Tattoo Art Fest 2011
Growing up, we had two rules in my household – no swearing and no tattoos. Well, that’s a lie actually, we had heaps more rules than that (stay away from the liquor cabinet, get your elbows off the table, blah blah) – but those first two seemed to carry a lot of gravity; you knew you were going to let Mum down if you came out with the “F” bomb or refused to wear a bathing suit for fear of exposing a low lying tramp stamp (aaah, the errors of youth, eh?). And as I got older, my fear of needles took over, (I once fainted three times while having a blood test), and so now I find myself one of the rare specimens from my generation that does not have a single tattoo. So, it was with a touch of irony and a small defiant grin on my lips that I headed off to one of Europe’s largest tattoo festivals to check out the best of them!
I was not disappointed – before Dr Black and I even entered the gates, we were greeted with a row of Harley Davidson motorbikes that made Google’s version of chrome look lame; as well as a succession of festival goers, clad in a mixture of black, fishnet, leather, and covered (sometimes literally) from head to toe in tattoos. And it was held in one of the best locations in Paris – underneath a large, old fashioned red velvet lined circus tent! The ambience was awesome, and no matter what direction your gaze was drawn to, beautifully tattooed women and guys with piercings that made me cringe, there was something for everyone. At one point, I had to pick Dr. Black’s tongue off the floor as another tall and creatively dressed “femme fatale” passed by in a blur of colour and needle work.
There were tattoos for every style, taste and body part. We were amazed to see a young lady who was getting her crane tattooed; and another who looked like she was trying not to cry. And, to be quite honest, the idea of having a crowd of people watching you while you are sitting there biting your tongue, forcing back tears and trying not to drop the “f” bomb because of the pain doesn’t really grab me at all! I could not help but admire these young ladies who sat stoically in their chairs in full view of everyone. With great tunes in the background (thanks to the DJ present to warm things up) we wandered around, we made our way to the centre ring and sat back to watch the performances.
From fire spitting and twirling to sword dancing and swallowing; we were both impressed by the quality of the show at hand. One performance left us feeling a little perplexed (a guy in chains that freed himself in less than 30 seconds from a 40 gallon drum of water after more than a 15 minute build up? Hmmmmm) – but on the whole, it was great to see everyone, young and old (from toddlers to old folk) having a great time and enjoying the spectacle. And the grand finale did not leave us cold either (especially Dr.Black) as we were treated to a rather hot and sweaty pole dance by two lovely (and incredibly fit) dancers.
While I went without any expectations, I left with my head full of images, sensations, smells, sounds and amazing sights that I can honestly say that it was one of the more interesting non-musically based festivals I have ever been too. Certainly well worth the visit if you ever have the chance to attend!
Anyways, its hard to describe the magnitude of the event in simple words, so as they say – a picture says a thousand – so check it out for yourself!
Yours – Mrs Peacock & Dr Black