Marmalade And Manner

Posted on August 14, 2009 by Jordan Ginsberg

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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.

Tattoo Hollywood, BME’s first tattoo convention, is coming to Los Angeles from August 21-23, featuring contests, prizes and some of the best artists from around the world! Click here for more information.

The Spring Will Come

Posted on August 13, 2009 by Jordan Ginsberg

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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Why Or Whither

Posted on August 13, 2009 by Jordan Ginsberg

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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The Rise Of The Split/Stretched Lobe

Posted on August 13, 2009 by Jordan Ginsberg

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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I Hold The Wound

Posted on August 12, 2009 by Jordan Ginsberg

And here we have the steely gaze of the very lovely, very stoic Anonymous Swede! (Probably not her real name.) Sharp piercings, pleasant symmetry and the always appreciated dark hair/blue (green? hazel?) eyes combination? That’ll work for us!

(Septum pierced at 16-gauge by Stefan at Sailor Steve’s in Visby, Sweden, and self-stretched to eight-gauge.)

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Bury Your Mistakes

Posted on August 12, 2009 by Jordan Ginsberg

“Blonde doctors have more fun,” says the lovely factorygirl, seen above covered in some sort of post-surgical plasma, checking out the structural integrity of her old-timey operating table, for safety. Also note the placement of the syringe, conveniently located on the top of her head, which is just sensible, really—to say nothing, of course, of her six-gauge nostrils by Kyle Petersen and labret (recently downsized from 00-gauge to two-gauge) by Rev Lower at Evolved Body Art in Columbus, Ohio. After the jump? She may want to get that eye looked at.

Vigor And Variety

Posted on August 12, 2009 by Jordan Ginsberg

Ahoy-hoy, folks! Let’s start our Wednesday with this series of shots presided over by Pete Sheringham at The Piercing Urge in Melbourne, Australia, who, with the aid of some surgical staples, affixed this zipper to the mouth of, hmm, who is that, The Gimp? Probably not. Either way, fun! After the jump, zipper-mouth speaks, or is at least given the opportunity.

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The Sky On His Back

Posted on August 11, 2009 by Jordan Ginsberg

And here we have a, shall we say, rather unwilling resident of the Palmetto state. This young lady recently packed up and moved to South Carolina, and was not exactly thrilled about her new locale. One thing that’s helped her adjust? That little bluebird tattoo.

I moved to South Carolina from New Haven, Connecticut. I never liked living in S.C.—actually, quite frankly I hated it. One morning, though, I woke up and saw a different kind of bird in a tree in my back yard. It had a blue back and a bright reddish/orange breast; my dad told me that it was a bluebird. For some reason this one little bird was like a ray of positivity over my heart, and I eventually learned that bluebirds were a sign of good luck. I connected blue birds as my good luck charm and that I will survive living in the bible-belt. I’ll always carry that good luck with me wherever I go.

(Tattoo by Tim Brewer at Body Graphics Tattoo in South Windsor, Connecticut.)

Set Straight Like A Perm

Posted on August 10, 2009 by Jordan Ginsberg

Oh, hello.

I didn’t hear you come in.

I’m Peck. You might know me from High Priestess. You might know me from my world-class lambada technique. You might know me from my collection of limited-edition Murphy beds. Whatever the case may be, I’m glad you were punctual. I can’t tell you how often photographers feel like I’m supposed to be on their schedule. Can you imagine? Can you even imagine?

Oh, that scent? Yes, pungent, isn’t it? It’s a fragrance made from lavender, space diamonds and endangered Condor eggs. It’s new. And by new, I mean I possess the only bottle. No, you may not see it.

Of course, just set your gear down anywhere you please. That’s a handsome strobe system you’ve got there. I did a shoot a while back where the photographer only brought hot lamps. “I want you to have a more natural glisten,” he told me. Do you believe it? Me, looking unnatural. What did I do? I showed him the body oil I have made of glacier water and pure Norwegian amniotic fluid, then I rubbed a thimbleful on my ample biceps, then I had him banished to one of the Mars colonies. That’s just how I roll. Oh, you didn’t know about those? Forget I said anything.

I’m ready for my close-up now. Best of luck.

(Photo courtesy of Jason at Gorilla Glass.)

Kissing A Mirror

Posted on August 10, 2009 by Jordan Ginsberg

Greetings, ModBloggers! Hope the weekend found you all well and safely out of reach of the raging death-bolts of any and all Armageddon-esque lightning storms. Let’s start our time back together with the calm, well, after the storm, I guess—this heart-stompingly sweet photo of Raldy and his and betrue‘s adorable new addition, Clara, spending some quality time together at home in São Paulo, Brazil.

And so begins another week together, dear readers. Let’s get off on the good foot. I’ll buy you a taco. If we’re lucky, we may even hit the city.