Take that however you may, Christmas, Krampus, Thanksgiving, leaf blowers, snow plows, Game of thrones, or the chicken little seasonal panic which effects so many forgetful minds during this somnambulistic time of year (I nod now to my fellow tattooers of which I am equally afflicted), it’s here, or at least its coming as I write. And, with the slow approach of this winter, I have two things on my mind, for starters gracious thanks to everyone who came down and participated in our Picture Machine flash day for Halloween. As a shop, in early September, we took on the task of repainting our favorite Picture Machine designs from the coveted late 70s sheets that circulate discreetly through our ranks like a window into the magic funk of a time filled with mushrooms, vikings, and weed glory, more succinctly put, good livin. A window into a long lost San Francisco devoid of tech money, wine bars and tech money wine bars, the Herb Caen Bahgdad by the bay, the first Dirty Harry, pre tapas google rent and a time perhaps flooded with the aforementioned mushrooms, vikings, weed glory and the historic juggernaut magic mine of the Martynuiks, as a trade we have all so richly drawn from those designs and they deserve much respect and tribute, a million thank yous for the gold. They are now, have always been, and will remain to be some of my favorite designs. It was a pleasure to dedicate a whole day to them at the shop, I would invite more of that in everyones life.
some of what we got done in a month
And Secondly, RIP Lou Reed, who passed away this week. Thanks for the tunes that would appropriately define so many moments, Sweet Jane, and about fifteen other Velvet Underground songs that make up my top ten, I’m not so good with with the math, not to mention anything off of Transformer. I’m happy to have been around on the planet in a time where those songs existed. The first time I heard the Velvet Underground I was 14 listening to the Sunday after midnight show on KZEW Dallas Texas, Herion was the song, I taped it off the radio and then had to move from Dallas to Colorado Springs….for two weeks the only possession I had in life aside from a small bag of clothes was that tape, which was ‘heroin”, husker du covering ’8 miles high” social distortion “mainliner” and a slew of other hits, needless to say, that velvet underground song is burnt into my subconscious from the 1000 plus listens and is as much a part of me as my skin, Thank you Lou Reed, I wish I had heard Satellite of love first, but thems the breaks.
as for work, heres a little of whats been going on
This is on John from Team Print Oakland, an upperclass tradesmen of rare ability, check him out http://team-print-shop.myshopify.com/
Post Script, I will be at Smith Street in Brooklyn Nov. 15th and 16th before my partner Adrian Sanchez and myself head down to the Tattoo Paradise 10 year anniversary party on Nov 17th. See you all there, or somewhere.