Looked and it didnt't seem like we had a thread over here yet. Wanted to get something to mark our time in Hawaii before we move back to LA, so I just sat for this (apologies for all the back hair):
In any event, post your tattoos, new or old, here.
I second everything Jerm said. Look at the local shops around you on Instagram, but also look for the design you want tattooed on Instagram so you get an idea of how it'll look.
NO RAGRETS
Fuckin right, good on ya!I was one of those people who always thought tattoos were cool, "But there's nothing I've ever wanted badly enough to have on my body forever." I know now that part of this sentiment is just not understanding the art of tattoos and the personal confidence they can bring. But just a preface.
I meet my future wife in the first semester of law school. We hit it off pretty immediately. There's a very cool independent theatre in the downtown where we live that's playing a revival of Purple Rain one night. Prince is one of my all time favorite artists and the song Purple Rain is my favorite song of all time. We both love film and she hasn't seen Purple Rain. I screw up my courage and ask her if she wants to go on a date. Of course, she says yes. We go, we have a wonderful time, get pretty drunk, go out to dinner after, just have a fantastic evening. We fall in love.
Fast forward to the beginning of our last semester, and we agree that we'll get each other graduation gifts. My now-wife has some serious hang-ups about the institution of marriage (totally get those) and isn't sure if marriage is for her. Beyond that, a ring at law school graduation is just about as cliche as a couple can get. However, we've already moved to D.C., decided that we're taking this journey together, and we're about as committed as a couple can be. I get our mutual best friend from law school - who is a pretty great artist herself - to design up three purple raindrops with a rose in the middle (the rose is a recurring Purple Rain motif). One of our other mutual friends is a huge tattoo guy - travels around the country collecting famous artists - so I ask him to ask around his tattoo network for a recommendation. Turns out that there is a very well regarded woman in the neighborhood we walk our dog through every day. I go, meet her, we work on the design, and it's in the bag. My wife already has a couple of tattoos and loves them. I even went with her early on in our relationship to sit while she got one.
The night before graduation, we're out with friends - the friend who designed the tattoo - and I couldn't keep the secret anymore. I showed her to design and told her my idea. I was terrified because it is, obviously, a life-long commitment. She is brought to tears and can't stop talking about it. I tell her we have an appointment in three days (the day before bar prep starts), if she's really serious, and she can't wait. We go and get them together. It was wild. The picture below is awful, from just after I removed the bandage, so apologies. Total space is probably 3x5". It's on the rights side of my chest, top of my pec and bottom of my clavicle.
I'm now ready to get another. My wife's first was a lion stencil on her back. Her last name is Singh, which means lion. After getting married - a few years later and after lots of discussion - we decided to both have the same last night, and I took hers. (I should change my username to "bsingh".) So now I'm a lion, too. Now that the pandemic is over, I'm planning on getting a lion on my left side, mirroring the rain drops, top of pec/bottom of clavicle. I don't think I'm going to do a stencil like hers, but I'm still trying to figure out the design I want.
I was one of those people who always thought tattoos were cool, "But there's nothing I've ever wanted badly enough to have on my body forever." I know now that part of this sentiment is just not understanding the art of tattoos and the personal confidence they can bring. But just a preface.
I meet my future wife in the first semester of law school. We hit it off pretty immediately. There's a very cool independent theatre in the downtown where we live that's playing a revival of Purple Rain one night. Prince is one of my all time favorite artists and the song Purple Rain is my favorite song of all time. We both love film and she hasn't seen Purple Rain. I screw up my courage and ask her if she wants to go on a date. Of course, she says yes. We go, we have a wonderful time, get pretty drunk, go out to dinner after, just have a fantastic evening. We fall in love.
Fast forward to the beginning of our last semester, and we agree that we'll get each other graduation gifts. My now-wife has some serious hang-ups about the institution of marriage (totally get those) and isn't sure if marriage is for her. Beyond that, a ring at law school graduation is just about as cliche as a couple can get. However, we've already moved to D.C., decided that we're taking this journey together, and we're about as committed as a couple can be. I get our mutual best friend from law school - who is a pretty great artist herself - to design up three purple raindrops with a rose in the middle (the rose is a recurring Purple Rain motif). One of our other mutual friends is a huge tattoo guy - travels around the country collecting famous artists - so I ask him to ask around his tattoo network for a recommendation. Turns out that there is a very well regarded woman in the neighborhood we walk our dog through every day. I go, meet her, we work on the design, and it's in the bag. My wife already has a couple of tattoos and loves them. I even went with her early on in our relationship to sit while she got one.
The night before graduation, we're out with friends - the friend who designed the tattoo - and I couldn't keep the secret anymore. I showed her to design and told her my idea. I was terrified because it is, obviously, a life-long commitment. She is brought to tears and can't stop talking about it. I tell her we have an appointment in three days (the day before bar prep starts), if she's really serious, and she can't wait. We go and get them together. It was wild. The picture below is awful, from just after I removed the bandage, so apologies. Total space is probably 3x5". It's on the rights side of my chest, top of my pec and bottom of my clavicle.
I'm now ready to get another. My wife's first was a lion stencil on her back. Her last name is Singh, which means lion. After getting married - a few years later and after lots of discussion - we decided to both have the same last night, and I took hers. (I should change my username to "bsingh".) So now I'm a lion, too. Now that the pandemic is over, I'm planning on getting a lion on my left side, mirroring the rain drops, top of pec/bottom of clavicle. I don't think I'm going to do a stencil like hers, but I'm still trying to figure out the design I want.
I was one of those people who always thought tattoos were cool, "But there's nothing I've ever wanted badly enough to have on my body forever." I know now that part of this sentiment is just not understanding the art of tattoos and the personal confidence they can bring. But just a preface.
I meet my future wife in the first semester of law school. We hit it off pretty immediately. There's a very cool independent theatre in the downtown where we live that's playing a revival of Purple Rain one night. Prince is one of my all time favorite artists and the song Purple Rain is my favorite song of all time. We both love film and she hasn't seen Purple Rain. I screw up my courage and ask her if she wants to go on a date. Of course, she says yes. We go, we have a wonderful time, get pretty drunk, go out to dinner after, just have a fantastic evening. We fall in love.
Fast forward to the beginning of our last semester, and we agree that we'll get each other graduation gifts. My now-wife has some serious hang-ups about the institution of marriage (totally get those) and isn't sure if marriage is for her. Beyond that, a ring at law school graduation is just about as cliche as a couple can get. However, we've already moved to D.C., decided that we're taking this journey together, and we're about as committed as a couple can be. I get our mutual best friend from law school - who is a pretty great artist herself - to design up three purple raindrops with a rose in the middle (the rose is a recurring Purple Rain motif). One of our other mutual friends is a huge tattoo guy - travels around the country collecting famous artists - so I ask him to ask around his tattoo network for a recommendation. Turns out that there is a very well regarded woman in the neighborhood we walk our dog through every day. I go, meet her, we work on the design, and it's in the bag. My wife already has a couple of tattoos and loves them. I even went with her early on in our relationship to sit while she got one.
The night before graduation, we're out with friends - the friend who designed the tattoo - and I couldn't keep the secret anymore. I showed her to design and told her my idea. I was terrified because it is, obviously, a life-long commitment. She is brought to tears and can't stop talking about it. I tell her we have an appointment in three days (the day before bar prep starts), if she's really serious, and she can't wait. We go and get them together. It was wild. The picture below is awful, from just after I removed the bandage, so apologies. Total space is probably 3x5". It's on the rights side of my chest, top of my pec and bottom of my clavicle.
I'm now ready to get another. My wife's first was a lion stencil on her back. Her last name is Singh, which means lion. After getting married - a few years later and after lots of discussion - we decided to both have the same last night, and I took hers. (I should change my username to "bsingh".) So now I'm a lion, too. Now that the pandemic is over, I'm planning on getting a lion on my left side, mirroring the rain drops, top of pec/bottom of clavicle. I don't think I'm going to do a stencil like hers, but I'm still trying to figure out the design I want.
Well, we decided to tie the knot for real a couple years later, so it's a little late on that. Pics or it didn't happen. (And yes, I know, I looked like a child. I still look hella young.)
