My fascination with body art began at an early age when I accidentally caught a glimpse of my grandfather’s well-hidden bicep tattoo. Aside from the elegant design — a Sassanid cataphract that had turned green from years of exposure to the elements — I was drawn to it because I
Some days I miss the hazy skies and suffocating heat of Los Angeles. But mostly I miss the thriving art community. One such artist was right under our noses when we lived in Santa Monica, Jose Araujo. Araujo tattoos at Midtown in L.A., but also does residences in SF, and I
Social media has turned me on to an overwhelming amount of amazing artwork, too much for me to catalog or keep track of in my feed. Specifically, I find myself with a vast number of tattoo artists I respect and admire, but I can’t seem to keep track of them.
Images of all kinds have the power to take your mind to all kinds of places. When I glare at the tattoos created by Sergei Titukh, my mind drifts into a nightmare state. His lines are fragile but full of the dark force that is alive inside of him. Sergei’s
“You know Kelsey Schwarz, right?” “No,” I replied. “Who’s that?” “You have to know her,” my friend said. “If you don’t know who she is, you’ve still seen her art.” I turned and looked in her direction, bemused by her response. At the time I didn’t think that it was
On alchemy, magic and TLC: A few pretty scrapes and witchy words with the high priestess of Mexico City’s tattoo scene I’ve officially been waiting for about six months for my tattoo appointment with Christian Castañeda, but I’ve been Instagram-stalking her for two years. As I arrive at her