I don’t spend much time looking at blogs on the internet, and its not necessarily that I wouldn’t like to, its pretty much just because I don’t have time to. Now if you know me at all, you know I have a thing for beautiful women, fashion, clothing, and more importantly style, all of which I can be found on a blog I do check from time to time called The Sartorialist.
I think that there is so many dimensions of art, and I think the way a person picks out their wardrobe can be a cool extension of personal artistic sensibility or lack there of. Now please don’t get me wrong, I don’t consider myself a clothing expert in anyway, or a exceptional dresser, I just have a side of me that sees a form of art in it.
Quick back story. When I was a kid my mom made my clothes or got them from thrift stores, or I got hand-me-downs from my older brother. So now me being older, a working adult, I don’t find it that hard to match my shoes to my shirts from time to time. You see because when I was a kid I didn’t have the choice. So you mother fucking rich kid tattooers that didn’t ever have to worry about looking silly in your older brothers jeans, that were 4 inches too short for you because you were way taller then him, can stop asking ”why does Luke try to dress all spiffy and shit” …that and Dave Gibson use to tell me “if you want to do expensive tattoos, you gotta look like your worth it”
I’ve been wearing them since I was a kid, not because they were cool, not because the cool punk rock kids wore them, not even really because the OG’s in the hood wear them, but it was because it was one of the shoe brands I could afford as a kid. I never got those black Nike Flights with the gold letters on the tongue I wanted (I had a picture ripped out of a magazine of them, in my wallet for a bit, I think they were around 90$, ha, yeah right, not then) Instead what happened was I got a love for Chuck Taylor’s with fat laces and I don’t plan on ever not wearing them. Although I do switch it up from time to time, theses days, Converse will always be my shoe.
I still get mine at 25$ at my indoor swap meet back home. At the same spot I get my favorite street tacos, fresh pina and watermelon juice, and packs of white tees.
The link is to the newer one of the two indoor swap meets I used to go to as a kid. They are a couple blocks away from each other. #showyourmath
Every time Im fortunate to be involved with a big event or moment in life, I ask myself, “What is next” ? Im asking myself this now. #cantstopwontstop
Thanks to my friends at WellFed for this photo
Did this Koi Dragon tattoo today, I love tattooing these, body of a koi, and the transforming head of a dragon. perfect. still have to add background to make it feel complete, but its a good start. to be continued…
A version of the Koi/Dragon Myth
In the wild, koi are cold water fish who gain strength by swimming against currents. It seems they have captured the imagination of fish fanciers for centuries. Many years ago, in a time before recorded history, a huge school containing thousands of koi swam up the Yellow River. The colors of their well muscled bodies flashed in the sunlight making them seem like a million living jewels. All was going well until the koi reached a waterfall. Immediately, a large number of them grew discouraged and turned back, finding it much easier to simply go with the flow of the river. Yet, a determined group of 360 koi stayed on. Straining and leaping, each koi strove to reach the top of the falls. Again and again they flung their bodies into the air only to fall back into the water. All this splashing noise drew the attention of the local demons who laughed at the efforts of the struggling koi. Adding to their misery, the demons sadistically increased the height of the falls. Still the koi refused give up! Undeterred, the koi continued their efforts for one hundred years. At last, with one heroic leap, a single koi reached the top of the falls. The God’s smiled down in approval and transformed the exhausted koi into a shining golden dragon. He joyfully spends his days chasing pearls of wisdom across the skies of the vast and eternal heavens.
The “Sugar skulls” or “Calaveras de azucar” are one of my personal favorite tattoos, I love that they can be done in so many ways, Full of color, designs and life. (The Sugar Skull tattoo was ague-ably first done or at least first made popular by my friend and tattooist Freddy Corbin from Oakland California, Temple Tattoo)
The sugar skull tradition-
Sugar art was brought to the New World by Italian missionaries in the 17th century. The first Church mention of sugar art was from Palermo at Easter time when little sugar lambs and angels were made to adorn the side altars in the Catholic Church. Mexico, abundant in sugar production and lacking money to buy fancy imported European church decorations at the time, learned quickly from the friars how to make sugar art for their religious festivals. Clay molded sugar figures of angels, sheep and sugar skulls go back to the Colonial Period 18th century.
Sugar skulls represented a departed soul, had the name written on the forehead and was placed on the home ofrenda or gravestone to honor the return of a particular spirit. Sugar skull art reflects the folk art style of big happy smiles, colorful icing and sparkly tin and glittery adornments. Common ingredients for making sugar skulls include powdered sugar, egg white, corn syrup, vanilla, and corn starch. Typically, sugar skulls need to dry overnight or for several hours. Sugar skulls are labor intensive and made in very small batches in the homes of sugar skull makers. However, these artisans are disappearing as fabricated and imported candy skulls take their place