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It’s true…I didn’t start this blog with the intention of publishing tattoo reviews, but when I ran across this today, I couldn’t resist. This might be the most hilariously awesome tattoo I have ever seen.
It’s just bursting with the very type of ironic symbolism that has come to be so revered in indie culture. Unicorns, bling, and lightening bolts…infused with an 80’s color palette, and finished with a fine banner of the pirate sort. And are those ironic prison-tattoo tears on the unicorn itself? Even the every day I’m hustlin theme is evidence of the hipster commitment to irony. “But why,” you ask, “is that ironic”? Because, dear. If it isn’t already obvious, this tattoo is (almost certainly) emblazoned on the arm of hipster boy of the pale, danceparty-seeking variety. Or perhaps the bike-riding variety. Maybe even a DJ. Regardless, the only thing he’s hustlin’ is irony. Right down to his dance moves, I’m sure.
In conclusion, I give this tattoo an ironic A+.
P.S.- Big props to Ryan Mason of Scapegoat Tattoo in Portland, Oregon. Subject matter aside, it’s a beautiful piece of work.
Dear Diary,
I love men who love bikes. It’s not much of a secret…and really, it’s not so hard to figure out. Something about energy efficiency and oil-less transportation really gets me off. Not to mention the fact that cyclists have hot bods. It’s a fact. But…I digress.
My point is that prior to today, I thought it impossible to like bikes too much. It seems like a perfectly benign thing with which to be absolutely obsessed.
I was wrong. As it turns out, this dude was caught unceremoniously fucking his bicycle frame. I think that is the precise definition of loving ones bike far too much.
G-ross.
