(Un)tattooed Nation

Making my way down the street I can feel the stares. Both men and women pass by me, inching closer to get a gander at the colorful design on my shoulder. I can feel their breath as they pass and hear faint French whispering, either praise, surprise or disapproval. . . . → Read More: (Un)tattooed Nation

Tattoo parlor revolution

Machetes, gun racks and ski masks. It’s not the usual tattoo parlor. . . . → Read More: Tattoo parlor revolution