Tattoo Talk Thursdays: The Taylor Swift Tattoo
Tattoo Talk Thursdays
THE TAYLOR SWIFT TATTOO
THE TAYLOR SWIFT TATTOO
Yes, another tale interwoven with the wonder and magical properties
of hash cookies. It's almost the two-year anniversary and I figured,
'What have I got to lose? Let's do it today!' This also goes back to when
I was living in LA. I was in my flat, just listening to YouTube one afternoon
after having some pizza and eating a few hash cookies. Then the song came on.
'So it's gonna be forever, or it's gonna go down in flames.' That's fucking genius.
And it's a Taylor Swift song! Fuck me! I didn't expect this. (Now, however, I enjoy
many of her songs. Hey, we all have skeletons in our closets. This just happens
to be one of mine.)
It fit everything I was feeling in that moment. I kept playing it over and over and pretty
soon I was thinking that I needed those words on me forever. I needed that reminder.
I wanted that passion. It was simple, yet so creative. I rang my mate who's an uber driver
and I was like mate, "I just wanna get out of here, take in the city and I've gotta show you
this song!" He only lived a few minutes away and was over in no time. We drove around Hollywood
and Beverly Hills with Taylor Swift's album 1989 on repeat, always replaying "Blank Space" a few times before we continued the album. It wasn't just me. He loved the song too. I looked at the time
on the dash. It was 10 minutes to midday. "Take me to High Voltage. I need to get this on me!" We'd
been there before so he knew just where to go.
We arrived about 10 minutes after the shop opened and I was happy to see that Adrian was free. He's my go-to guy when I go there. He's got great personality and is an amazing artist. I told him that I wanted some lyrics and I pulled up the ones to show them. I was flying high and my pupils were rather dilated, but he didn't say anything about it. I'm sure had he noticed, he wouldn't have tattooed me. You can't tattoo people under the influence, or rather you shouldn't. I've seen both happen at shops all across Europe and North America. He was down to do the piece. He'd seen some of her writing and did the lettering in a girlish script that reminded me what I'd seen of Taylor's handwriting. "Is this what you want?" "Fuck yeah!" I filled out the paperwork and signed things while he set up his station and made the stencil. I thought it would be ironic if I got it next to my fuck you tattoo. Just add another layer of flavour.
He told me to come on back and we could start. He put the stencil on and left room at the top of my thigh so I could tattoo there if I wanted to. "Perfect." I told him before laying on the body table so he could get to work. The rock that played through the stereo in the shop just upped the ante. I lulled into a state of musical madness, exhilarated by the beats and the vibrations of the needle. It didn't take Adrian long to do the tattoo at all. Maybe 20-30 minutes. Master of the craft. He wiped it down
and I took a look before he bandaged it. I thanked him paid and danced on out of the shop to my mate who was waiting for me. "Where are we off to now?" "I'm thinking everywhere." The rest of the day is blurred shots of Venice, Burbank, West Hollywood and Marina Del Ray.
I woke up the next morning with a bit of a headache and a leg ache. I remembered how many hash cookies I ate that day and then remembered the few tablets that I had dropped. I looked down to see if I'd cut myself or if it was all in my mind and there I saw the lyrics of Taylor Swift implanted in my skin. "What the fuck?" was the only sentence that came to mind. I couldn't believe I did it. The things I thought were dreams happened. And I just laid there and laughed. To this day I laugh at it. It's a great story and the tattoo still has the same meaning if not more. Embrace it all-the start, the end. And sometimes those we love the most give us the worst wounds.
Also, I'd love to share my mate Jamie's shop.
There's not many people I've met who I can say truly love their
craft and have dedication to their projects as him. He's not just
an artist. He's a musician and a family man as well. Check out
his shop below and if you're in the Western Massachusetts Area,
show him some love. He's got a shop with amazing artists, I know
as I've been tattooed by him as well as Nick and a talented body piercer
on staff.
The shop is clean, friendly and welcoming. They're there to answer any
piercing you have on body modification! You can call or message them today!
http://papercitytattoo.com/
https://www.facebook.com/PaperCityTattoo/
https://www.facebook.com/jamie.riddle.127?fref=ts
LINKS
💉💉💉
Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/AnjaAbsinthe/
Twitter:https://twitter.com/ichliebebillah
Instagram: instagram.com/anjathesickboy/
SICKBOY MERCH
http://www.zazzle.com/name_sickboy_first_edition_t_shirt-235712787373060856
15% off with code WINTERTREATS!!
I was living in LA. I was in my flat, just listening to YouTube one afternoon
after having some pizza and eating a few hash cookies. Then the song came on.
'So it's gonna be forever, or it's gonna go down in flames.' That's fucking genius.
And it's a Taylor Swift song! Fuck me! I didn't expect this. (Now, however, I enjoy
many of her songs. Hey, we all have skeletons in our closets. This just happens
to be one of mine.)
It fit everything I was feeling in that moment. I kept playing it over and over and pretty
soon I was thinking that I needed those words on me forever. I needed that reminder.
I wanted that passion. It was simple, yet so creative. I rang my mate who's an uber driver
and I was like mate, "I just wanna get out of here, take in the city and I've gotta show you
this song!" He only lived a few minutes away and was over in no time. We drove around Hollywood
and Beverly Hills with Taylor Swift's album 1989 on repeat, always replaying "Blank Space" a few times before we continued the album. It wasn't just me. He loved the song too. I looked at the time
on the dash. It was 10 minutes to midday. "Take me to High Voltage. I need to get this on me!" We'd
been there before so he knew just where to go.
We arrived about 10 minutes after the shop opened and I was happy to see that Adrian was free. He's my go-to guy when I go there. He's got great personality and is an amazing artist. I told him that I wanted some lyrics and I pulled up the ones to show them. I was flying high and my pupils were rather dilated, but he didn't say anything about it. I'm sure had he noticed, he wouldn't have tattooed me. You can't tattoo people under the influence, or rather you shouldn't. I've seen both happen at shops all across Europe and North America. He was down to do the piece. He'd seen some of her writing and did the lettering in a girlish script that reminded me what I'd seen of Taylor's handwriting. "Is this what you want?" "Fuck yeah!" I filled out the paperwork and signed things while he set up his station and made the stencil. I thought it would be ironic if I got it next to my fuck you tattoo. Just add another layer of flavour.
He told me to come on back and we could start. He put the stencil on and left room at the top of my thigh so I could tattoo there if I wanted to. "Perfect." I told him before laying on the body table so he could get to work. The rock that played through the stereo in the shop just upped the ante. I lulled into a state of musical madness, exhilarated by the beats and the vibrations of the needle. It didn't take Adrian long to do the tattoo at all. Maybe 20-30 minutes. Master of the craft. He wiped it down
and I took a look before he bandaged it. I thanked him paid and danced on out of the shop to my mate who was waiting for me. "Where are we off to now?" "I'm thinking everywhere." The rest of the day is blurred shots of Venice, Burbank, West Hollywood and Marina Del Ray.
I woke up the next morning with a bit of a headache and a leg ache. I remembered how many hash cookies I ate that day and then remembered the few tablets that I had dropped. I looked down to see if I'd cut myself or if it was all in my mind and there I saw the lyrics of Taylor Swift implanted in my skin. "What the fuck?" was the only sentence that came to mind. I couldn't believe I did it. The things I thought were dreams happened. And I just laid there and laughed. To this day I laugh at it. It's a great story and the tattoo still has the same meaning if not more. Embrace it all-the start, the end. And sometimes those we love the most give us the worst wounds.
Also, I'd love to share my mate Jamie's shop.
There's not many people I've met who I can say truly love their
craft and have dedication to their projects as him. He's not just
an artist. He's a musician and a family man as well. Check out
his shop below and if you're in the Western Massachusetts Area,
show him some love. He's got a shop with amazing artists, I know
as I've been tattooed by him as well as Nick and a talented body piercer
on staff.
The shop is clean, friendly and welcoming. They're there to answer any
piercing you have on body modification! You can call or message them today!
http://papercitytattoo.com/
https://www.facebook.com/PaperCityTattoo/
https://www.facebook.com/jamie.riddle.127?fref=ts
LINKS
💉💉💉
Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/AnjaAbsinthe/
Twitter:https://twitter.com/ichliebebillah
Instagram: instagram.com/anjathesickboy/
SICKBOY MERCH
http://www.zazzle.com/name_sickboy_first_edition_t_shirt-235712787373060856
15% off with code WINTERTREATS!!
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