A Revealing Spear


Hey, it’s not a worm in the schnozz, but this cutting of a harp by young master Ryan Ouellette at Precision Body Arts in Nashua, New Hampshire, is one hell of a nice piece, is it not? The strings probably jump out initially, but man alive, the intricacy over on the right side? Outstanding work. Unless, of course, the wearer is 12 feet tall. In which case, you know, still very nice, but maybe a bit easier to pull off. Yeah, I’ll just show myself out.

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PromoBlog: Meg Is Coming To A City Near You (Hopefully)!


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Hey folks! Friend and BME Roundtable contributor Meg is on the move! Yep, she’s packing up and leaving the dreary, wintry east coast for sunny California, and, as luck would have it, is going to be working along the way. She’s one hell of a piercer and scarification artist (See: the lily up top), so if you’re going to be in the same place as she is on the following dates, there’ll be no time like then to get some world-class work done:

Cincinnati, OH: June 19-21
Medina, OH: June 22-24
Philadelphia, PA: June 26-28 (at Infinite)

To book an appointment, message her on IAM or shoot her an e-mail HERE. Don’t miss out!

The Calm Brow


Guh, are we live? Can you hear me, ModBlog? Sorry about the radio silence since yesterday afternoon—a combination of Internet and computer problems at The Manor have hamstrung this operation we all enjoy so much. But…I think things are back in working order and we’ve moved beyond those aforementioned technical difficulties. And, hey, what better way to enter this brave new era of technological competence and reliability than with this beautiful, intricate cutting by the increasingly ubiquitous Wayde Dunn while working out of Infinite Body Piercing in tropical Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. And the cutting? Well, it’s on Burgh, who you may remember from spawning this murderous little darling. You want a shot of his face? Yeah, just poke around after the jump.

Welcome back, ModBloggers. What’s the point in ever being born again?

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The Actors of the Past


Good day, folks! We should have an exciting announcement (that some of you may already be aware of) a bit later on, but let’s kick things off this week with this cutting work by the one, the only, The Absolute (more from Iestyn). What you see cut into Alice‘s arm up there is a Vajra, which, as the infallible Wikipedia explains, is a weapon “that has the symbolic nature of a diamond (it can cut any substance but not be cut itself) and that of the thunderbolt (irresistible force).” Indiana Jones will be by to battle you shortly, Alice.

I’m Bloodshot For Sure


Well hey, look at that! It’s the always lovely (and controversial?) Lesha, checking in again—this time bottomless as opposed to last time’s toplessness. And…hey, what’s that on her stomach?

Ha ha, look at that! It’s this tremendous scarification portrait piece, a month into the ol’ healing process. Seems to be coming along nicely, but the question, as always, is how is the commentariat dealing with it? I’m going to say…hilariously.

(Scarification by Wayde Dunn at Stay Gold in Albuquerque, New Mexico.)

The Freedom Bleeder


We took a look at this hateful hell demon a few months ago, when it had been freshly cut by Brandon Vermillion from Fillmore Tattoo (who you may remember as the young man who got his damn eyebrow cut off and ignited one hell of an amusing flamewar). Well, it’s a few months down the path towards healing now and, I have to say, still looks pretty damn angry and not just a little evil. Maybe it’s because he’s got all those teeth and no toothbrush? It’s hard to get a read on murderous hell-beasts these days.

Full Coverage: Links From All Over (June 9, 2009)

[Goldcoast] As we’ve discussed in the past, henna is, above most other things, an insidious plot by any number of shadowy poison syndicates to horrifically mangle and mutilate your young children. Don’t believe it? Well listen, then, to the tale of young Cannon Cribb:

The five-year-old recently returned from Bali where locals painted a dragon on his arm with what his parents now realise was a substance containing para-phenylenediamine (PPD).

All was fine until the tattoo wore off completely and the entire area welted into the shape of the original image, some two weeks after it was first put on.

The family now fear Cannon will be left with a life-long scar.

First of all, this kid’s name is Cannon. How awesome is that? Even money that he’s already the most popular in his class just because of that, and now he’s got a dragon on his arm? Look, it’s terrible in a lot of ways and something clearly has to be done about the shitbags who keep using this low-grade junk (it’s actually the additive PPD and not henna itself that causes this reaction, and the boy’s mother makes a very valid point: “‘What if a little girl got a butterfly on her face?”), but holy crap this kid is going to get so much ass. I mean, not as a five-year-old. Oh, God, no. We don’t support that. Plus, it’s not really physiologically possible. Hopefully. Who knows what kinda mutant hormones they’re draining into milk these days.

[Showbiz Spy] So hey, here is a very important article about popular sex actress Megan Fox, who, as it turns out, is just like everyone else out there who was mildly overbearing parents! Megan was all, “Hey I want to get tattooed,” and her mom was all, “But you’re so pretty already,” and Megan was all, “But I really really want a sleeve,” and her mom was all, “There’ll be none of that under my roof, young lady,” and Megan was all, “I’M A GROWN WOMAN I CAN DO WHAT I WANT,” and her mom was all, “RAAAAAAR NO YOU WON’T, NOW EAT YOUR BRUSSELS SPROUTS,” and so Megan ran to her room and slammed the door and cried herself to sleep, the end.

Megan Fox’s mother, Darlene, hates it when her superstar daughter gets a new tattoo.

Darlene is apparently furious at the Transformers star’s plans to cover her entire right arm in a tattoo “sleeve.”

“Her mom has never understood why her daughter would want to cover her gorgeous body with tattoos,” said an insider. “After each new tattoo, Darlene pleaded with Megan not to get more.

“Darlene believes that when Megan is a 40-year-old woman wanting to play more mature roles, people won’t want to hire her because it will be too hard to cover her tattoos.”

God it must really suck to be Megan Fox these days.

[NBA FanHouse] And finally, in celebration of tonight’s game three of everyone’s favorite NBA Finals between the Lakers and Magic, here is another heartbreaking tale of authoritarian power trying to limit the expression of tattooed people, except instead of parents it’s a multi-billion dollar clothing company, and instead of Megan Fox it’s a seven-foot-tall Polish man. Practically the same thing. Anyway, Marcin Gortat, back-up center for Orlando, has been a pleasant surprise for anybody betting on the Magic these playoffs, but apparently his sponsor, Reebok, is none too pleased with the way he’s chosen to adorn himself with terrible inky idolatry:

[Gortat] received an uncomfortable phone call last weekend from Reebok, with whom he has a shoe contract. Representatives of the company were not happy to see a picture of him from Game 1 in a Polish newspaper that prominently displayed his Michael Jordan/Nike logo tattoo on his lower right leg.

Reebok asked him either to wear higher socks tonight to cover up the tattoo, or to apply makeup so it will not be noticed through the rest of the NBA Finals.

“They called and said I had to do something about it, but that ain’t going to happen,” Gortat said after Tuesday morning’s workout.

“I’ve been wearing it 4-5 years now, and it helped me get to the NBA,” said Gortat. “They didn’t say anything about it when I signed the contract, so it’s not going anywhere. I don’t think they are paying me enough to take it off.”

This is hardly a first for Reebok. A few years back, San Francisco 49ers coach Mike Nolan decided to forgo the usual NFL coach’s warm-up jacket and track-pants ensemble and wear a suit on the sidelines. Which would have been fine, had Reebok not been the official provider of sideline clothing for the league’s coaches, and so the NFL denied him his suits. Finally, because this was such a stupid story, everyone lightened up and Reebok just designed some suits for him to wear. All of which is to say, we’re all praying for Gortat when he is inevitably captured by Reebok’s thugs and has his little Air Jordan logo covered with a Reebok-approved pump.

Let the Wheels Burn


I’ve said it before, folks, but if there’s one thing we’re committed to here at ModBlog, it’s robots fighting alligators alien conspiracies gorillas in drag bringing you, the reader, the absolute best in cephalopod-related body art. Well, today is no different, as Mandic has sent in these shots of Kujoton‘s brand new octopus cutting courtesy of none other than the Thunder From Down Under, Wayde Dunn at Infinite in scenic Philadelphia. Oh, you want more? Yeah, we’ve got more. I think you know where to look.

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Down to the Heart


Good morning, folks! Let’s start off this unseasonably wet and chilly week of June with this month-old forehead cutting by Alicia in Milan, Italy. Many of the facial scarification pieces we’ve seen lately have been pretty heavy duty, so it’s nice to see something a bit more subtle as well—variety is the spice of life and all that, etc. And, hey, for the good of the land, we’ve got a dead-on shot of the above cutting after the jump.

Welcome back, ModBloggers. We gotta stay positive.

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This Week in BME


We saw her just the other day, but I thought it was about time we checked in with the lovely MeltBanana to see how her wild palm-print scarification (by Lukas) is healing. Up above is the piece six months in and, while I’d love to get a color photo at some point, this is coming along superbly.

And just like the sands of time, friends, another week has run itself down. What did we learn this time?

Everybody likes girls in high heels with breast microdermals, the end.

Chicago is way ahead of the curve, with some tattoo artists offering free cover-ups to people wanting to erase past gang affiliations.

If you’ve got syndactyly, just cut them bitches apart. Or, alternately, get a cute tattoo.

Hey, check out some readers’ book suggestions over here.

The lovely Samar just can’t take a bad photo, suspending or otherwise.

Tattoo Highway is the mountain-top of reality television, or something.

Lionel slays, every time, without exception.

So that was fun! You know what happens next. We’ll pop in throughout the weekend and, provided Thomas Pendleton and crew don’t run me over with their bus, we’ll be back to full strength come Monday morning. Until then, have fun, stay safe and, of course, thank you for your continued support of BME.