Bob recently e-mailered me two somewhat-shoddy photos of his tattoo of Hannibal from the A-Team. What you see here is the result of my nimble fingers and the restorative power of Photoshop.
We can forgive Bob and his friends for their less-than-dexterous use of of a digital camera, though, in light of the gem of a story Bob sent along with the photos.
I got the tattoo after finding a guy in Brooklyn on craigslist a year ago who had never done a portrait tattoo before and wanted to practice for free. I figured, even if it comes out terrible, at least I’ll have an interesting story behind it. Luckily for me, it came out pretty amazing. As he had never done a portrait tattoo before it was about six straight hours of painful experimentation
Yeah. Look up “the fine line between awesomely ballsy and remarkably dense” in the dictionary, and you’ll find “getting a portrait tattoo from a guy on Craigslist who’s never done one before for the sake of having a conversation starter at parties.”
The inspiration? well, it’s George Peppard, Hannibal! Breakfast at Tiffany’s! Horribly racist Asian impersonations! Isn’t that enough to warrant a tattoo really?
The black and white just looks better for portraits, plus it compliments the tattoo of Drinky Crow & Uncle Gabby on my other arm nicely.
Amen, bruthah. I just hope you and the artist meant for it to be an impressionist take on the subject. Not so much with the realism. Either way, you can definitely see the likeness. I guess that’s all that counts. Oh, and that this newb artist didn’t accidentally make the cigar look like a penis.
oh and before we did the tattoo the artist lit incense and we prayed to the gods to watch over our tattoo as he blessed the four corners of the room with sage. Then following the tattoo we had to thank the gods for looking over us and sit in quiet for a couple minutes. He also wanted to know why i spiritually wanted the tattoo. I couldn’t just say what i said [above]. that it’s fucking George Peppard!I guess that’s what you get with a free craigslist tat.
Yeah, I guess after you start the story with, “I got the tattoo after finding a guy in Brooklyn on craigslist,” nothing should be too terribly surprising. I’m surprised you didn’t get a free dot matrix printer or hooker or something with the deal.
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