Coming Back Strong

Hey folks same old same old going on here at Tattooagogo….the HELL it is!

Since mid-March we have been closed like most of the country deemed non-essential so we have been home hunkering down like rabbits in their warren. But unlike the ones in Watership Down we are not going anywhere and will be stronger than ever once we are back in our Dojo.

“Rabbits need dignity and above all the will to accept their fate”

But don’t worry because we have been busy producing lots of new delicious designs for you to choose from when you get to emerge from your cave.

Donn Davis Drew these when not gardening
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Not Bad Friday


“Shhh…Be vewy vewy quiet. I’m hunting wabbits.” – Deadbolt J Fudd

Greetings fellow earthlings, how y’all doin’ on this Not Bad Friday? Things amongst Tattooagogo shop & crew are swelly-well, and before I blow the money shot of oozing artwork, let me moonwalk a few stains of juicy gossip, so you can share with all the gals at da beauty shop. First things first, Donn & TJ are out visiting our Tejas vatos in H-Town for the Houston Tattoo Extravaganza. If you’re in the mood & hood, stop by and whip it out for dem. Our boyz Donn & Matt recently had birthdays—so next time you see dem make sure to ask them their respected age, then pull their pants down to commence a good ‘ol fashion ass whooping with bare hand (Matt likes reach-arounds too).  BTW, if you missed it, our very own TJ & Donn made the list for THE 10 BEST TATTOO ARTISTS IN NEW ORLEANS! Quite impressive, even for the bottom feeders dey be, huh brah? TJ’s been playing a few Wicked Son gigs lately follow him on Insta for upcoming dates & info. Also Kenny’s been featured at the recent Buku Fest, check his craziness out and other street art on his insta.

On to our featured presentation…being Easter and all, I thought it might be fun to represent each of the guys as some form of rabbit (wabbit, to you non-speaking R’s). With the obvious from above, Deadbolt J Fudd, as our hunter of dem ‘lil rascals. So without further adieu,,,

Christmas Story bunny suit

Ralphy IV

TJ’s been nighty-might busy lately with a grab bag assortment of Gris-Gris doses to cure your worse heebie-jeebies or can just as easy put a spell on your crazy Aunt Ida. His recent pieces are Large like Marge and quite spectacular as I can’t even find the right pun to introduce it, so I shalln’t. Check out his bloodbath sleeve, progress on a lady head, healed shot on a timepiece, outline on a anchor rib piece,  Life’s a Beach head tattoo, an incredible Lammergier eagle rib piece,  wicked chest plate, wolf forearm, colorful dragon tattoo, da snake, a skull fish, Big Trouble in Little China piece —Wut-wut?!?! And more, like back progress on our boi Darren, Samurai sleeve,  beginnings of fudog chestplates, AND one more session to go on this amazeballs gorilla back piece!!!   Flaunt it cuz you can, brahz.




Jessica “Matt” Rabbit

Next up, Matt Welch, the real Steely Dan, is putting the red back in bedhead. And now that winter hibernation is over, you should comb-over like Trump, and stop by da shop and take a spin on his Happy Days…(Deadbolt says it’s Cool & Fonz approved).   I’ll first point ya over to Matt’s Insta just in case I miss sumthin’, but to name a few of his classic so-fresh style like this Miles handshake, progress on da toefeel,  hinge in the ditch, lil corazon, keyhole skull he did at the West Texas Tattoo Convention–along with a lotus, drunk octopus, Baphomet \m/, and back in Nola it’s more like dis darkmark piece, garaboros, outline of a witchey lady,  eagle forearm, black & grey detail piece, lion on the thigh outline, along with some bitchin flash sheets you should checkout like this and that one. Ain’t no shame in his game, ya heard?



Mad Hatter Scott

SCOTT ALLEN IS GOING TO PRISON!!! (And he killed man just to watch him die.) Along with his Folsom Prison Blues, he’ll be attending Ink in the Clink at the Ohio State Reformatory in Mansfield, OH on July 15-17. For the meantime, he’s enjoying conjugal visits from customers while puttin’ on the Ritz like a space filler snake, with rattler, Cramps themed sheet, ditch panther, arrow gap filler on the infamous Steve WhatStyle, balloon brain weirdness, and healed shot of a Navy ship tribute (nice ‘ol pasty Vader leg).

Onto the Kenny, he’s been rolling egg rolls & butt holes better than Subway Jared (bad joke, I know). Anywhooz, his


Bowl full of Kenny-goodness

majesty has been vewy vewy busy keepin’ up da food truck by day & night and still managing to decorate skin, walls, and any place else that will host his seed. Like this classic Mom-o jammer, Oh well knuckles, At All Cost, pyramid, Maneki-neko, gorilla head, rougarou, flashback to 2009, healed & hairy, teamacid neck tattoo, classic Love, Homeward Bound, fancy lettering he did at the West Texas Tattoo Convention (with Matt Welch), and a healed shot of a lovely lady. Along with two of my favs some “Carbon. Eagle. Nautilus. Classic.” and “Arachnosferatu.” Of course plenty of new #teamacid flash and more flash and more. As Kenny says, “fight the power and marry the flower.”

[DONN]IE DARKO from Tattooagogo New Orleans on Vimeo.

And we bid the end of our blog journey farewell with our very own Donn[ie] Darko, bet you never put the association of Frank with Donn (as seen above in this short video clip). But isn’t it strange how Donn is always talking about the world ending…?  “2 hours, 42 minutes, 12 seconds…” Or maybe he only does that while he tattoos me…in any case, Mr. Darko has been righteously busy with new back piece outlines, scales for a day, or dragon with cherry blossoms, leg flame action, more scales,  black & grey evilness (insert laugh), samurai & peony sleeve, lil rib mouse action, classic one-shot bird & roses, dragon head on ribs outline, a SHRIMPAGATOR!!! da-fuck?!!  More cover-ups,  and plenty of other stuff oh hiz insta. Check it out, yo!

So, let’s make the most of this beautiful day.
Since we’re together we might as well say:
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won’t you be my neighbor?
Won’t you please,
Won’t you…please?
Please won’t you be my neighbor?

Happy Easter, you filthy animals,


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Shake ya ass, but watch yourself


Beeds & Boobs, bitches.

Happy New Year, Y’all!!!  AND HAPPY PHODUCKIN’ MARDI GRAS!!!

The FEAST of FAT is upon us…we shall play the flutes of poison King Cake babies as we serenade the Voodoo Queen’s twerking ass while toasting Bloody Marys in our Zulu coconuts—–HOT like KAE-ANN, suckin’ dem crawfish headz screamin’ “AYYYEEEEEEEEEE!!!” TRow me sumtin’ mista!!! Let’s laissez les bons temps rouler dis bitch all da way to ya pa-raid ladder seat on St. Charles. Put ya fake ass titties back in ya bra, brah…ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US!!!!!!!!!

Now, that I have ur ummdeevided attention…hear ye, hear ye, tee honorable Vader has rissennth too account dis year of our Lard, 2016th, and fulfill da prophecy of da Mystical Krewe of Tattooagogo. Prrease keep your chirren at bay, sock out with your jocks out, and leave your slimy mermaid stories at home wit ya mom n’ dem. So, without further adieu,  you are hereby commandered to pay close attention to said candid stories of our Artistas, Float Riders, (bee-low) and all their embedded hieroglyphics that will anoint your soul to Satan, or Moesha (the crackwhore who hangs out on Esplanade in Treme).


“Crikey, mate!”

On our 1st float “Da Rajin Cajin,” Float Duke, da Lafitte Crocodile Hunter, betta known as Strawberry Toefill is Crikey mad with his ‘lil booger (as seen on left). If ya don’t believe me, ask him for his best Steve Irwin impression, ya won’t be disappointed, mate. I [still] Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter…yet TJ is still spoonin’ icing on a few worthy earthlings.  As of late he has worked on a ‘lil African bird, rose progress on Rickey, filled some space on Justin with a tiger head, knocked a traditional tiger out da park, Pinky Yun design, for a 1st tattoo.  AND last but least TJ got his uber-pasty white thighs manicured by Mr. Matt.


“If I pull the arrow out, will you p-please s-suck out the poison?”

On our 2nd float “Mrs. Esterhouse’s Food Truck,” Float Captain, Kenny “Eggroll” Rogers, knows when to hold ’em, knows when to fold ’em, knows when to walk away. But you should still “Keep your eye on the fruit…” as you never know when you’ll accidentally shoot yourself in the ass with a poison arrow (as seen to right). In between the fryer & grill, Kenny still makes time for his pretties as with recents like  a nerd tattoo on his bae, trippy owl, higgs, new work from #teamacid flash, a classic heart & dagger, gnarly tiger chest piece, and a ‘lil Elvis that “got all shook up!!” And on top of these mighty greats, he has posted a shit-ton (that’s an analogy for “a lot”) of new flash on Insta page. Check it, Yo!


Lambda, Lambda, Lambda!

On our 3rd double-decker float “We’ve Got Bush!!!” Grand Marshall(s)  Lewis Skolnick aka Matt and Gilbert Lowe aka Scott (as seen left) are livin’ the Mardi Gras dream, Tri-Lambs style, sadly without Booger & Toshiro but nonetheless still chanting the sutra of “Jocks only think about sports, nerds only think about sex.” When they aren’t hosting belching contests, In Scott’s arsenal chiseled a few like a wolf head, Ed Roth influenced monster slamma jamma, canoe memorial, Sailor Jerry mermaid, a Navy ship tribute, awsum traditional head piece, and some new flash to checka out. As for the Matt, he’s been the shop busy bee drillin’ honey nectar like a anchor & rose, magic oyster, healed look on a seahorse & a dragon neck tattoo, tradtional mash-up “breathe,” lil fishy foot, a crawdad, a rose of No Man’s for another neck tattoo. Chec Matt’s Insta for plenty more, ya heard meh?

n40l3kn2fao76k2vfccv9iaj63201189.jpg-final And finally on our King float “Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus,King Tut Donn (as seen on right with Queen Deadbolt on left) now possesses the keys to NOLA and his first order of business is to FREE THE TA-TAs!!! This epidemic of cancer protection has gone on far too long. So from this day forward King Donn says “let’em hang, free in da wind.” So go forth, bra-less wonders…And if anyone asks why, just tell them We said So. When King Donn isn’t saving cancer, he’s leaving his mark on the almighty parish(es) with a lil work like making progress on a lil old Ryu, a Koi/Ryu cover-up, more Japanese back piece work,  a day of the dead elephant, and a nice lil sailboat to sail away from.

And with that, we wish y’all a very Happy & Safe Mardi Gras! Catch lots of Beads, Buzz, and Ass. And if that doesn’t work out for you, well WTF?! We live in the best city on the planet, go discover your own darkside.

Lâche pas la patate, mon nègre!
-Lard Vader

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Before the Force Awakens

christmas vacation-shop

It’s true, all of it. The Jelly of the Month Club, IS the gift that keeps on giving…

Before your Force Awakens the diarrhea from the sushi you ate last night, let us unveil our Airing of Grievances for this year to warm your hearts this Festivus season.  Christ things first, we have a few chores to do around the moisture farm, as we are expecting company with the visit of Richard Stell on Jan. 16th & 18th. Hit him up ( for an appt. as it’s been a while since hes been in the Big Easy. There will be a benefit for our friend English Craig on Jan 17th, talk to Donn about the details. From now until Xmas Eve, get your fix on a bunch of great shop t-shirts. $15 PayPal to or $10 if you stop by da shop. We’ll send some shop swag with your order too. And don’t forget about our gift certificates which last much longer than the Jelly of the Month Club.

“Impressive, most impressive.”


Ze Matt flasho

As for artwork, all the guys are off Santa’s Naughty List this year, as we’ve been good boys spreading XXXmas cheer one stocking at a time (or panty hose if you do it old school) starting out with ze Matt, who recently designed some new badazz shop stickers (stop by da shop to get ya 1). He’s also been selling various drawings/prints sure to impress all the golden girls in your life–hit him up for da scoop ( And in the skin lab, Matt recents are a Baron Samedi, Tropical Contact High, Hooter Tat, Cajun Reaper, Death Flounder, Avast, and a lil shoulder cap piece. Be sure you are follow ze Matt’s insta for his sho fly artwork and dweamy eyes.

Todd: Where do you think you’re gonna put a tree that big?
Clark: Bend over and I’ll show you.


There’s no crying in Mardi Gras

If ya give Scott a wink—pull his right ear with your right hand, then pat his belly with your left hand…he’ll turn into a swallowtail butterfly. To turn him back just use The Clapper. When Scott’s not fluttering around the solstice festivities, he’s been busy making purdy pictures like a Tomahawk & Rose, koi coverup, some tragedy & comedy masks (as seen right), and even a lil Xmas Ornament. He also has some artwork for sale “Tribute to ? and the Mysterians,” hit him up if you’re interested in it (would make a killa tattoo or nice decor above the fireplace when it’s 80 degrees on Xmas). And be sure you are following him on da insta for an assortment of doodles, paintings, and other musings. Scott makes the world’s most interesting man look like the world’s moderate interesting man.

You underestimate the power of the Dark Side.


I’ll be waitin’ in Jackson, behind my Jaypan Fan

Kenny’s shoves pennies up his chimney. Or so he told me. I guess anal beads weren’t door busters at this year’s Black Friday sale, which reminds me, did you know Radio Shack sells vibrators now? Team Acid is serving egg nog merriment branded as #allthewaybeyonce. You thought we forgot, but we didn’t. Like Master P says make dem say Uhh Na na na na. In da House of the Electric Eggroll, there’s a secret world of no hunger with Lady Gaga songs set to repeat (or watching her half naked on American Horror Story).  When Kenny isn’t dancing the Roger Rabbit he’s shaking his tailfeather needles on his pretties with morsels like Wicked Lady, UFO, Japanese Icon, Trail Mix Can Can, Kali, lips from NYC, along with plenty of flash and naked insect pics on his insta.

Ellen: Clark, Audrey’s frozen from the waist down.
Clark: That’s all part of the experience, honey.


Did you know they have pelicans in Austria?

I had a dream the other night I was in that Top Gun bar where TJ was Maverick singing “You’ve lost that lovin’ feelin'” But instead of singing to Charlie, it was Deadbolt. Maybe it’s an omen.  TJ’s blankets have been a great grab lately, be sure to hit him up to see what he has left to keep you and yours warm during the 2016 summer (which might actually be when winter arrives). Lately, TJ’s been wide like outside with impressive beats as a Kenny portrait (not really, but dat shit is funny), some back action, classic roses w/bling, healed tiger knife, started a Baron Samedi, and cool little pelican as seen right for a visitor from Austria. Along with some awsum sauce paintings for sale on his insta page. Holla at ya boi, brahs.

“Chewie, we’re home.”


A flower a day keeps…

As he passed through the seven levels of the Candy Cane forest, through the sea of swirly twirly gum drops, and then walked through the Harvey Tunnel..Santa Donn is the like the buddy elf of our Miracle on Magazine Street. He’ll even put his syrup on you if you ask him nicely. In Santa’s workshop lately, he’s been toy building designs like a fudo,  large scale phoenix with a few lotuses, started a little kappa and koi action, some handala, progress on a dragon half-sleeve with chest plate, and some flower power (as seen left). Be sure to follow Donn on his insta for more #NOLAJapanese magic.

SO…whether you celebrate Festivus, Hanukkah, Christmas, Winter Solstice, or just break bread & wine with your neighbor dressed up as Krampus—we sincerely hope you and all your families have a good one. No prose or hoes needed, unless that’s your tradition too. And of course, go see the new Star Wars movie, it’s only been like 32 years since Return of the Jedi, and we’re hoping to see Carrie Fisher in a thong.

Sneezons Greedos,
Lard Vader



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A Nightmare on Magazine Street

Deadbolt "Deady" Krueger

Deadbolt “Deady” Krueger

One, two, Deady’s comin’ for you.
Three, four, betta clean da shop floor.
Five, six, invert dat crawdafix.
Seven, eight, gonna stay up & get baked.
Nine, ten, nevah sleep again, brah.

Only the purest Black Metal hump trees.

Only the purest of Black Metal hump trees.

Greetings ghouls & boils, it’s our favorite time of year, ALL HALLOWS’ EVE is ghastly approaching, SO…put on some TIREFIRE (or any other black metal that will scare your family), corpse paint yo face, and lets toast our demon-blood wine coolers to this BLOG SACRIFICE! Our shop mascot, Deady Krueger (see above), has retired his banana suit for a traditional striped sweater and finds his claw glove is good for popping ass zits & chopping satsumas in the morning. Between all the rocks in Deady’s trick-or-treat bag, da shop is buzzing like a Chris Owens‘ show back in the 1960s. So be a do-gooder and check out our artists skintastic works as we highlight them b-low or else Deady Krueger and the Great Pumpkin will come to your house and eat your pets.

“……” – Jason, Friday the 13th

Every rose has its thorn.

Every rose has its thorn.

Matt Welch tattooing and art gooeyness is better than da sticky white stuff you get on yo fingers (you said it was s’mores, but we know da truth.) Seriously, I have like daily vadergasms looking at his insta feed, as his art is quite radtacular, to put in my meagle-petty words.  A few to note in Matt’s trick-or-treat bag of laffy-taffy are a pretty bird (for a 1st tattoo client), rose & anchor,  Luke & flowers, progress on da Cajun Infidel (aka Toefeel), progress on a rose & fire piece, a classic rose & skull, and even some nice traditional pieces for the orange goblin season like skull & wings and a lil black cat. If these aren’t enough to capture your attention away from her Dragon’s Majesty Game of Thrones, maybe Matt’s artwork will sell your soul, like this trippy HeyyyGirl  and 500 little scales.

“No tears, please. It’s a waste of good suffering.” – Pinhead, Hellraiser

Scott Allen art on display at Treo NOLA.

Scott Allen art on display at Treo NOLA.

Scott Allen  is like da shop Emperor, only instead of a black robe he wears Hawaiian shirts and is much younger and better looking. Ok, maybe he doesn’t look like the Emperor, and is more Hans Soloish (without the vest). Scott, Donn, Matt, & TJ currently have artwork (one of Scott’s pieces as seen on left) on display at Treo, be a righteous brah and go check dem out before the end of month! In Scott’s trick-or-treat bag of circus peanuts, he’s torn our souls apart like a centobyte with recent works of lil harpy, a sugar skull,  and dias del los muertos. TJ whipped some foxy action on Scott a few weeks back. And Scott’s been devantly busting nuts of new artwork like this painting from the show last month and even new recent work “jackalope” he’s started sketching.

“Killer clowns, from outer space. Holy shit!” – Curtis Mooney, Killer Klowns from Outer Space

Team Acid splits the atom

Team Acid gets head 

Little pigs beware, Kenny Chin-Chin is huffin’ and puffin’, blowin’ houses down. #TeamAcid continues da apocalypse slaughter wrapped up one-by-one in egg roll dreams and nightmares on magazine street (or wherever dat food truck rolls next).  In Ken’s trick-or-treat bag of wax lips & Garbage Pail Kids cards, he’s managed to delight da church masses with masterpieces such as a rosary cover-up,  trippy owl, gorilla & naked chick, and a lil sweet tooth for your rotten smile. In the spirit of the beast, he’s done some uberlicious morsels like this ghoul hand and another holdin’ da bottle. Along with some candy sprinkles of artwork like “Boo-oooo chiiild, things are gonna get creepieeerr” on display at Treo, some new Jap work, and some graffiti Team Acid doodlin. There’s never a dull moment with dis masta of disasta.

“Hi, I’m Chucky. Wanna play?” – Chucky, Childs Play

Unabomber Hustler

Unabomber Hustler Dance

Theophile Fo aka TJ aka Toefeel aka Cajun Fabio aka Da Fro Bunny aka the Marky Mark of Marrero is hustlin the streets with a fresh freestyle bandstand dance to bring back the Soul Train north of Tchoupitoulas Street. In da maestro’s trick-or-treat bag you’ll find a lot of gummy body parts (mostly dicks) and a ‘lil Fun Dip along with his southern flav chew like dis screamin’ eagle,  a deer portrait, wolf reflection, roses & heart lock, oni demon, awesome swampy tree, rose elbow, progress on a Love & Trust chest piece and timepiece. And how ’bout sum artwork? Checkout the progress pics for an upcoming The Wicked Son gig and the “Ties that Blind Us” series he did for the art exhibit last month. Really, the list goes on & on—puh-leez check out TJ’s insta feed for all kinds of artwork, family, and fun.

“You’re a fucking ugly bitch. I want to stab you to death, and then play around with your blood.” – Patrick Bateman, American Psycho


Custom Vans done for a new shop in the FQ

This is Ground control to Major Donn, you’ve really made the grade. So while the rest of us have been taking our protein pills, Papa Donn’s been churnin’ fresh butter cookies sweeter than that cherry you said you popped (we all know it was a lie, brah). And inside Donn’s trick-or-treat bag of candy cigarettes and Mary Jane you’ll also find some elephant day of the dead action, koi fish progress, just a few scales, red beans & crypt, more shoki background, and some namakubi & peony buttarificness! Along with some old discovered works like this hanya snake back piece, a swallow, and angry flamingo. Along with tattoos, Donn’s completed some artwork for Treo like this closeup of The Flasher and Witchy Woman.

“You think that when you die, you go to Heaven. You come to us!” – The Tall Man, Phantasm II

And finally to mix-up the blog with a little of my own trick-or-treat bag of spiced shit cake, I found this old poem I wrote, which harnesses da evil spirit in a Swamp Thing-eque kinda way. Hope you enjoy, mateys.

The Beast

You shouldn’t have come here.
As demons rise from your forgotten memories,
volume set to creature overtones of this swamp.
And here I sit, half-naked on damp grass watching.
The smell of death always finds me.
Sweat dripping rhythm from the Devil’s breath,
sipping the witches’ brew under yellow eyes,
as my skin begins to burn under her disease.

As the crow flies, bringing cooler wind of change,
and wickedness is his reflection in murky water,
as ghosts of harmony slowly disappear.
The Beast craves blood.
Discover an unfamiliar place of the same,
your darkness hidden under stories by others.
Could turn back now, but you won’t.
It’s too late.
You shouldn’t have come here.


Tongue ya later, brah. – Lard Vader

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