Apologies for the obligatory cornball title, but this lovely shot of Moritura was taken by Aimee Fiona for a set called “Beauty Redefined.”
(Sleeve by Shane Horinaka.)
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Walking a Cheetah
Somebody get this man a lifetime membership! Err:
Lord’s Gym is a sports outreach center desinged to give young people an outlet and alternative in today’s world. Not only does Lord’s gym provide weight training and cardiovascular training, it also provides mentoring. Lord’s Gym believes the best in young people and gives them an avenue to forsee thier potential and future. Lord’s Gym also features boxing, kickboxing, cardio classes, Hip Hop breakdancing, indoor basketball court, game consoles, pool tables and much more.
Oh, right. So, not really a membership situation, then? Carry on.
(Tattoo by Sean Walrad at Pikes Peak Tattoo in Colorado Springs, Colorado.)
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Nice Guys, Terrible Moving Company
John Kid, right, is the head piercer of The Piercing Lounge, in Madison, Wisconsin. Karcus is one of his longest piercing apprentices. This was John Kid’s first pulling (he’s done many suspensions), and both of their first throat pullings.
See more in “Pulling and Trucking“ (Ritual)
Lucid Interval
And so here we have Nihilist (foreground), sporting the latest in, um, big-ass bones in his septum. Also, a Cephalic Carnage shirt, a band ye olde Wikipedia describes as “deathgrind,” which is one of the most bad-ass compound words English has to offer. I knew a guy in high school who loved their music, which sort of sounds like a fighter jet raping a tank, but I’m glad they exist, if for no other reason than to ensure terms like “deathgrind” remain active in the lexicon. And of course, the background mustache really ties the whole thing together, as always.
See more in “Big Septums“ (Nose Piercing)
Sound Advice
Hey, you heard the sexy naked tattoo. Get crackin’.
(Tattoo by Jackie Rabbit at Extreme Expressions in Waynesboro, Virginia.)
Tugging the Heartstrings
Pizza? Good. Old school tattoos? Good. Food tattoos? Good. I think we all know how I feel about this piece.
(Tattoo by Brian Level at Mothers Tattoo in Covington, Kentucky.)
Six-Hour Suspension
It’s not infrequent that we touch on the subject of how difficult it is to do something in the arena of suspension that’s truly unique, which says more about the popularity of the act than the creativity of the people involved in it, but nonetheless. Well, Chris Glunt (who, we should mention, is very experienced with suspension) recently undertook a suspension that was low on theatrics, but which relied on a rare sort of dedication. On his blog, Allen Falkner writes:
Believe it or not, his goal was not to tie, or even break the record. Although he did, his real goal was to attain a new experience. Prior to hanging he did a week long fast and then deprived himself of sleep for a night. Chris did fall asleep for 45 minutes 3 hours before suspending and really I’m not sure what effect that may have had on his whole experience.
I know one of his goals was to pass out, sleep or possibly leave his normal mental state. Did he accomplish it? By his own account, no. However, I feel that he is still processing the whole experience. As someone that has done both fasting and sleep deprivation experiments, I can honestly say that it takes a bit of time to put it all in perspective. The experiences are exhausting and draining by themselves. Combine a 6+-hour suspension in with that and the mental, physical, emotional and spiritual change can and will take some time to fully comprehend.
A few more shots, after the jump.
Chris Glunt’s Six Hour Suspension [Hooker Life]
Tea Without Sugar
The last time Jeff was featured on ModBlog, it was a handsome shot, but tragically, no mustache. This time? Mustache. I’m not saying one is necessarily better than the other, but … well, yes. The one with the mustache is better. Grow mustaches.
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Cowboy Up, Cupcake
It’s Saturday night, ModBlog! Pour yourself a fizzy drink, put in a movie, and get you a cupcake. You’ve earned it. Or, you know, go to the bar. Either way. (But I think you know which Jesi would prefer.)
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This Week in BME
It’s been a big week, ModBlog: Sit down and have you some BME cake. I’m sure the lady in the plaid, whose birthday it is, and who got a silicone triangle implant in her chest at Happy Family Body Art in Torino, Italy, won’t mind at all.
And that’s the week, folks. So what were the barnburners this time around?
– A hobo got dragged around by a puffy little dog.
– Miss Duveaux got the diamond she’s always wanted.
– Coming soon to a diabetic near you: Glucose-monitoring tattoo ink!
– This is just one hell of a nice sleeve.
– Fuck you, penguin! (No, really: Fuck you, penguin.)
And there we have it, ladies and gents. Check back in over the weekend for some more goodies, and then we’ll be back at full-speed, as usual, on Monday morning. Be safe, ModBlog, don’t forget to cheer for Mickey Rourke on Sunday, and, as always, thank you for your continued support of BME.