One problem: I'm a dork. Going up to people twenty years younger than me and asking them if I can take pictures of their tattoos for my blog, Sephora and I agreed, would be the pinnacle of dorkiness. Not quite, we later acknowledged, when we saw a young metalhead going to his seat with his mother, who looked like she was there to chaperone, rather than enjoy the show.
The scale of body art was unfathomable. I imagined I would see an incredible range of tattoos, and I was not disappointed. We arrived around 3:30, and I decided around 5:00 that most of my tattoo shots would be candids, without the hosts knowing they were being photographed.
Here are some of the folks I shot whose tattoos didn't come out so well:
Snap enough random pictures of passers-by, and you'll get a few good candid shots:
A closer view reveals a pretty nice "Don't Tread on Me" tattoo:
But ultimately, I did get some fairly nice pictures, especially of one back piece after the concert when everyone was reeling homeward.
First, there was this cool tattoo from someone sitting a few rows ahead of me:
Then, there was this one on the shoulder of someone sitting a few seats over from me:
The detail and coloring of this Aztec piece is quite impressive:
There were so many amazing back pieces and sleeves that it would have been impossible to catch them all. As mentioned before, this guy was ahead of me as we exited after the show. The eyes are amazing. Not anything I would do myself, but still a bit awe-inspiring. Note his friends Misfits tattoo on the right:
I can only assume he meant to spell Alligator with an "e" instead of an "o".
Ultimately, though, I really missed the Tattoosday theme, which is to get back story on the pieces I photograph. Wouldn't you like to know who this guy is? And why did he do his back like this? How long did it take? Whose eyes are those? And did he mean to spell Alligater the way he did?
For those shortcomings, I offer my heartfelt apologies. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy this week's edition of Tattoosday.
