Model = Me
Photographer = [link]

Yes I was a tattoo artist, however my wrist is a little f-d up with Carpal tunnel syndrome [link] from years of prior dog grooming. Those poor dogs and owners who don't know how to take care of them It was more like an act of humanity for me. Carving flesh was more like medication for me.

At the time I only used Millenium Ink, my national machine and my custom skull head gun built by Zuews.

No more skin art for me these days (only 28 but feel 50 sometimes) however I still find a way to incorporate skin art in my work. Too bad I have never posted my own flesh art. Like to make people think I am innocent.
This was taken in Naked City Ink a tattoo shop in Las Vegas. The owner is a cool British Chap Dave with many tatts and many more stories. He was floored when I entered the building because my fashion show took it over. I did a shoot with him, pictures will be posted, he had a fabu time. This shop is part of my history, so to do a shoot there was perfect for me since I have had so much experience with them, the people, the crowd, and the machines. I love my lifestyle sometimes, shouldn't we all? If you don't then changes need to be made in order for you to feel yourself and not a fraud. My smile in this picture is my evil one... which happens to be my most favoritest! Teeth are fun too, along with nails, and cute baby doll shoes. A mix between hard core and glam = sensational.

EXTRA SEXY AND CRAZY STORY:

So if you do a full view you will see bruises. They are from a Revolting Cocks and Ministry show I attended a few days previous to the shoot. The show was one of the best shows I had been to in a long long time. I LOVE those bands and they are def an adult show. I was dancing soooo (myself = techno, grind, sexy) that Al (if you know the bands but fail to know who he is your lame) pulled me on stage to dance with him. I was bored so I decided to get a bunch of girls up with me and get them to make out with eachother, take off their clothes... ect. Al's eyes were shocked that a little baby boo girly could do all that, then ride a 6 foot cock ( guy in costume, crawling on the stage) That was Revolting Cocks; Ministry was pit time = weeee! It was wild, and fuck-pitting to the fullest. The show was stopped in the middle, to have Al point to me and my girlfriend while announcing to the packed house that we are "Rowdy Ass Bitches". I thought the best way to sport the bruises was to do a fashion pictorial shoot of them, my knees were worse than my arms, hense the leggings. FUN FUN give me SOME. Any one out there get bored?



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