Yep, we’ve got “Play” and “Stop,” “Fast Forward” and “Rewind” … fine, I’ll ask: What do you press to eject?
(Tattoo by “Jesus a.k.a. Homefreak” in Yekaterinburg, Russia.)
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Snow Day!
Alice has been featured on these here Internets once or twice before, and with good reason! Easy on the eyes, heavy blackwork sleeves, multiple excellent pieces by the esteemed Xed le Head and, apparently, total imperviousness to the cold and snow. Warning! Naughty bits, after the jump.
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Birthday Suspension, With Poutine
Gabriel sends in this CSQ-facilitated birthday suspension, where apparently cake has been ditched in favor of a pile of delicious poutine! I support this.
(Photo by Hugo Lemieux-Fournier.)
This Language That I’ve Found
These nice clean cuts were done by Franzz at Exiting Body Piercing in Besançon, France. On an unrelated note, I’m going to go trim my cat’s claws. See you in the morning, ModBloggers.
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But Doctor, I Am Pagliacci
Returning champion MissDuveaux checks in with this backstage shot from a high-fashion photo-shoot (with tattoos!) she did recently with Feriet Tunc.
(Make-up by Mart Reker, styling by Pythia Styling, corset by Dennis Diem.)
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The Coming Storm Grows
Comes from Greece this cutting does! No information attached was there, but too good to pass up it was! Give thanks we would like to, anonymous stranger!
EDIT: Whoops, apparently this has been posted before. On the plus side, at least we can now give credit (again!) to Ryan Corrigal at Strange City in Edmonton, Alberta. I will, however, leave this post up, as a testament to the dire consequences that can result from not including artist information as part of a BME submission. (I.e., I end up looking like a jackass.) Also, please don’t send in stolen images.
“Money Talks, Bullshit Walks”
Loyal reader Steve writes in:
This was done by George Campise at Seventh Son Tattoo in San Francisco, California. It’s on the back of my knees, didn’t really hurt that much. I broke up with a girl around the time and she left me because I didn’t make enough money for her to stay with me, even though I had my own dream job (I test video games for a living). So I decided to get the money talks/bullshit walks pieces. Everyone loves the turd and if you look closely to his right, there is a bull looking backwards thinking “WTF?” And I love the shit-eating grin the turd has and the very matter-of-fact look of the money. These are two of my favorites in my collection.
Close-ups of each piece after the jump.
I’ve Got Nothing
If the heartwarming ending of Shaun of the Dead taught us anything (and I know I take the majority of my cues in life from British comedies), it’s that being a zombie isn’t necessarily the worst fate one can expect. Sure, you’re a mindless hell-beast whose soul quest is to feast on the flesh of the living, but at least you get to hang out with your friends and play video games, right? Right? Anybody? Sigh.
(“Ed” from Shaun of the Dead by Kyle A. Scarborough at Precision Body Art in Tulsa, Oklahoma.)
The Spaghetti Monster is a False Prophet
I try to keep abreast of trends and memes and running jokes, and generally I feel like I do a pretty good job of picking up on references and whatnot. But sometimes … sometimes I feel like I’m a long, long way from being in on the joke. This is one of those times.
(Tattoo by Curtis Grace at Kara’s Urban Day Spa in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia.)
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Septum Piercings: Agony and Ecstasy
I remember getting my septum pierced, several thousand years ago, squirming in my chair the piercing shop, abjectly terrified of the pain that I’d been repeatedly assured I’d endure, surrounded by friends I was convinced were losing massive amounts of respect for me by the second. And then … it was over, and I couldn’t help but smile. It’s hard not to think of that when I see Amelie up there going through a similar experience:
Just the feeling when you arrive to the shop. You sit down, meanwhile he does the preparation … when the butterflies sort of start tumbling in my belly, when he marks out where the piercing will be, when he grabs the forceps and puts it into place and then he grabs the needle and when the word comes:
“And breathe in,” he checks that it will go through right. “And exhale.”
If the adrenaline wasn’t already pumping it EXPLODES and the feeling is ecstatic. No pain — just an amazing feeling which I can’t live without.
(Photos by Underdos.)
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