We showed off Babylovedoll yesterday in all her orange glory, and today it’s a pleasure to start the day with this piece, described only as “orange,” by Terry Ribera, who’s been splitting his time between Avalon Tattoo II in San Diego, California, and Daredevil Tattoo in New York City. It’s pretty easy for bio-mech stuff to end up looking samey, but Ribera’s work is so damn solid it’s pretty hard not to appreciate. What can I say? I’m a sucker for citrus-powered limbs.
One other thing that was special about today, aside from a certain excuse to drink the devil’s green cider? Unseasonable warmth! Up here on the frozen tundra of the barren Canadian hinterland, anyway. In celebration of our dying planet, I present to you these popsicle tattoos, belonging to Hayley, a piercer at Primal Urge in Perth, Australia. And, as it turns out, these delightful summer treats aren’t even called popsicles in Australia, and instead are referred to as “icy poles.” The Australians are a sweet and literal people.
EDIT: These are actually friendship tattoos! One is on the aforementioned Hayley, and one is on her best friend, Miss Spoons. The lesson, as always … I’m a jackass.
(Tattoos by Kat at The Tatt Shop in Northbridge, Western Australia.)
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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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I can’t help it. I love food tattoos. I really do. And the fact that this is my weakness notwithstanding, it’s still heartening to see people think outside the box and come up with pieces like this that combine two of my greatest passions: pizza and conspiracy theories. And to top it all off?
“Did I get free pizza?” the wearer asks. “Yes. Yes I did.”
Excellent. BUT … did you gravy up that pizza? No? Well, I think you know what you have to do.
(Tattoo by James Yocum at Black Rat Tattoo in Las Cruces, New Mexico.)
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.)
So, this treasonous tattoo can be found on Mandic, who is NOT EVEN LACTOSE INTOLERANT, but claims he is just a picky eater and despises God’s cheese, so much so that he will peel it off of slices of pizza before he eats them, because he finds it “disgusting.” Listen comrade, I’m sure you’re emboldened by the new President’s mandate that America will be inclusive of all people — even non-believers! — but piling cheese on top of every damned thing you eat is as American as a delicious slice of apple pie, with melted cheese. I don’t know where you get off exercising personal taste and trying to keep your arteries unclogged and other “healthy” courses of dietary action, but quit it.
(Actually, you’re probably right. Tattoo by Frankie G. at Tattoo Marks in Souderton, Pennsylvania.)
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An In-N-Out Burger waitress as a pin-up girl, surrounded by candy and other junk food? Well played. Well played, indeed. Can’t wait to see this one colored in.
(Tattoo by Marina from Atomic Zombie in Edmonton, Alberta, on her boyfriend.)
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Polish BME operative Andy checks in with this pierogi tattoo he got at Bloody Tears Tattoo in Warsaw, Poland. Can I just say that I love food tattoos? They’re one of the few styles of tribute tattoos that have a pretty infinite shelf life. Break-ups happen. Friends and family let you down. Musicians go on ether-induced racist tirades. But food? A good hamburger tattoo is there for keeps, friends. And I think that means something.