or anchor me down.
Photo: source unknown.
WARNING: This post is not intended to be a serious music review, more the opinions of a meandering twenty something who really should know when to stop.
Now I don’t claim to know anything about music, and whether something is of technical brilliance. But I do know what I like (even if I can’t remember what it is called or put it into a genre).
As the bustling crowd gathered a few girls started to debate the hotness of Mr Yuill (something I have never questioned). One girl said he looked like a scientist, another a mathematician. You get the jist. James Yuill has that geek chic edge, he looks like the type of man who knows his stuff. I think most girls agreed that this is mightily attractive. He is also a thoroughly pleasant chap to boot.
So he twiddled his buttons and played his guitar and produced a beautiful mix of pounding electro and hushed acoustic tones. One minute we are raving, next we are waving our arms back and forth as we sway together. As I listen to him playing on my laptop now, it just does not do him justice. The lights were hypnotic and all eyes were on him, all dapper in white shirt and black tie. He took time to engage with his audience and ask them what they wanted to hear. “James we just want you”. What a gent.
So the end drew near. the crowd screamed for more. Encore, encore.
Gent James did not leave, he stood and sold CDs. And what did I happen to glance in his hand? A sharpie. Yes, a shaprie. After harping on about how when drunk I love nothing more than to draw on myself. Well, this was an opportunity not to be missed. James Yuill. Yes, James Yuill could write on me with his sharpie (even if I look like a raving loon in the process). So, I reverted back to my prepubescent self and I asked him to write on my arm. *swoon, faint, scream internally*
He asked my name, I told him Alice. “no, no actually write White Queen.” Oh he says, “did you tweet me earlier?” *Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, act cool* “Yes James I did indeed”. And so there it goes, James is such a gent, he interacts with his fans (even if they come across as raving lunatics) and he gives into their requests, however silly. So let’s hope I am the first of many girls to have their arm written on by Mr Yuill. Oh and his handwriting is beautiful too, is there anything this man can’t do?
So only a few questions remain. James if I follow you, will you follow me? And who will tattoo over this signature before I have to wash it off?
AliceTh’ink (or tweet me at MoreWhiteQueen)
PS, go buy the album. The cover actually provides inspiration for tattoo ideas…custom tattoos by James Yuill…and with handwriting like that I am pretty sure I would let him tattoo me with his own fair hands.
Photos: My very own personal photographer, Miss Looby Hobin.
To ink or not to ink, that is the definitely the question on lots of girl’s lips these days and it is a topic I frequently ponder upon. With tattoos and body art at the forefront of fashion and media it seems that tattoos are more than an ill-thought Chinese symbol or butterfly. They are a continuation of one’s own style and identity, an affirmation of individuality.
Body art and modification were never far from my mind, even as a young girl. By the time I was ten all the girls at school had beautiful little diamond (diamante, Argos) earrings and my poor little lobes remained bare, awaiting some pretty (ugly) adornment. My jealousy could not be denied and my sister and I even invented “the piercing game”, much to the annoyance of the parentals. When sat in the back of the family car, we would take it in turns to pierce each other. This involved picking a part of our body and squeezing between our fingers, strange little girls. Needless to say, many a girly scream would emanate from the Snape car.
This obsession grew and I was often found, pen in hand adorning my body with “tattoos”. Generally my doodles would feature hearts, butterflies and general girly silliness. This habit has even carried through to womanhood. Admittedly, now, it is a habit that comes out to play after copious amounts of vino after stumbling across a sharpie in my handbag (god knows why it is even in there).
The sharpie is no longer satisfying my craving for ink and I am constantly on the lookout for inspiration, realistic inspiration. So begins the search for my new art. This diary will capture each moment of my journey.
Help and ideas are more than welcome.
In mythology, symbolism and tattoo art, birds traditionally have positive associations with freedom and expression. The flight of birds leads them to serve as symbols of the link between heaven and earth and to symbolise spiritual and emotional states.
The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hillfor the caged bird
sings of freedom
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
Photos: source unknown.
Feature boy: Christopher Parnell (author of Ginger Fashion Blog)
Christopher Parnell feeds my tattoo imagination with his beautiful and somewhat erotic tattoo. Although he says he got most of his tattoos randomly, for me they embody his personal tastes and stylish dress sense. An arty type, these tattoos reflect his flair and flamboyant nature.
Klimt is one of his favourite artists along with Tamara de Lempicka, Tracy Emin and Mucha. He loves the original drawing of ‘The Blood of Fish’, because of its sinister and passionate nature.
It’s a possibility that he will have more tattoos one day, preferably by his favourite artists or work that he loves. He also has an uncoloured English rose, a Courtney Love lyric, and 3 stars he got when he was 16.
Hopefully Chris will feature in this blog again soon with the rest of his tattoos and future works of art. But unfortunately at the minute his camera is buggered.
Chris’s tattoo, a beautiful replica of Klimt’s erotic masterpiece.
(that’s the inside of his arm by the way…!)
Actress Emma Stone got Paul McCartney to design matching tattoos for her and her Mother. The tattoos commemorate the recovery of her Mother from breast cancer, after being diagnosed two years ago. The tattoo is of two little bird feet, as their favourite song is Blackbird.
This is another beautiful way to think about tattoos as a permanent memory of a time in your life. Translating song words into pictorial representations also provides inspiration to those of us who have not yet been inked and can’t decide what we want…anyone fancy a yellow submarine?
I hope we get to see pictures very soon.
Love art and tattoos?
Too scared to take the permanent and painful plunge?
Unsure how designs can change when on the skin, a breathing, living, moving organism.
Where do you wear art forever? and not end up hating it and having to go through another painful process of removal ala Peter Andre.
Think about what art you like. Make your own art. Put it on your skin and see how it looks. Or use someone else’s. I rarely go off the art that hangs on my wall in the same fickle way that I toss a handbag, jacket, skirt, fishnet tights into my great crate of former loves that reside in the deepest, darkest caverns of my wardrobe ready for the charity shop/bin man/anyone who’ll take it.
Art hangs on my wall, sometimes unobserved, but always loved. Tattoos are the same. Invest in tattoos as you would in art, only get it if you love it. Until one day it becomes part of you, unnoticed until you meet someone new and they comment. Obviously art cannot be loved by everyone, but as long as you love it who cares? So experiment with what you already like.
All photos are taken from the beautiful book Tattoo Icons • Victionary 3 (Limited edition). This book inspires you to think about tattoos and art beyond their tradional boundaries. Think of tattoos as more than just anchors, flowers, butterflies and tribal bands and have fun and experiment with transfers.
This. To that.