There are the tattoos you never photograph, the moments you never pause, the likenesses you’ll never use. Maybe done on an underworld client, maybe just a special girl, maybe a rock and roller, at 4am. I did handmade tattoos just to return to the roots. I did special request tattoos because of who they were on, not what they were. Rites of passage you don’t interrupt with a photo; Savage memories from a history not so long ago.
Rose of No Man’s Land flash from my zine, Coconut Wars, 2007.