Thursday, 16 July 2015

Saturday, 11 July 2015

THE HIP-HOP ARTIST HAS AN UNLIKELY MUSE: JERRY SEINFELD. NOT THAT THERE IS ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT.


When you think of rappers referencing moving pictures the usual suspects are titles like Scarface (Future), Hoodlum (Gang Starr) or The Wire (Eminem). But Seinfeld? Yes, emanating from speakers around the block will be The Album About Nothing, Wale’s fourth solo studio output inspired by the ‘90s sitcom set in New York City’s Upper West Side. It’s not the “summer of George” it is the winter of Wale. Seinfeld’s cultural impact doesn’t just currently touch upon Wale’s music, it has informed the fashion movement called “normcore.” The New York Times fashion pages describe the style as, “Dressing like a tourist—non-ironic sweatshirts, white sneakers and Jerry Seinfeld-like dad jeans—is the ultimate fashion statement.” We styled Wale with subtle elements of normcore but there were no Manssieres, Urban Sombreros or Puffy Shirts. Here’s how to embrace the seminal sitcom without looking like a hipster doofus. THE MAESTRO “I just can’t wait for The Album About Nothing to drop. I am excited for it to get out so that I can go out and perform it.” MASTER OF MY DOMAIN “I’m singing most of my own hooks. I feel like I am growing as an artist and I’m not trying to be needy with putting other people on.” THAT’S GOLD, WALE! GOLD! “With this album I’m appeasing my fans trying to make sure they are fucking with what I am doing. I’m going back to things from topics to rap styles that I used to do earlier in my music career that I built my fan base from.” SHRINKAGE “I was inspired by how Jerry would take a small idea and then blow it up. In the way he does dialogue I do lyrics. Jerry is even impressed by how I take one sentence and blow it up into something completely different.” SEINFELD, YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARD! “What I respect the most out of Jerry is that he is a very consistent dude.” LITTLE JERRY SEINFELD “He is in the entertainment business and I listen to him in the same way that I listen to the old hustlers from around-the-way. He is very wise and a very successful man that everybody should listen to.” THE WAIT OUT “I’ve only been getting tattooed for four years now. I always wanted them I always saw people with tattoos around-the-way, but I didn’t just want to get them. I wanted to have money to get the top-level guys. And when I did get the money I went to Nikko [Hurtado] and went to Randy from Tattoos by Randy. I just go to guys who really live and die for this tattoo stuff.” PLUNGE WORTHY “I got the Dead Presidents from the movie. That is about a whole, taking what you have to do to live tip. I have The Penalty of Leadership. I have the Scarface line, ‘I often wish I could save every one but I’m a dreamer.’ That was big, he was the first person to get on where I’m from. A lot of people look to me like I’m the savior to fix everything and I have spent so much of my life to do that.” NOT A VAN BUREN BOY “I’m so dark that you don’t even know I am tattooed until you see me up close. But I’ve got tattoos of Martin Luther King, Muhammed Ali, Malcom X, Tupac and Biggie—people that give me an indescribable feeling when I think about them.” JUST REMEMBER, WHEN YOU CONTROL WIKIPEDIA, YOU CONTROL…INFORMATION “Some troll keeps putting that I have Chris Cooley [former Redskins player] tattooed on me. You delete it and they bring it back—it’s so stupid.” INKSAPPEAL “I love tattoos on girls, mostly on the neck and the upper-breast.” MAN HANDS “I don’t know how far I am going with this tattoo thing. I might do my hands if I have some children or something like that.” GIDDY-UP “For right now I have Nikko working on my next piece and I am excited to have The Album About Nothing to come out so that my fans can be fucking with what I’m doing.”

LORD’S EYE | WHO SAYS A TATTOO IS FOREVER?


This was the only tattoo Josh Lord had ever wanted to remove. He had already been through two sessions, but the offending party was still noticeably dark on his wrist. He would need at least two, likely three more sessions. Ariel Lasevoli, the esthetician who would be doing the laser removal on them today, looked like she was 19, although she must have been a few years older, given her resume. In addition to being an esthetician, Ariel was also an acrobat, and certified personal trainer at Crunch Gym on East 34th street in Manhattan. “Where are you from?” Buffalo asked her. “New York. Chelsea.” She said, not looking up from Josh’s wrist, which she was shaving so as to avoid the funky burnt hair smell that comes with laser removal if you don’t shave first. “Did you have to get certified to do this?” Buffalo asked as innocently as he could. She was annoyed by the question. “Yeah, I’m an esthetician. And then I tacked on a laser certification on top of that.” Who was this guy getting her to work for free under the guise of writing some piece for Inked? It smelled fishy. She turned her attention back to Josh. “Do you want to do the whole thing today?” “Yeah. Do you think it’s a bad idea?” Josh seemed perhaps a twinge uneasy for the first time since Buffalo had met him a year and a half earlier, when they had first started this piece on his shoulder. “No,” she said it with a calming authority. “And I’ll avoid the white as much as possible.” Why does white always hurt more than any other color, both when going in, and apparently coming out? Buffalo wondered. Was there some racial metaphor to be drawn from this? “So, what does it feel like?” Buffalo asked Lord, trying not to sound like a complete pussy. “It’s a little different for me than everyone describes. I actually thought it hurt a little bit less than getting a tattoo. Almost everyone else thinks it hurts a little more.” “But it’s in the same ball park of pain?” Buffalo was trying to get scientific about it. He had always found that when you try to define the pain you are feeling in the moment, you diminish it. “Yeah, it’s similar. You’ve done it before. Haven’t you?” Both Buffalo and Ariel answered “No” at the same time. She could tell from one look at him that Buffalo had never had any ink removed. She could also tell that he was uneasy, maybe even nervous. “Oh, right, it’s your first sitting,” Josh said, as if there would need to be more than one. “How many sessions do you think we’ll need to do before you can work your magic and finish this piece?” It had been a year and a half at this point and Buffalo, like everyone else involved, had become worried that it would never be done. Rocky, Buffalo’s editor, had forgotten about the assignment so long ago at this point, that he wasn’t even pissed off anymore that he had wasted his time and connected Buffalo and Josh with nothing to show for it. “I mean, only a couple,” Ariel said, eyeing the tiny tat he no longer wanted on his body. “I’m gonna say two,” was Josh’s feeling. “How long do I have to wait in between sessions?” Buffalo sensed he was not going to like the answer. “I usually recommend five weeks,” Ariel said with a nonchalance that suggested she had no idea how long this process had already been going on. Buffalo gave her a grim nod. She finished shaving Josh’s wrist and handed him the safety glasses. “So, I need to step out, right?” Buffalo remembered something about the laser causing blindness if one accidentally looked at it without wearing the proper goggles, and she only had two pairs. “Yeah, you can’t see anything or…” Josh had started, but Ariel finished his sentence. “Or you won’t see anything.” Buffalo turned around and went to the other side of the room. The tattoo machine had sounded like a combination of hair clippers and a Harley. But the sound of removal was completely different, more like a snare drum beating out the warm up to a war march. Tap tap tap tap, tap tap tap tap, tap tap tap tap, tap tap tap tap. Buffalo waited as Josh tried to make polite chit chat, but he could hear the sweat in his voice. This obviously hurt Josh a lot more than he had remembered. Which translated in Buffalo’s mind to proof that removing the ink was a fuck load more painful than putting it in. This was confirmed when it was his turn to sit in her chair about fifteen minutes later, when Josh had had all he cared to endure for one session. In his attempt to diminish the pain by defining it, the closest Buffalo came was the thought that it felt like someone was going into his arm with jagged microscopic pliers and ripping out each drop of ink that had been placed there 15 years before. It hurt all right. No two ways about it. But it was perhaps the most fascinating pain Buffalo had ever experienced. As she lasered off each spec of what was once the small tattoo he had designed and gotten with a friend of his named Jaime, a beautiful red head he had known since high-school, Buffalo’s head was suddenly flooded with memories from the moment he had had the ink put in his arm. He assumed the phenomenon was due to the unique experience of feeling pain in exactly the same micro-spots he had felt a similar (although significantly less intense) pain 15 years prior. At the center of pain, is radiance. His father’s line from his novel Ancient Evenings echoed through Buffalo’s head. As her laser ripped out his ink, Buffalo could remember the smell of the artist’s breath (if you could call the guy who had done the simple round design they had brought him an artist). Buffalo recalled how he and Jaime had designed the little tattoo together that day, then walked all over the East Village in search of the tattooer she had in mind. It was a rainy day in New York, cold and mean. Buffalo and Jaime had been friends since they were 16. While in college, he once visited Jaime at her school and the two finally consummated what had always been boiling under the surface of their friendship. As he moved inside the smooth wet warmth she had for him, holding her tight and close and staring into her blue oceans of eyes, they both looked down and smiled at the vision of the tattoos each had on their pelvis (the laughing and crying masks of theater for Jaime on her right, the broken bleeding heart for Buffalo on his left) rubbing up against each other as if the pieces were making their own form of sweet love. That Summer they decided to design a piece together that they would both carry with them for the rest of their lives. But they never found the artist Jaime wanted, and ultimately went with some random dude with with a shaved head who happened to be available at that moment, in a shop neither one of them had heard of. Buffalo went first, of course, chivalrous to a fault as always, and wound up with what was at least a symmetrical tattoo, even if it was not the greatest piece ever known to mankind. (From a distance, it looked like a grey birthmark.) Jaime went next and it quickly became apparent that the dude with the shaved head had unfortunately just gotten lucky with Buffalo’s tattoo. This guy was no artist. Jaime ended up walking out of that shop with the most sloppy tattoo either one of them had ever seen on anyone. Instead of round, it was egg shaped. And the scarring was needless and plentiful. Buffalo had always felt guilty about how that had turned out, even though he knew there was nothing he could have done to alter the outcome, save calling the whole thing off until they found an artist at least one of them knew could do decent work, which neither one was prepared to do. Now they were both stuck with it. Or were they? Several years after they had gotten those tattoos, a miscommunication on the phone lead to a fall out. Like a very bad friend, Buffalo had confused the day of Jaime’s wedding and missed it entirely. For that, she could never forgive him. This was shortly after his father had died and his mother was not doing well, having to have surgery three weeks after his old man had passed. Buffalo was just kind of fucked up at the time, over-worked, and too fried to prevent such a mistake from happening. He had tried to explain this to Jaime, but she was, understandably, not having it. She hung up on him in a cold rage and they had not spoken since. Now he was getting the last remnant of their time together removed from his body. He could not help but wonder if she had ever done the same. Who says all tattoos are forever?

INK GIRLS: WELCOME TO THE COOL WORLD OF RIK LEE


Skateboards, pin-ups, wolves, punk rock, American Traditional, gypsies, flipping the bird….odds are, if you’re reading this, at least half of those phrases made your ears prick up like a dog who hears the word “treat.” Whether you believe tattoos have inspired society or the inverse, one thing can’t be denied: the past few years have bore witness to tattoo culture bursting through the pop culture wall like the Kool-Aid Man with “LIVE FAST” inked on his knuckles. If doe-eyed damsels, sailor tattoos and grinning beasts were the crew of a ship, Rik Lee would be at the helm. “I enjoy the symbolism of certain objects,” he begins, “and the narratives you can achieve through juxtaposing these objects. Over the years I’ve tried to combine these classical influences with my modern interests like skateboarding, tattoo art, punk rock, teen angst and graphic design. I like to focus on the contrasts between my mediums, past and present subcultures, and social trends with a regard for design. Each illustration tends to be a clash of elements and influences that I attempt to present in one cohesive and visually attractive composition.” He’s made his living illustrating tattooed ladies and iconic ink imagery for over a decade, incorporating his love for the subculture that spawned him with the imagery that inspires him. Lee’s work has a cinematic edge to it with each piece feeling like a single frame from a modern day film noir. Lee’s flawless depiction of the female form sets him apart from typical pin-up artists in two very noticeable ways: their beautifully expressive eyes, and the ink that adorns their skin. “As my work developed,” Lee says, “I began to take a real interest in illustrating people. Attempting to capture someone, their character and idiosyncrasies, in quick sketchbook portrait studies. Many of my friends had tattoos so I’d incorporate them into my work. If they didn’t have tattoos, I’d design my own and add them to the piece. I loved it and found it almost impossible to resist drawing tattoos on any exposed skin of these portrait drawings. It’s just something that I’ve continued to develop with my work, trying to improve my illustrations of people while designing and adding tattoos along the way.” Lee is unhindered by a particular style, inking his beauties in Chicano lettering, Japanese iconography, even stick and poke style designs, whatever he feels would serve to compliment both the form of the woman and the story behind her. “I try to match the tattoo style with the subject I’m illustrating and the look I want them to have,” Lee explains. “For example, a while ago I drew a Japanese friend. She doesn’t actually have any tattoos, but she’s a massive Studio Ghibli fan, so I designed a heart-shaped chest piece featuring Totoro for her portrait. More recently I drew a lady with a 1980s inspired punk— No Wave look. I gave her crude, hand-made tattoos because I thought that would be more true to her style than, say, a perfect Japanese style sleeve.” The end result could best be compared to an iconic photo of Audrey Hepburn crossed with that smoking hot chick that bummed a smoke off of you outside a bar last weekend. The mystique that surrounds Lee’s pin-ups shares the same air of intrigue that tattoos, especially Traditional American tattoos, exemplify. We’ve all caught a glimpse of a dagger or a snake peeking out of a cuff or a collar with a name or a quote written around it and immediately began to connect the dots in our mind to fabricate a storyline. The same can be said of Lee’s work. We wonder, what is he trying to express? The mark of a true artist is the ability to simply evoke a complex mental image, “I hope [people] like it!” Lee remarks. “I hope it sparks some interest, some emotion, some inspiration or motivation.”

WILDE ABOUT JESSICA


The only thing tame about mid-century pin-ups was Bettie Page taming a bad girl by putting one over her knee and spanking her. These photos we now think of as classy and glamorous were downright scandalous in their day. The modern day equivalent could be the cam girl. Both Bettie and our girl, Jessica Wilde, have titillated from afar through images and pushed sexuality past society’s collective safe word. It was through the webcam that we fell for the enchantress who also goes by “Tatt Goddess.” The resolution on her videos and selfies didn’t properly reflect the entirety of her beauty so we asked her to pose for our camera as one of the comely pin-ups of yore. “Pin-up is the ultimate image of femininity,” Jessica says. “I love the style and the feel of this genre.” At first she seemed shy for the camera, remarking that this was one of her first professional shoots, and the biggest by far. Even for a girl who bares every inch of herself to men from around the world, she is still just a girl. In order to conjure up her inner-Tatt Goodess while she filled our frame someone suggested she pretend our lens is her laptop camera. “On cam I normally just tell fart jokes,” she answered. She’s funny, beautiful and intelligent. Other than her cam shows she also has a YouTube channel where she waxes on about her life. In her “What I Look For In A Man” installment she says, “There is a stereotype that heavily tattooed women go after big douchebags, I fall for the nerdy guy.” Also, “I want a guy to tell me that I have a fat ass and mean it.” Jessica got her first tattoo at age 13, a butterfly tramp stamp, which seems right for her age and time. Then she cooled off for a while. “I really don’t know where the name Tatt Goddess came from because when I picked that almost five years ago I only had a few tattoos. Maybe I kept getting inked to suit the name?”
Her Japanese sleeve was supposed to be a half-sleeve cover up but she extended it after getting her Alice in Wonderland sleeve to stay even. She designed Alice after seeing Scott Campbell’s work and that character on her thigh is Mara Jade from the Star Wars comics (if you are her type you knew that though). All her stuff is color. “I love how colorful tattoos can still make a woman look feminine,” she says. She has had a few artists work on her but is only trusting to Troy Semkiw of Little Bird Tattoo in Vernon, British Columbia. “People either love or hate them on the cam!” she says. “I get more love for them than bad comments. I feel more beautiful with tattoos—that’s all that matters.” Her most recent piece goes across her hips. “I had a big surgical scar from hip to hip, I debated getting it inked for about two years before I took the plunge and I’m sad I didn’t do it sooner. It’s given me more confidence.” Jessica hopes to give that experience to other women through a fashion line she is launching this year called Naked and Rich. She is collaborating with Russell Von Villafuerte, an Asian designer who was runner-up on Project Runway Philippines. “I think of my girl, my customer, as Sophia—she’s a gorgeous, motivated woman from NYC. She’s all about shopping, power and independence,” Jessica says. “I know I can’t cam forever. I want to show confidence in and out of clothing.”

GUS KENWORTHY


Like most athletes, freestyle skier Gus Kenworthy spent years dreaming about going to the Olympics and bringing back some bronze, silver or gold. When the dust cleared and the Sochi Olympics were finished, Kenworthy found himself returning to the States with something far more precious than the silver medal around his neck—a family of stray dogs he rescued off the streets. “My friend Robin (MacDonald) sent me a photo of this particular family of stray dogs,” Kenworthy says. “It was a mom and these four puppies and they were literally the cutest things in the entire world. I left the Athlete’s Village, found a bus, and went all the way to check them out. I thought, alright, we need to find a way to bring these dogs home with us.” Kenworthy is the type of guy that stops to pet every single dog he passes on the street, even when he has the biggest competition of his life looming only a few days away. In between practice runs Kenworthy would check in on the dogs. After all of the stressful qualifiers in the weeks leading up to the Olympics, the Sochi Pups, as they are known on their very own Instagram, provided a welcome distraction for Kenworthy. The final Olympic team isn’t even announced until right before the games. Skiers then flew over to Russia and had to wait for two weeks before the events took place. “It’s a huge build up for one day, it’s really stressful,” Kenworthy says. “I was eating away at myself, getting stressed out and second guessing the run I was going to do. If I wasn’t doing the stuff with the dogs I would just be sitting around in the rooms, which sucked.” All of those hours inside of his own head may have not been what Kenworthy would have wanted, but it clearly worked in his favor as he was able to grab the silver as the US freestyle ski team made history by sweeping the podium in the men’s slopestyle. Slopestyle hasn’t been an Olympic sport for long but from his earliest days on skis Kenworthy felt the calling. “I got into it because my older brother skied, I skied, and we used to watch ski movies and snowboard movies. I always though the cool thing was doing tricks,” Kenworthy says. “I was always trying to do tricks on whatever I could. I thought that it was the most fun thing you could do while on skis. It was awesome.” It takes a great deal of testicular fortitude to go down a mountain backwards while hitting jumps and sliding on rails. Even the biggest daredevils must have a little bit of trepidation when they plan out their runs and think of the consequences of a trick gone awry. “You know that you are going to get hurt,” Kenworthy says. “I’ve come to terms with that aspect. I’m not that scared of it hurting, but I’m more fearful of all of the time you have to take off when you get hurt.” And get hurt he has. From breaking both of his legs when he came up short on a jump to breaking his collarbone badly enough that he needed a metal plate put in, Kenworthy has taken more than few spills on the slopes. Even with the frustrating amounts of time he had to miss due to the major injuries he has sustained, it was a simple cut he barely noticed that proved to be the most galling—it went right through the middle of his brand new tattoo. The scar is barely noticeable a few months later; if anything, it adds a little grit to the skull and roses design covering his upper arm. In the months since coming back from the Olympics Kenworthy has been working on his right arm sleeve after a long gap between tattoos. When Kenworthy was only 14 he received his first tattoo—the name Hoot on his left arm to pay tribute to his best friend who had passed away. His next tattoo, an owl on his ribcage, was also honoring his lost friend. “For the longest time I kept thinking that all of my tattoos needed to mean something deep,” Kenworthy explains. “My first one meant so much and the second one was an extension of that one. Then I got past that. “[The tattoos] still mean something to me but I don’t think they need to be tribute tattoos or anything like that,” Kenworthy continues. “That’s awesome if there’s a reason like that, but I also feel like it’s artwork that I’m stoked to wear.” Kenworthy has been visiting Dave Allen of Preying Mantis tattoo in Denver to work on his sleeve quite a lot over the last couple of months. In addition to the skull and roses Allen has added an anatomically correct heart, a moth and a woman wearing a wolf’s head to Kenworthy’s body. The two have also become fast friends thanks to the many tattoo sessions completing Kenworthy’s sleeve. Much like the Sochi Pups, this friendship between artist and client started in Russia. “When I wanted to start my sleeve I got the Olympic rings on the inside of my bicep,” Kenworthy says. “It’s kind of cliché but I figured you got to do it. Maybe I should have gotten the medal tattooed on my chest like Iron Man.” Within hours of winning that medal, US Olympic officials were trying to hustle Kenworthy back to the States to begin his media tour. The task of actually getting the dogs onto a plane bound for the States fell to Kenworthy’s friend who had brought the dogs to his attention, Robin MacDonald (also the photographer of this story). As Kenworthy made his stops on the media tour, the story of the puppies became a sensation. The publicity would end up being both positive and negative. Since the story was so heartwarming, groups like the Humane Society got in touch with MacDonald in Sochi to help clear the path for the dogs. Dealing with the bureaucracy of any government can be an enormous undertaking, so Kenworthy and MacDonald needed all of the help they could get. The publicity the pups received added to the avalanche of bad PR the Russians had been combating since months before the Sochi games even began. Needless to say, this made the task of getting the dogs out of the country a bit more difficult. “The trick was to get them permission to fly,” Kenworthy says. “The Russians really didn’t want to release them to us. The US never said anything, so they never went to quarantine. They flew over and came right home.” Kenworthy and MacDonald have each taken in a pup while the mother dog has found a home with the skier’s mom. Now that all of the dogs have found proper homes and Kenworthy has spent a summer getting tattooed, it’s time for him to get back on those skis. The 2018 Winter Olympics are only three-and-a-half years away; Kenworthy has a lot of work to do if he wants to earn the time off to fill in his other sleeve.

RICK WALTERS TALKING ABOUT TATTOOS


When Rick Walters starts talking about tattoos you better shut up and listen to him. Walters has garnered so much experience over the last 60 years that he is more than just an artist—he is a living almanac of tattoo history. When he was barely even old enough to tie his own shoes, the inquisitive Walters figured out how to hand-poke tattoos and he hasn’t stopped tattooing since. By the late ‘70s Walters would find himself on the Pike—Southern California’s version of Coney Island and a mecca for the tattoo world—tattooing out of Bert Grimm’s studio. It was there that Walters cemented his reputation as an artist and earned his seat in the Grimm family of tattooists. We had a chance to speak with Walters early one morning—he needed to start doing walk-ins once his shop opened—about his start in tattooing, the importance of apprenticeships, and why Rick Walters “Hates You.” INKED: It’s pretty early. Not a lot of tattoo artists want to do an interview at 9 AM. RICK: Yeah. I get up really early, for a tattoo artist. I get up early every day. I used to work a real job when I had to get up at six in the morning.
How did you get into tattooing? When I was a little kid I started hand-poking tattoos on all of the neighborhood kids. Just stupid shit like little hearts, writing, crosses and stuff you could do when you are little. I was like, 10. I was the kid that all of the moms told their kids to stay the fuck away from. That was in 1955. How much trouble did you get into? Oh, I got into a bunch of trouble doing that. When I was 14 my dad took me down to Long Beach to have a hand-poked tattoo that I did covered up. It was Zeke Owens, actually; he did a black panther on my leg to cover up some writing. That was my first professional tattoo. Back in those days they didn’t really hassle you too much about age. I think it was 1959. Clearly tattooing was in your DNA. When did you first start doing it professionally? In 1965 me and this kid Frankie opened up this little shop and we didn’t know what the hell we were doing. Back in those days you didn’t need a license or anything, you just had to pay rent. We had tattoo machines and we were trying to tattoo. We would go down to the Pike and watch those guys and try to figure out what the hell they were doing. When you’re self-taught that’s what you got to do. Eventually I became friends with a few of the guys and they helped me out. I hung out with Phil Sims, Don Nolan and the old guys from Bert Grimm’s. It was all downhill from there. I almost always had a regular job and tattooed. Back in the old days it was sort of like when you play music; don’t quit your day job. What kind of other jobs were you working? I would work in a machine shop or a welding shop in the day and then I would tattoo at night. In the ‘70s I was working structural steel during the day, you know, climbing high steel and doing welding. Then at night I would tattoo and in my spare time I owned a welding shop. When did you get to give up the side jobs and tattoo full time? I moved out to the Pike and started working at Bert Grimm’s in 1978. I worked at the Pike from ‘78 until 2003 when the shop closed. So you were there for quite a while. Only 25 years. I was probably the oldest employee there. I was there longer than Bob or Burt. In 25 years you must have seen the area change remarkably. When I first went there the Pike was mostly just people getting tattooed. The Pike was dying off; there were still a couple of rides and a couple of bars but the main thing left was a bunch of tattoo shops. The Navy had left town. So consequently we were just tattooing civilians, bikers, waitresses. In the early ‘80s they reopened the Navy base and all of a sudden the tattoo game was on again. We were tattooing nonstop all day long. Did you mind tattooing an endless line of people with no real downtime? Yeah, man, that’s fun, I love doing that. I’ve been tattooing for so many years now that if I didn’t like it I would have quit 20 years ago. I don’t have to tattoo, I do it because I like doing it. I’m over 60 years old and I own a tattoo shop, I have three guys working for me, I don’t have to go in and tattoo if I don’t want to. I can just kick back and let them make the money. But I’m at the shop every day at 10:30. You just can’t stay away. Nah, I like doing it. When I ain’t tattooing, I paint. I’ve probably done about 20 paintings in the last month or so. Many people say that tattooing walks the fine line between being an art and a trade. As someone who is both a tradesman and an artist outside of tattooing, where do you feel tattooing lies on the spectrum? It’s a little bit of both. If you don’t know the trade part of it the art doesn’t really do you much good. You have to get the ink under the skin or it really isn’t relevant who drew the picture. The main objective is getting the ink under the skin and getting it to stay. The drawing part, it’s good and it’s very helpful if you can draw, but it’s not really that important. The important shit is getting the ink under the skin. A lot of kids these days, you find that they can draw really good but they don’t know how to tattoo. You can’t really compensate for that. If they are a really good artist they tend to have a tendency to think that they know what the fuck they are doing. But they don’t. Tattooing is a whole different game. So you believe that since some tattooists refuse to learn the trade side of things they will end up creating tattoos that don’t last. What people don’t understand when they haven’t studied the history of tattooing is what makes a good tattoo. The thing is that the black ink is carbon-based while the color ink is pigment-based. The carbon-based ink becomes hard and creates a dam that keeps the pigment from spreading. Consequently, if you don’t have black, the pigment will just keep going and it’ll look like somebody just poured a bunch of crayons onto the floor. These guys who think they can tattoo like they are oil painting will find out that it ain’t going to work. Sooner or later that shit is going to look horrible. All of these new kids that are doing this neo-traditional with the 14-needle round lines—that stuff is going to be nasty in 10 years. Lines double about every five years. So if you start out with an 1/8-inch line and you wait a couple of years that’s going to be as wide as a piece of electrical tape. Whereas if you start out with a thin line and it doubles the line will still be thin. People don’t realize it, but all of the West Coast stuff and Sailor Jerry stuff ain’t got no big thick lines. Bob Shaw, Bert Grimm, Phil Sims, Col. Todd, look at all of their flash. It’s all nice thin lines. I have tattoos that were done on me that were done in the late ‘50s, early ‘60s, that look fine. The lines started out thin and now they look like a five-needle outline, and they are 50 years old. These young kids don’t even know because no one ever taught them properly, they never served an apprenticeship. They just pick up a tattoo machine and think they can do whatever. Do you think the industry has moved to a point where there is no going back to that way of learning? I doubt it, because of the internet and everything being so accessible. There are a few people that are serving apprenticeships, don’t get me wrong. All of the new kids are using rotary machines because you don’t have to know anything, it’s just a motor. If it stops running you put a new motor in it. With a spring-loaded machine you need to actually know how to work on them in order to get them to work right. They actually work better but you have to know how to use them. So if you don’t serve an apprenticeship you don’t know how to work on the spring-loaded machines. If you don’t know your equipment you can’t do what it’s supposed to do. While there are certain fundamentals that need to be followed to create quality tattoos, do you ever think that these rules limit the creativity and artistic aspect of things? It’s sort of weird, tattooing just sort of goes in circles. There will be thin lines, big lines, no lines. It changes when they see it years later. Guy Aitchison is using lines now. It’s funny. Shawn Barber, a real famous oil painter, served a six-year apprenticeship in a traditional tattoo shop in San Francisco. He is probably one of the most renowned portrait painters right now but he tattoos with black, know what I mean? He don’t do that [artsy] shit. He does really nice, realistic-looking stuff, but he uses outlines. Because he learned that’s the proper way to do it and that’s how tattoos last. Do you think that the mainstream acceptance of tattoos and the celebrity status some artists achieve has been detrimental to the industry as a whole? It’s become too art faggy. People come into the shop and ask me how far in advance I am booked. I tell them that I’m not a fucking hairdresser, I don’t make appointments. I make tattoos. Bring some money, tell me what you want and we’ll make it happen. I just don’t get that attitude. Fill the shop with money. Some artists say they won’t do names. What are you, a fucking idiot? Names cost 150 bucks and they take five minutes. Come on, let’s do the math here. In some ways it might be a good thing that people turn down certain tattoos though, right? It’ll be because they can’t do a good job at the tattoo. They don’t comprehend what tattooing is all about. If you’re an oil painter or a watercolor guy you can do a painting and hang it up in an art gallery. A thousand people will walk past that motherfucker before some guy likes it enough to buy it. With tattooing you have one shot at getting what that fucker wants on him the way he wants it. Not the way you want it, we don’t have artistic license, it’s not my body. I have to put what he wants on him and I’ve got one shot at doing it. [Artists] think that they can tell people what they have to get, that’s not how it works. The client has to tell me what they want. I do tattoos all day long that I would never want on me. You have to realize that you have to put what they want on them. We know that you will do whatever kind of tattoo your customer wants to get, but given your druthers what kinds of work would you do? I really like doing big Japanese pieces. I also love doing big American Traditional pieces—eagles, peacocks, whatever. It’s weird because I’ve been doing it for so long that I’m pretty versatile in most aspects of tattooing. I like doing a good black-and-grey piece every once in a while too. When you have been doing it for as many years as I have, it isn’t as much about doing what I like doing the best as it is not doing the stuff I don’t like to do. I really don’t like doing portraits. I’ve done them and I can make them happen but they are a pain in the ass and time-consuming. They’re really tedious, so I just let the younger guys do them. I got to do a traditional Polynesian design the other day. It’s not hard to do, you just need to research this shit and draw it up the way it should be. One fascinating thing about tattooing is that while it is ever-evolving the root element—decorating the skin with ink—has remained the same. I have a tattoo on my ankle that was tapped in with wild boar’s teeth. It’s a traditional Samoan method. My whole chest was done tebori, the traditional Japanese style. I did it simply because I wanted to experience the traditional style. Maybe I’m different than some people. The one on my ankle is the only tribal tattoo I have and I have it because I wanted to see what it felt like to do it the old way. I had one of the members of the famous Sulu’ape family hand tap it with boar’s teeth and homemade ink. How did the totally badass “Rick Walters Hates You” shirts and stickers come to be? Well, back in 1974 I was on a motorcycle run up in San Francisco. I had been on the road for seven or eight days and I went into a photo booth. You know, back when it was actually a quarter. I took a series of four pictures or whatever. When I got back from the run I gave one to my sister, one to my ex-old lady, and who knows what happened to the other ones. About five years ago my sister posted the picture on Facebook and I looked at it and thought, that’s funnier than shit. I was at a tattoo convention in Vegas talking to Matt Murphy and he said, “That’s a fucking hate you picture if I’ve ever seen one. You look meaner than shit in that picture.” Two or three weeks later I get a package in the mail and it’s a stack of stickers that say, “Rick Walters Hates You.” I laughed and thought it was pretty funny. I started passing them out to a couple of people and the whole thing took off. It took on a life of it’s own. There are stickers, posters, T-shirts. It’s funny as shit. And eventually there were the stickers with the older version of you. I’ve got a deal with the guys from Black Market, the clothing company, where we did an art show and they made some shirts of my artwork. They took a new picture of me that looks pretty much the same way and it says, “Rick Walters Still Hates You.” You’ve also done some tattoos of the image as well. What was it like to be tattooing a picture of yourself on strangers? I’ve done a bunch of those tattoos. It’s pretty simple, it’s just a caricature. It’s a little bit strange. I’ve done so many of them I can knock them out quickly now, it’s pretty funny. When Bert Grimm’s shut down you went into a bit of a semi-retirement, right? What happened was that once Wanda Shaw died Larry Shaw sold out the property right out from under us. I wanted to kick his ass but I didn’t. I’m sure that his brother did though, Bobby worked with me at the Pike, and Larry sent us an eviction notice. That’s some pretty shady stuff. That’s how you found out the shop was closing? Yep. I worked there for 28 years, I was supposed to be getting a gold watch and a pat on the back and instead I get evicted. That’s the kind of thanks you get from some fucking asshole like that. Anyway, I quit tattooing for a little while. I figured fuck it, I’ll just retire. I had some money put away and my old lady had a pretty good job. That didn’t last for more than four or five months before I had a heart attack. That sucked. So I went back to tattooing. When you came back to tattooing you hopped around to a bunch of different shops for a day per week. What made you want to end your nomadic lifestyle and plant roots and set up a shop once again? Right down the street from where I lived there was a tattoo shop that went under. I’m not sure what the hell happened but they couldn’t pay their rent. I ran down and talked to the guy and told him that I would try and get a business license. I got one and went down to lease the building. We had to gut the entire place; it was a total nightmare. We built everything in the shop, all the counters and everything. Opened the doors up and we’ve been paying the bills ever since the doors opened. If in the first six months you can still pay the bills that’s a good thing. I’ve got a 10-year lease with a five-year option, so hopefully that keeps up. By the end of that you’ll be about 85 years old, right? So you should be ready to retire by then. Yeah, fuck that. I’m going to die in a tattoo chair. Getting a tattoo or giving one? (Laughs) Who knows?