Hey there, you've probs been asked this many many times but i'm LOVING your chest ink, great work! I see you're based in East London, was it one of the London studios that did the work..i'm in the market for some new ink and also in London.
Keep on keeping on!
I actually got it done over in Soho at Frith Street Tattoo. Tattooist was the amazing Piotrek Taton who I can highly recommend as a tattooist and superb and deeply modest person in general.
He’s now left Frith Street and is working under Nikole Lowe of London Ink fame in every Shoreditch hipster’s favourite hang-out place, Good Times. Which is kinda nice cause it’s close but kinda not cause waiting lists are super long.
Does anyone know whether “Vanitas vanitatum, omnia vanitas” would be the correct punctuation? And if it translates as “Vanity, vanity, all is vanity” or “Vanity of vanities, all is vanity” (the internet seems to be giving mixed information and this is pretty damn important)?
"Vanitas" is nominative singular feminine 3rd declension and therefore "vanitatum" is its genitive plural form.
So: “Vanity of vanities” and then “everything is vanity”.
However, I don’t necessarily think that the modern-day English “vanity” gets all the aspects of “vanitas” right. It’s a very complex term in Latin.
Anyhoo, I would go completely without any punctuation whatsoever and have it all in uppercase.
After all, you don’t wanna fuck with the Romans. Trust me.
here's the thing,i need your help in ID-ing this:
with a little help of tineye i found kiryo misao,but some folks keep insisting that's takato yamamoto,so since you are one of the rare [contemporary;] art historians i know,i wonder what do you reckon,hm?
Yes, it’s Takato Yamamoto being weirdly Pre-Raphaelite-Rococo-3rd Reichish.
I’m the gallery manager in a small gallery in Shoreditch, London (see also here and here) and I’m currently planning to open my own space which is proving a bit difficult in the current economic and political climate in the UK, but I’ll get there. :)
Now you've got me curious about the "ginger serial killer" you mentioned. Do tell us more!
Let’s just say his name is.. uhmm.. Rowan, he’s of Anglo-Italian descent, short and ginger, he doesn’t say hello or anything else for that matter and I communicate with him by leaving lengthy hand-written notes under his door which he then shoves back under our door with a YES or NO written all over it and he’s been very, VERY quiet for the past fortnight now.
How do you afford all of this cool stuff? Do you have a sugar daddy or something?
That’s a good question as I’ve been asking this myself the other day.
But the equation is simple, really: I work like 10 hours a day, no breaks, no lunchtimes. Also, I get all my food from chav shops, I rent a shitty old flat in the East End and share my walls with a fundamentalist indoor mosque, a mentalist from Australia and a ginger serial killer, I get electricity from an old-fashioned meter that still thinks it’s the post-war period and a pound lasts for a month or so, I don’t drink, smoke or go clubbing and all that time and brain wasting shite and I buy almost no clothes.
Basically, I’m a hard-working nun obsessed with creepy dolls. :)