Full disclosure: I have no tattoos, but I’m fascinated by them. In an alternate reality, I have full sleeves (to go along with my pink hair and motorcycle). (In this alternate reality, I may also be an angsty loft-dweller in a garage band, but that’s a topic for another day.)
Anyway. Tattoos. Love ’em in theory, but (for me) they’re the type of thing that need to be done impulsively, and my over-thinking-ness doesn’t really allow for such impulsivity. So I admire from a distance.
Or, as with these, up close. Just wow.
These figurines are created by artist Jessica Harrison, whose show is currently on display at Galerie L.J. in Paris. I’m sure they cost the very earth, but I can’t help imagining how great one would look, enlivening the inevitably staid china cabinet.
The title is from a song made popular by Groucho Marx; Dinah Lord sings it in The Philadelphia Story (1940).
Complete (and hilarious!) lyrics to “Lydia, the tattooed lady” here.