These nice clean cuts were done by Franzz at Exiting Body Piercing in Besançon, France. On an unrelated note, I’m going to go trim my cat’s claws. See you in the morning, ModBloggers.
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Tag: Body Modification
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But Doctor, I Am Pagliacci
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Returning champion MissDuveaux checks in with this backstage shot from a high-fashion photo-shoot (with tattoos!) she did recently with Feriet Tunc.
(Make-up by Mart Reker, styling by Pythia Styling, corset by Dennis Diem.)
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The Coming Storm Grows
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Comes from Greece this cutting does! No information attached was there, but too good to pass up it was! Give thanks we would like to, anonymous stranger!EDIT: Whoops, apparently this has been posted before. On the plus side, at least we can now give credit (again!) to Ryan Corrigal at Strange City in Edmonton, Alberta. I will, however, leave this post up, as a testament to the dire consequences that can result from not including artist information as part of a BME submission. (I.e., I end up looking like a jackass.) Also, please don’t send in stolen images.
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“Money Talks, Bullshit Walks”
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Loyal reader Steve writes in:
This was done by George Campise at Seventh Son Tattoo in San Francisco, California. It’s on the back of my knees, didn’t really hurt that much. I broke up with a girl around the time and she left me because I didn’t make enough money for her to stay with me, even though I had my own dream job (I test video games for a living). So I decided to get the money talks/bullshit walks pieces. Everyone loves the turd and if you look closely to his right, there is a bull looking backwards thinking “WTF?” And I love the shit-eating grin the turd has and the very matter-of-fact look of the money. These are two of my favorites in my collection.
Close-ups of each piece after the jump.
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I’ve Got Nothing
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If the heartwarming ending of Shaun of the Dead taught us anything (and I know I take the majority of my cues in life from British comedies), it’s that being a zombie isn’t necessarily the worst fate one can expect. Sure, you’re a mindless hell-beast whose soul quest is to feast on the flesh of the living, but at least you get to hang out with your friends and play video games, right? Right? Anybody? Sigh.
(“Ed” from Shaun of the Dead by Kyle A. Scarborough at Precision Body Art in Tulsa, Oklahoma.)