needles. This was the first play piercing Heather had ever been a part of and she’s already asked for more—I think she’s hooked.

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What Do You Call a Suspension That’s Not Yours?


Nacho suspension! Eh? Eh?

**gongggggg**

ANYWAY, here we have the aforementioned Ignacio’s first suspension in Montevideo, Uruguay, being attended to by the lovely La Negra, who basically lives on ModBlog. As far as first suspensions go, this one seems like it got a lot of the parts just right. A few more shots after the jump.

(Photos by María Pérez/Raw Photography.)

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