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Oh hey, it’s the very lovely Natalee, checking in from scenic (?) Syracuse, New York! Here we have her sporting some fashionable Diablo Organics jewelry (lots of which is currently on sale at BME Shop), though not seen in this shot? An engagement ring, courtesy of local heart-throb John Joyce! It’s true, these two are planning to join forces to stand as one of the more absurdly attractive couples around. ‘Tis the season for impending nuptials, it seems! Best of luck, you crazy kids.
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Oh, mawwiage. Happy nuptials to the newly minted Mr. and Mrs. Mutant, Kaitlin and Louie! The event was presided over by Dana Dinius from HTC, on location in scenic Phoenix, Arizona. After the jump, some more photos shot by esteemed photographer Andy Hartmark. “Our wedding seriously sucked if you couldn’t tell,” Kaitlin says. Clearly.
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Well well well, here we have young Justin, hailing from Oxnard, California’s scenic Channel Islands! As we can see, those are two-inch lobes (with 00-gauge piercings above those), a four-gauge septum piercing and 10-gauge twin lip piercings. Up next? Cheek piercings and stretching, stretching, stretching. Best of luck, sir!
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Well, look who it is! The last time we featured the very lovely La Negra, there was lots of talk about breasts, real and fake, and the various societal consequences of such unnatural mammarial extensions. Well, she has clearly just been shedding nipples left and right since then, as evidenced above in this shot by Martin Del Pozo taken backstage after a performance at Club Namunkura in Buenos Aires, Argentina. Do we still cherish her now that she is so painfully regular, with only her God-given nipples in place? Yes. Yes we do.
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Oh, hello! Welcome back, friends, to your regularly scheduled ModBlog—barring, of course, any sort of intergalactic apocalyptic death party, in which case your editor will be on the first life raft to the center of the earth, for safety. Anyway! Let’s usher out the end of humid August with the adorable pairing of John, on the right, and Preston, who may look fairly straight-laced, but is actually mostly robot parts beneath his clothes. Scientific fact! After the jump, John goes solo, if only temporarily.
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And here we are, folks—photos from the the third and final day of Tattoo Hollywood. Forthcoming will be our final thoughts on the event and interviews, but until then, enjoy the pictures (and my charming pithy commentary, of course). Buy the ticket, take the ride—after the jump.
This is so realistic, it just told me it just got out of a serious relationship and isn’t ready to date anyone yet.
This is Gene from Tattoo Culture in Brooklyn, New York. He came to the convention with Martin, currently guesting at the shop by way of Austria. When we found out there was going to be a Bar Mitzvah happening on Saturday night in the hotel, your editor suggested bringing over Martin to offer to tattoo their son (“Vas is his birthday? Ve vill tattoo ze number on his arm”), but this was roundly rejected on account of being offensive on every possible level. Then we realized it was actually a Bat Mitzvah, not a Bar Mitzvah. All in all, a good showing for your editor. We should not be allowed out in public.
“Do I look like a man who’s got time to just sit around and get one tattoo at a time? Come on. Gimme the deuce.”
One of our award winners!
New rule: Tattoos inspired by The Warriors get featured on ModBlog, no matter what. Hopefully, all future entries will be as ridiculously good as this one.
More tattooers should wear smocks/aprons, we think. That, combined, with the lighting, makes this seem like it was done in a 1950s machine shop. We like that.
Homina homina.
Photos by Phil Barbosa, Thaddeus Brown and Jen Savage.
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Hoo boy, we are still combing through the thousands (!) of images from last weekend’s inaugural Tattoo Hollywood convention, but there are some gems in there. With three photographers going, we couldn’t be there for every photo (and as such may not be able to give proper artist credits in every shot), but hopefully these at least convey the atmosphere of the weekend. After the jump? Day two at the convention, including Saturday night’s after-party.
As you could probably tell from earlier posts, the portraiture work coming out of this convention was unreal. And, in some cases, undead. Eh? Right? Get it? Because he’s—yeah, I’ll just show myself out.
Hey, I refuse to believe a man with that hearty a beard could be too big of a scumbag!
Oh look, it’s the lovely Katie, who was helping out at the BME booth for the entire convention. Here she is stifling one of her grosser belches from the weekend, probably.
In conjunction with our scumbaggy friend up there, we get to use both our Hearty Beards and our Hearty Mohawks tags in a single post? It must be our birthday!
And here we have famed artist Boog on the right, giving that baby a haircut with some safety scissors, it looks like.
Ha ha, look at those kidders, John and Johannes, just horsing around! Good one, fellas! (Quick, someone hold down OSHA while I administer the Amnesia Ray.)
Michelangelo just pooped his pampers.
What else does Tattoo Hollywood have to offer? Oh, nothing, just Benji Madden walking around stark naked, showing off his tattoos, all day, just for fun. Suck on that, TMZ.
Hey, party time! Saturday night’s after-party was thrown at The Highlands, a nightclub conveniently located in the same hotel complex as the convention. Four-dollar beers, five-dollar cocktails and a bunch of tattooed people dancing on a patio until the wee hours? Not bad at all. And here? Here we have more conclusive evidence that chix dig mustaches, real or otherwise.
This man just did a body-shot off a cactus.
Oh hey, it’s celebrity DJ Benji Madden (again)! He played a mostly inoffensive set, aside from this song that features Lil Jon yelling “SHOTS!” over and over for a hundred years, the knowledge of which is a burden on our soul.
Easily one of the highlights of the night was the always debonair Bob Roberts sweeping Rachel into his arms for a center-stage slow-dance to…Sweet Home Alabama. Tattoo Hollywood makes dreams come true, ladies and gentlemen.
Dip dip dip.
And finally, what with Hearty Beards and Hearty Mohawks accounted for, how could we not complete the holy trifecta with a little Nightmare Fuel?
Still more to come!
All photos by Phil Barbosa, Thaddeus Brown and Jen Savage.
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And finally, folks, let’s wrap up this hazy Thursday with our lovely friend up there sporting a collection of delicate piercings by Matt at Mind’s Eye Tattoo in Emmaus, Pennsylvania. If anyone complains about her septum looking crooked, you spend a night in The Hole.
Tomorrow? We get caught up on a whole bunch of Tattoo Hollywood craziness from last weekend. Until then, come home in the car you love, ModBloggers. We’ll see you soon.
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Well, here is some straight-up vile pornography, courtesy of the folks at Taop Ansbach, in the Fatherland, who just hang out tattooing various cavernous, sinful body parts all over utilitarian joints all day long, for laughs. We can’t read the German script at the top, but we can only assume it is some manner of mean-spirited slur, speaking derisively of dental dams.
After the jump, the vagiknee is further adorned with goodies.
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The last time we checked in with the illustrious Sean Philips, he was assigning age-old apprenticeship tasks, but here he is with his lovely wife Rianne and their new son, Sylas! Apparently, the answer to “What Would Sean Do?” is to build a darling family. Also, probably something about firing guns.
