So it seems like the apocalypse is here with trains derailing off the Huey P. and Bob Breck’s toupee flew off and sailed across Lake Pontchartrain. Yet, at Tattooagogo, we’re still open, makin’ dreams cum true from 12 to 8pm. Seems as though Nola has forgotten about a lil thunderstorm we had a few years back called, Katrina. But I guess the media can only report good news like riots, earthquakes, and Jindal’s budget cuts for so long.
It’s been about a month or so since we’ve given you our branding iron of good news from da shop. And just like the summer thunderstorms, things are flaring up (along with TJ’s hemorrhoids). But don’t digress, our loverboy, Kenny, now has a monthly gig at The Saint, Raw Power Wednesday—where the Prince of Pony’s party is better than a TKO crew vs. Eletric Rock dance battle. Before they had Glocks & Uzis in the da hood, they used to dance combat to Ice-T’s rap.
Wuz dat? You still haven’t brought your
sweet-cupcake-ass to da shop for your NEW SHOP SHIRT? I guess it’s time we bring out the gimp, as our shop troll—->, Deadbolt, is itchin’ to get all swole up on your ass. Just remember, you gotta pay the toll troll if you wanna get into that boy’s hole. Seriously, you should stop by for yours today, $20 in person, or $25 shipped with secret decoder rings we’ve been saving from Cracker Jack prizes since ’82. Order from the privacy of your own home via PayPal to email@example.com and we won’t tell anyone you did.
If you haven’t been following our FB & Insta posts (of course, I know if you’re reading this, ya’ll are all loyal subscribers, right?!) we’ve been featuring a lot of work of Mr. Scott Allen. Some recent pieces of his is a black & grey magnolia piece, a crow cover-up, some circulatory anatomy action, clipper ship, and a moon face half-sleeve. Make sure to check out #NOLATraditional on social networks to see a lot more of Scott’s work along with the rest of da shop, brah!
Adrian, a recent customer of Scott, had a interesting story to tell about his grandmother, who died in 1996 and was a devoted Catholic all of her life. He and his siblings were cleaning out her house after her death and found bags of human hair, bags of chicken bones, necklaces made of bones, and photographs of dead relatives in their coffins (exhumed). They had a “oh shit” moment realizing their grandmother was actually into voodoo, which on several levels falls in line with Catholicism. In retrospect of all this, Adrian decided to get a tattoo as a shout out to his grandmother and the life she lived behind closed doors. (As seen to the left) the tomb in the background “Thiroux” is his family tomb, which dates back to the 18th century in St. Louis Cemetery on Esplanade Ave where his family is buried. Adrian felt a connection to Baron Samedi (a Loa of the dead) as he loves to party, has a unique sense of humor, and is bluntly honest with people. The Baron teaches that life is too short to be unhappy and we must celebrate life. So Adrian’s Baron tattoo will help him reconnect with those who have gone before him. Very rad story and thanks for sharing, Adrian!
TJ, our knight in shining armor, has been Mike Tyson knocking out the competition with his gentle battering eyes and abracadabra magic artwork to make any granny panties soaking wet (he’ll lick them after too, dawg). So much in fact since our last blog post I can’t quite summarize them quickly here so be sure you are following TJ’s Kung-Fu insta action. A few I’d like to point out tho, is a wild owl piece, a twisted day of the dead half sleeve, and wicked aquatic piece (which seems to be some of his best work lately). ON a more serious note, TJ also had a customer recently (former soldier) who wanted to honor his friends he lost while in the service–as a fellow veteran myself, stories and pieces like this (as seen above right) really are felt strongly. We salute you and all our fellow veterans served.
And on the Team Acid front, Lord Kenny commands all things furry to rise against the seas of douchery and rub out any fellow that chuckles at the sight of monkey haberdashery. If you think Game of Thrones is painful, step into Kenny kitchen where the beans don’t burn on the grill (unless it’s set above 400°F). It’s hard to understand logic in a backwards mind of the great, but a few samples from his labyrinth lately have been a skull/butterfly/spider, stay hungry, sea cow, a black & grey snake, beast death, cheeseburger in paradise, in pelican we trust, always mosey, and a traditional beauty (as seen to left). Plenty of other stuff from more tattoos, artwork, and graffiti on Ken’s insta–so make sure you’re following to get the flavor of flav (Kenny stopped wearing clocks around his neck since it was hurting his back). Check out #teamacid on the social networks to get your snowball fix (and try half-spearmint, half-watermelon).
Papa Donn continues to crack the creative whip on us all, forcing us to push up daisies, then mow the imaginary lawn, all the while practicing scenes from 50 Shades of Gray . When he’s not applying ointment on TJ’s hemorrhoids, he’s chiseling his name on the Hollywood Walk of Fame (they have some stars on St. Claude). Nonetheless, having more fun than a bag of hamsters with a stapler he’s busting out hits with new projects like a hanya rib piece, Shishi & Botan, dragon half-sleeve, and Shoki the Demon Queller. Continues to make progress on yet another dragon sleeve, Japanese fox backpiece, and a large koi & snake half-sleeve and side piece. Got some work finished like this rad sleeve of flowers and butterflies, peacock feathers, a menpo hand piece, and a amazing koi coverup (as seen above right). Make sure to check out #NOLAJapanese on social networks to a lot more of Donn’s work along with the rest of da shop (we create cool hashtags, if you’re caught using them, you will be shot!)
Dat about does it for this session. But, FEAR NOT! We’ll be coming atcha soon with some details on a new Tattooagogo event, ya heard?!
Before we leave ya, checkout Deadbolt’s mentor, Turbo, doing the ultimate breakdance sweep (Deadbolt performs this every Saturday at da shop, fa-free).
No parking, baby, No parking on the dance floor,