I've been a long-time fan of Nathan Black's Knuckletattoos.com, which focuses on the finest of career killers and the stories behind them.
Nathan will be coming in from Austin to hang with us at the NYC Tattoo Convention, May 13-15, and take photos of special hand tattoos for an upcoming book. Follow him on Twitter for updates.
He's also got a fun app that let's you make your own faux knux. Here's mine.
Get your own knuckles at the knuckle tattoo gun.
If it wasn't for Twitter I wouldn't know things like Fake GaryBusey's tips on hookers, the exploits of douches on the subway, and what injustice is being done to our tattooed brethren. The latest in Delta doucherie happened earlier today to food stylist Adam Pearson.
Adam's first tweet, which sparked the re-tweet madness among foodies and tattoo freaks, said:
"Just pulled off delta flight, passenger said I was suspicious looking due to my tattoos @DeltaAssist not happy at all #goldmedallion fail"
Adam then rightfully asks:
"If this pasngr was uncomf with my tattoos why wdnt they offer to rebook them on another flight, why do they need to bother me @DeltaAssist "
Adam wasn't kicked off but pulled off and questioned for his "Atom Bomb" knux. The LA Times blog has the deets. Here's a bit from their post:
my muthafuckin snake tattoo on their muthafuckin plane.
Ok, this isn't my usual monolithic tattoo news review as I've been on the convention circuit for the past two weeks, but I wanted to share some things I found when I opened my eyes and Inbox this morn.
First, before I even reached for my first cup, The NY Times greeted me with the image above (by Ashley Gilbertson) of the coffee knux tattoo in its article on the best cafes in NYC. And it reminded me of an old fave on KnuckleTattoos.com of such career killers wrapped around a cup of coffee. And then it made me long once more to tattoo my hands. And then I remembered that one day I may need to be employable once more. And then I also remembered that the Times article had nothing to do with tattoos, so I drank some coffee and moved on.
Then, my Inbox dinged with a real tattoo story: Daily Candy's front page profile today on the fabulous Amanda Wachob. And while the word "tats" and phrase "upgrade your tramp stamp" made coffee shoot out my nostrils in frustration, it is nice to see a great artist get some sweet props from the masses. We featured Amanda here last October and noted her experimental tattoo projects that got us hyped (sans caffeine). Here's a sample of Amanda's work below.
And finally, just before I was about to click publish on this post, I got a Facebook reminder that, tomorrow, Amelia Klem Osterud will discuss her book The Tattooed Lady: A History at Word bookstore in Brooklyn from 7:30-9PM. We featured the book here in November and I've devoured my copy since. As an added bonus, tattoo artists Bad News Becca and Emma of Porcupine Tattoo will be discussing their work.
So, that's the run down of tattoo goodness I found all before noon. A good omen for the day. [The mega-round up will be up soon. I hope.]
I've been obsessing over knuckle tattoos since Nathan Black of KnuckleTattoos.com visited the N+S headquarters in Brooklyn [Moe's Bar], during his 30 Days in the Air Tour via JetBlue.[Check Nathan's airport code tattoos from that trip.]
But considering my equal obsession with being gainfully employed, I found something at the Exit 9 boutique yesterday that could satisfy both:
Temporary Knuckle Tattoos for Him & Her.
Designed by Fred & Friends, the peeps that brought you the Stiletto Door Stopper and Pick Your Nose Party Cups, these temp tattoos seek to have you "toughen up, temporarily." With that kinda talk, I couldn't resist so I forked over five bucks each for two packs -- his and her.
I should've only bought the dude one, however, because I wasn't feeling the female options like "Gold Diga," "Porn Star," "Head Case," "AHot Mess," or "Mean Girl," among other messages a mano. The temp tattoos for him were more my taste: "Book Worm," "This Hurt," "Riff Raff," "Rock Star," "Last Call," & "Geek Life" (shown above). [I'll never be NerdCore as MC Router & her (real) knux but I can play one on the Internet.]
The temps were easy -- but not quick to put on -- and Brian and I giggled over my tattoo nerdiness, but the actual tough part was taking them off as we neither had baby oil nor rubbing alcohol around (the suggested products for removal). Nail polish removal and scrubbing eventually got the temps off, just in time for a work meeting.
They don't call 'em "career killers" for nothin.
Madonna has Gaultier. Sharon Stone has Calvin Klein. Me...I have Father Panik Industries.
Celebs like Margaret Cho, The Van Zandts, and Dee Snider may model their wares on red carpets, but whose tattooed sleeves are modeling their Knuckle Tattoo Gloves online?
Who wears their hoodies, tees, shorts with the same aplomb, aplomb I say, as Anna Wintour wears dead animals?
And that gold Bad Ass nameplate? Who's tattooed cleavage has been photographed numerous times with that baby on?
And yet, Father Panik Industries has yet to officially declare me as their fashion muse. Oh, they do have rare moments where they woo me. A text saying they'd like to offer me a free manicure. But in the end they just want my stubby fingers to fill out their latest gloves with the thumb holes for texting
A girl's gotta play hard to get.
Or a girl can be totally shameless and tell you to shop the Father Panik Store Online or find them at fairs like the fabulous Gifted Market in Manhattan. If you do stop by their booth, tell them "their muse" sent ya. Maybe it'll work for me.