This Week in BME


And finally, this wild Alice in Wonderland backpiece comes to us from Victor, who designed it alongside his tattoo artist, the very talented Estella Cavalcanti from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

What else came up through the rabbit-hole this week, folks?

We posted a great interview with Rob Spence, the working-class cyborg.

Asymmetry is in.

Peter finished his body-suit, 20 years in the making.

All the creatures of the forest assembled for a lovely tea party!

Bruce Sallan is going to find you and send you to hell, for your “tattoo sleeves,” and probably your exposed underpants, also.

Guess what? Jenni has a wang in her ear.

Nobody lounges harder than BME Boys.

So goes the week, friends. Go enjoy the weekend—we’ll be here every so often, and then it’s back to normal on Monday morning. Until then, stay safe, have fun and, as always, thank you for your continued support of BME.

This Week in BME


“Mommy, can I go out and kill tonight?”

“Now, now, you know what day it is. Just go pull your sister’s hair and burn the cat’s tail before bed.”

Sigh. Better luck next time, little buddy.

(Tattoo on Medic by Dave at Pikes Peak Tattoo in Colorado Springs, Colorado.)

And just like that, our broadcast week comes to a close. What kind of mischief was there this time?

The unholy trinity of scarification appeared…to mixed results.

“Guess What?” made its triumphant return with a tough challenge.

Alice is more man than we could ever hope to be.

Hey, these scarifications are healing rather nicely!

(This one, too.)

The ihung team made good use of this mysterious alien structure that landed in someone’s backyard.

This wildlife sleeve is as real as it gets.

Well…hello.

And that’s that. We’ll be here over the weekend as per usual, hopefully getting a few updates from this weekend’s Dallas SusCon, and maybe even taking a break to enjoy this beautiful patio weather.

I can’t help but feel like we’re forgetting something, though…

Oh yeah, happy birthday to Allen and Rachel!

Happy Birthday Allen!

Happy Birthday Rachel!

Many happy returns of the day to the both of you kids. For the rest of you all, have a good weekend, be safe and, as always, thank you for your continued support of BME.

This Week in BME


And so goes the week, everyone. Before we wrap things up, take a gander at this lovely temporary corset, with piercings by Filoz out of Milano, Italy, and as photographed by Andrea Degrada. A couple more shots, after the jump.

So, what went down this time around?

We got an update on this gorgeous Dingwell backpiece.

Howie checked in with this excellent koi cutting.

Caught a glimpse of Uranium Hobo’s fancy bug plugs.

Darwin stared into our souls, probably.

– This week’s hilarious controversy hinged on this gentleman’s eyelid tattoos, which really got the blood pumping, for some reason, until we posted an update, which ended all arguing on the Internet, forever.

We profiled Markus Cuff, who, in addition to recording an album with Emmylou Harris once, has been one of the chief photographers for a little magazine called Tattoo for 15 years or so.

We fartbarfed.

And that’s it, friends. We’ll be here over the weekend here and there, and then ramp it back up to normal striking power on Monday. Have a good weekend, ModBloggers, stay safe, and, as always, thank you for your continued support of BME.

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Hey, Matt Suder‘s got the right idea! Raise a glass, ModBlog (or whatever it is you prefer). You’ve earned it.

(Tattoo by Andy at Tattoo Marks in Souderton, Pennsylvania.)

And so goes the week. This time around:

Ron and the boys checked in from some ancient phallic garden, as is their wont.

A young child killed us all.

Our old friend Nihilist showed off his new, umm…man-eater.

Hammock Suspension ’09 started campaigning.

April Fools! Also, thank you to all the enemies of fun who had to pipe in immediately about how it was obviously a fake.

Roo posted this excellent video of Sailor Sid, courtesy of Shawn Porter.

You’re a kitty!

And that’s the ballgame, friends. We’ll be here over the weekend, popping in to say hello, and then it’s back to the grind, Monday morning. We should have fascinating and hilarious interview early next week with some excellent photography by Phil, the hardest-working man in showbiz. Until then, ModBloggers, have some fun this weekend, stay safe, and, as always, thank you for your continued support of BME.

This Week in BME


Earlier in the week, we posted this tremendous Jesse Smith tattoo, and, for some reason, some people convinced themselves it was Photoshopped in some way. It was not. Here’s another piece—”The backlash of stealing the devil’s pitchfork is massive,” he says of it—and, honestly, if you’re still not convinced, go look at his web site. They’re real, and they’re spectacular. And I don’t break out supremely timely references like that for nothing, friends. Trust.

And that’s the week, folks. What might you have missed?

Pictograms fell from the sky.

Things went from bad to worse for Mississauga’s Moonshin Tattoo when a client revealed that he has been diagnosed with hepatitis B.

The fake mustache came to town, and oh, the people rejoiced.

Everybody was tattooed with misspelled names. Some people reacted more appropriately than others.

Our esteemed roundtable convened to discuss the (potential) inevitably and (arguable) necessity of government regulation of body modification.

Tattoos + Scars = Thumbs up.

Stick around over the weekend, all. We’ll be here as per usual, keeping the place warm until things turn over and begin anew on Monday. Stay safe, everyone, and, of course, thank you for your continued support of BME. Have a good weekend.

This Week in BME


And now, for your Friday night sex photo, is our returning champion Anna checks in with this lovely shot. Oh, winged things.

So, the week has come and gone. In case you missed it:

Pauly has a fleshy space parasite.

I still love nightmarish animal hybrid tattoos.

Hayley and Hayley showed off their twin poles.

Headmistress Rachel interviewed the gents from Fat City Reprise.

Frameset stretched out his nipples, just because.

And then Holly got some nipple microdermals. Everyone wins!

This Dali/Star Wars crossbreed was pretty much universally loved.

More scheduling conflicts, but I swear we’ve got at least one podcast coming up very soon, as well as another roundtable, more video … it’s a regular goddamn multimedia wonderland around here. That aside, we’ll be here over the weekend as per usual. Before I sign off for the night, I just want to mention that, while I rarely don’t allow comments through, I have no problem keeping something in moderation if it meets certain levels of vulgarity or off-topic-ness. You’re really not missing anything usually, but something just came through today and was too good to pass up. This, keep in mind, was made on the now-classic Skullboy post:

Jacoby Donovan

I LOVE CHRIS BROWN NO MATTER WHAT HE HAS EVER DONE OR EVER WILL DO BECAUSE IM HIS #1 FAN I LOVE U BABY WITH ALL MY

… and scene. Stay safe, everyone, enjoy the weekend and, as always, thank you for your continued support of BME.

This Week in BME


On this Friday the 13th, let us reflect on what we’ve learned from horror movies: You cannot kill Jason—you can only make him angrier. You can send him to New York, you can send him to Hell or you can send him to outer goddamn space…doesn’t matter. You’re just pissing him off. Perhaps it’s time to resign yourself to the fate that awaits you: no matter what you try to do, you are going to be killed by a psychotic hell-demon in a hockey mask, and tough shit.

(Tattoo by Billy Toller at Cherry Bomb Tattoos from New Port Richey, Florida, and the 2009 Philadelphia Tattoo Arts Convention.)

Well, quite a whirlwind of a week this time around, no? Let’s refresh our memories:

We spoke with Mike Beer, he of the numerous wholly tasteless tattoos. Reactions, as usual, were mixed at best. Evidently, not everyone is ready for “rape time.”

Atlanta kisses some ass (in the form of a tribute tattoo) to get an apprenticeship with Sean Philips. Mercifully, it worked.

There is a damn eyeball in that guy’s armpit!

We all told some great stories about getting our septums pierced.

The Flying Pink Sausage entered our lives.

We learned a simple lesson: Money talks and bullshit walks.

Alice got naked in the snow, just because.

Nacho’s first suspension was a complete success.

And that’s it for us today, folks. We’ll be around over the weekend though, as per usual. Sorry about no podcast this week—there were some scheduling conflicts with one great guest we had lined up, but we should be getting in touch with him in the next couple of days, so don’t you worry. At any rate, stay safe, have a good weekend, and as always, thank you for your continued support of BME.

This Week in BME


And finally, to celebrate Toronto’s record-breaking heat today, here’s a shot of the lovely clockorange doing her best impression of a palm tree after doing some light dreadlock maintenance.

Kind of a big week around these parts. In case you missed it:

We were cold killin’ unicorns.

Pretty women wore nightmarish animal heads.

We saw the Fnords. (Or did we?)

BME Shop now features 25 percent more penis owls.

The BME Podcast arrived, featuring very special guest Allen Falkner!

A couple of dudes showed off their pussies, what’s the big deal?

And that is that, friends. We’ll be here over the weekend and should have a new article for you at some point, and if all goes well, another podcast early next week. Until then, enjoy Watchmen, give Rampage your love, be safe and, as always, thank you for your continued support of BME.

This Week in BME


Why would you ever get a penis tattoo? This. This is why you would get a penis tattoo. “I blow myself every day,” says latexninja, putting to good use her arm-wang by Nickku at Galaxy Tattoo in Singapore and her split tongue by Roland at Visavajara in Freiburg, Germany.

And like the sands of time, friends … another week has come and gone. What might you have missed this time?

We started things off with Anna, because why not?

A brief digression into the virtues of hardcore metal.

Pretty sure we ran a fever.

And this is what an infected and rejecting implant looks like.

Gold tusks? Gold tusks.

Jose Lopez is just ridiculous.

Joy Rumore put an empowering piece on a cancer survivor.

So that’s that. We’ll be around on Saturday and Sunday, and I should even be able to post a new article at some point. Fun, right? Fun, indeed. Stay safe, ModBloggers, enjoy the weekend and, as always, thank you for your continued support of BME.

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!

A really wonderful interview with Diego in Distortion (Diego Olavarría), a former BME Scholarship winner, and a tremendously bright fellow all around.

This is just one hell of a nice sleeve.

Have we mentioned that the Philadelphia Tattoo Arts convention is coming up soon? As in, next weekend? And that you should all go? Have we mentioned that yet?

La Negra wins.

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.