You read about Kat and the other artists of L.A. Ink in our Winter issue. Now read Chris Nieratko’s full, unedited, absurd interview with Kat here.
Heidi interviews actress, Kate Siegel, about how she supports LGBT rights.
Katherine Hartley is lightning in a tattooed bottle—so much so that Monster Energy Drink picked her to add some electricity to their concert circuit as an effervescent Monster Music Ambassador.
Skin and eye candy is what Ink Master is all about, and Flores’s looks certainly complement her work. She admits she’ll attempt to use her sex appeal to her advantage, but don’t judge this contestant strictly by her appearance alone: She’s got talent and a portfolio of well-crafted black-and-gray tattoos to back up her swagger.
For centuries people have said that idle hands are the devil’s workshop, meaning that when people are left with nothing to do they turn to vice. When the phrase was coined in medieval England, no one imagined that tattooing could be the virtue in such a situation, but that is the case in the life of Keith Underwood.
Don’t even think about asking Keone Nunes to tattoo a dagger or dolphin on you. “All I do is Hawaiian tattoos, designs inked for various cultural reasons,” says Nunes. These designs (bold, geometric shapes) have names, meanings, prayers and can reflect the genealogy of the individual. Nunes, who has been tattooing since 1990, works nontraditionally—he has no shop (he works out of a Hawaiian healing center) and he doesn’t use machines (he taps, which he assures is faster and less painful). “In the process of getting tattooed in the ’70s, my tattooist and inspiration, Kandi Everett, recognized the fact that I knew a lot about Hawaiian tattoos from a cultural view,” Nunes explains. “She encouraged me to bring that back out to the community.” Since then, he’s been inking people ...
Five years ago, just before Estonian pop singer Kerli turned 16, she asked her conservative mother to let her get a tattoo of a “little Chinese hieroglyph” on the back of her neck for a birthday present and reward for her academic prowess. “She said, “No fucking way’” Kerli remembers. Instead, her mom challenged er to find every book in town about China, read it, and report back. If she thought the teenager knew enough, she could get the tattoo. “She thought I was never going to do it, and of course I did. So that was my 16th birthday present. It cost $10 from this little shitty salon in ...
After decades of lagging behind L.A. and NYC, Chicago is now a hotbed of hip-hop. After Common, Kanye West, and Lupe Fiasco comes Kid Sister, the literal sister of Flosstradamus member Josh Young. More mall rat than hood rat, Kid Sister’s break came with “Pro Nails,” a dance-floor anthem featuring Kanye West that bumps more like Monie Love than any of modern hip-hop’s tried (and worn-out) formulas. It’s clear that Kid Sister is trying something different, mixing electro pop and synths on the bubblegum “Life on TV” and using “Let Me Bang 2009” to confess, “At least I’m tryin’ kinda sorta sorta kinda/Rap more about some girlie shit/Rather than bump and grind.” It’s fresh and original.