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Tiba Tattoo Studio – Ihr führendes Tattoo-Studio in Berlin

Einleitung

Willkommen im Tiba Tattoo Studio, einem der besten TattooStudios in Berlin. Wenn Sie auf der Suche nach einzigartigen, kreativen und professionell ausgeführten Tätowierungen sind, sind Sie bei uns genau richtig. Unsere erfahrenen Tätowierer kombinieren künstlerisches Talent mit technischer Expertise, um Ihre individuellen Vorstellungen in lebendige Kunstwerke auf der Haut zu verwandeln. In diesem Artikel erfahren Sie mehr über unser Studio, unsere Dienstleistungen und warum wir die erste Wahl für Tattoos in Berlin sind.

Das Tiba Tattoo Studio: Ein Ort der Kreativität

Unser Tattoo-Studio in Berlin bietet eine entspannte und einladende Atmosphäre, in der sich unsere Kunden wohlfühlen können. Wir verstehen, dass ein Tattoo eine persönliche Entscheidung ist, und nehmen uns die Zeit, um mit Ihnen zusammenzuarbeiten und Ihre Ideen zu besprechen. Unser Team von talentierten Tätowierern hat verschiedene Stile und Techniken gemeistert, sodass wir sicherstellen können, dass jeder Kunde die perfekte Tätowierung erhält, die zu seinem persönlichen Stil passt.

Vielfältige Tattoo-Stile

Im Tiba Tattoo Studio sind wir stolz darauf, eine breite Palette von Tattoo-Stilen anzubieten. Egal, ob Sie an realistischen Porträts, geometrischen Designs, traditionellen Tätowierungen oder modernen, abstrakten Kunstwerken interessiert sind, unsere Künstler können Ihre Vision zum Leben erwecken. Wir sind stets bestrebt, die neuesten Trends und Techniken im Tätowieren zu verfolgen, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Erfahrung zu bieten.

Sichere und hygienische Umgebung

Die Sicherheit und das Wohlbefinden unserer Kunden stehen bei uns an erster Stelle. Unser Tattoo-Studio in Berlin erfüllt alle erforderlichen Gesundheits- und Sicherheitsstandards. Wir verwenden nur hochwertige, sterile Materialien und halten die höchsten Hygienepraktiken ein, um sicherzustellen, dass Sie sich während Ihres Besuchs vollkommen sicher fühlen können. Wir glauben, dass ein großartiges Tattoo-Erlebnis auch von einem sauberen und professionellen Umfeld abhängt.

Beratung und Designprozess

Bevor wir mit dem Tätowieren beginnen, laden wir Sie zu einem ausführlichen Beratungsgespräch ein. In diesem Gespräch nehmen wir uns die Zeit, Ihre Ideen, Wünsche und Vorlieben zu besprechen. Unsere Tätowierer arbeiten eng mit Ihnen zusammen, um ein einzigartiges Design zu entwickeln, das Ihren Vorstellungen entspricht. Wir wissen, dass jede Tätowierung eine Geschichte erzählt, und wir möchten, dass Ihre Geschichte durch unser Kunstwerk zum Ausdruck kommt.

Hochwertige Materialien und Techniken

Im Tiba Tattoo Studio verwenden wir ausschließlich hochwertige Tinten und Materialien, die für die Haut sicher sind. Unsere Tätowierer sind bestens geschult und verwenden die neuesten Techniken, um sicherzustellen, dass Ihre Tätowierung nicht nur schön aussieht, sondern auch langlebig ist. Wir legen großen Wert auf Qualität, sowohl in der Ausführung als auch in der verwendeten Ausrüstung, um das bestmögliche Ergebnis zu erzielen.

Kundenzufriedenheit und Nachsorge

Ihre Zufriedenheit liegt uns am Herzen. Nach dem Tätowieren geben wir Ihnen umfassende Anweisungen zur Nachsorge, damit Ihre Tätowierung optimal heilt und ihre Farben lebendig bleiben. Wir stehen Ihnen jederzeit für Fragen oder Bedenken zur Verfügung und möchten, dass Sie mit Ihrem neuen Tattoo rundum glücklich sind.

Besondere Anlässe und Events

Im Tiba Tattoo Studio feiern wir regelmäßig besondere Anlässe und Events. Ob Tattoo-Messen, Workshops oder Charity-Veranstaltungen – wir sind stets aktiv in der Berliner Tattoo-Community und möchten unseren Kunden die Möglichkeit geben, Teil dieser aufregenden Welt zu sein. Diese Veranstaltungen bieten Ihnen auch die Gelegenheit, verschiedene Stile und Techniken kennenzulernen und mit unseren Künstlern in Kontakt zu treten.

Unsere Künstler: Leidenschaftliche Fachleute

Jeder Tätowierer in unserem Studio bringt eine einzigartige Perspektive und einen eigenen Stil mit. Unser Team besteht aus leidenschaftlichen Künstlern, die nicht nur hervorragend im Tätowieren sind, sondern auch ein tiefes Verständnis für Kunst und Design haben. Wir fördern Kreativität und Experimentierfreude, um Ihnen ein individuelles und unvergessliches Tattoo-Erlebnis zu bieten.

Tattoos für jeden Geschmack

Egal, ob Sie Ihr erstes Tattoo planen oder ein erfahrener Sammler sind, bei uns finden Sie die richtige Unterstützung. Wir helfen Ihnen dabei, die perfekte Gestaltung für Ihr neues Tattoo zu finden und beraten Sie über die besten Plätze auf Ihrem Körper. Unsere Künstler sind geschult, um Tattoos in jeder Größe und an jedem Ort zu stechen, sodass Sie mit einem Design nach Ihren Vorstellungen in die Tattoo-Welt eintauchen können.

Einfache Terminbuchung

Um Ihnen den Zugang zu unseren Dienstleistungen zu erleichtern, bieten wir eine benutzerfreundliche Online-Terminbuchung an. Sie können bequem von zu Hause aus einen Termin in unserem Tattoo-Studio in Berlin buchen und Ihre Sitzung planen. Wir möchten, dass Sie den Prozess so reibungslos und angenehm wie möglich gestalten, damit Sie sich auf das Wesentliche konzentrieren können: Ihr neues Tattoo.

Schlussgedanken

Im Tiba Tattoo Studio stehen Ihre Wünsche und Ihr Wohlbefinden an erster Stelle. Unsere Leidenschaft für Tattoos, kombiniert mit unserem Engagement für Qualität und Sicherheit, macht uns zu einem der besten Tattoo-Studios in Berlin. Wir freuen uns darauf, Ihnen ein einzigartiges und unvergessliches Tattoo-Erlebnis zu bieten. Besuchen Sie uns und entdecken Sie, warum wir die beste Wahl für Ihr nächstes Tattoo sind. Ihr Körper ist unsere Leinwand – lassen Sie uns gemeinsam etwas Wunderschönes schaffen!

[studiodasklum]

Tattoo by urbanatura - studio das klüm berlin

[lilimaginebean]

five days - 五日

synopsis: In which Kaiser fell in love with his tattoo artist, or in which Kaiser has only five appointments to convince you to go on a date with him.

note: hi, hope you enjoy this part and thanks for the support :))

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🥀 Day 2

"Are you a Bastard München fan?" you asked Kaiser during a break in the session.

He frowned at your question. You thought it was a normal question because he was wearing a team shirt.

"Well, I guess I can say I'm a bit of a fan," he admitted with a shrug, "Have you seen any of their matches?"

"I'm not a fan, so no, never. The only time I watch something of that is during the World Cup," you admitted.

It had been 3 weeks since the last session. Although you'd never admit it, you'd been counting the days until you'd see Kaiser again. But you weren't the only one, Kaiser, being the fool and loser that he was, had also been eagerly awaiting this day. Too bad today's training was too long, so he was unable to take a proper shower and dress up for you. So he entered your studio in his uniform, sweaty and with a messed-up haircut.

"It looks good on you," you admitted, unaware that Kaiser was blushing and trying to cover it up with his hand.

Like last time, he sat there whistling to the song. How could he act as if nothing had happened? When you told him to "shoot" his question, you didn't expect it to hit you like a real bullet. Obviously, you refused his request. The reason? You barely knew him, and you excused yourself by saying you had a busy schedule.

"Isn't it strange?" you finally asked him, "I mean, I rejected you..."

"Oh Liebling you didn't reject me. You rejected my plan, know the difference. You didn't even reject my plan, you said you couldn't because you were busy last month. Lucky for me, it's a new month, right?"

You couldn't keep a straight face at his sly comments.

"But be honest... Why did you turn it down? You said it was because you were overworked, but every time I passed by the studio you were eating your lame veggie sandwich or talking to your clients," Kaiser commented with a grin.

You put your hand to your heart and pretend to be offended by such accusations.

"Okay, first of all, veggie sandwiches cannot be lame. Secondly, I was really busy, apparently you just caught me on my break. And last but not least, we only met a few hours ago before you asked me that. I don't know anything about you, maybe you're a criminal," you said, trying to defend your poor excuse and the veggie sandwiches you used to make so lovingly.

"Oh, that could be so easily solved, Liebling. I am a Bastard München fan, as you can see, and my work might be related to that. My hometown is Berlin. I love crusty bread, dogs and winter. And in my spare time I take long showers, read, think about myself, and when I'm motivated I think about who I'd like to kill," he said unperturbed.

You just stopped doing everything to process all the information he gave to you.

"Well, I wasn't so wrong to think you were a criminal," you said, and took your job back.

"You're too beautiful to be killed, don't worry Liebling, my thoughts of you are anything but killing you," he said confidently, you giggled.

“Oh, how lucky I must be”

“You have no idea” he assured “What about you?”

"Well, as you can see, I work here. I love autumn, promenading and those mouse shaped sweets from the sweet shop. In my spare time I like to stay in my small but cosy apartment. And... we have just finished this session," you said as you stood up and stretched a little.

"You are really talented," Kaiser said smirking at you while admiring the new part of the tattoo

"Tell me something I don’t know. Come on, I have an another appointment in 5 minutes"

You escorted Kaiser to the exit, where he put his black cap and face mask back on. Before he left, he stared at you for a few seconds.

"Now that we know more about each other, would you like to go out with me? Come on Liebling, you know the best way to get to know another person is to go out, you can't expect to know me in just an hour" Kaiser asked as he opened the door

How could he be so convincing? Maybe you weren't sure about the date the last time, but today you really were. Still, you could be a bit of a teaser, and maybe you wanted to see if Kaiser was really interested in you.

"The last time you asked me, you were dressed as the owner of five clubs, and today you ask me out dress like that. Come on, where is this spoilt brat? Michael Kaiser, you can do better," you admitted, giving him a bold look.

He chuckled under his mask.

"You really do have high standards, don't you? Don't worry Liebling, next time you won't have any excuse to refuse me. Trust me".

[shojizbae]

Memory Lane

Adult! Tom Kaulitz x Reader

“Ich bin nervös, bist du?”

“Ja eine kleine.”

The studio has a chilled doctor's office waiting room feel, with an all-white background, boring gray chairs, and gigantic LED panels. It’s been ten years since Tom and I broke up, so Vogue wanted us to tell our story. We’re both wearing smart blazers, although Tom has paired his with some slacks and leather sneakers. Mine is paired with a slim dress and some utility boots.

The crew is finishing up micing us and doing a final mic check before the camera starts rolling. The director calls us on, and we take our seats. At least the chair is comfortable.

“So it’s been ten years since the two of you separated.”

“Ja, well, we tell our friends it’s been 10 years since we ended our sexual relationship.”

“Ja, well, we are still excellent friends.” I agree and pat Tom's knee

“So, how did the two of you meet?” the producer asks. He looks very stereotypical, with his crossed pensive arms and all-too-self-important expression. He even has his finger on his lip like Jeff Goldbloom.

“Well, Tom met me when I started touring with them as their opener, but I met Tom through the band. I got a CD of Schrei the day it came out. So working with them was like a total dream come true.” I explain, gesticulating the whole time.

“And Tom, what was your first impression of (Y/n)?”

“Well, they put us in a meeting to discuss her work with us and showed a video of her shredding her bass, and I thought, wow, this girl is so hot and so good at playing. And the. We met her in person, and Bill will say I followed her like a puppy, but she made the first move. And yeah, I always thought she was so cool and talented, and she was just so pretty.” He finished his rambles by looking at me

“Aw, thank you, Tommy.” You cross your legs and await the following instructions. The producer hands you an ornate-looking scrapbook. They instruct you to open to the first page, and it shows the first tabloids to sniff out your and Tom’s relationships. Pictures of the two of you strutting around Berlin, hand in hand.

“Oh, sehr kleine!” I looked at the pictures as the memories came flooding back—the first few weeks when we were so excited to be in love with each other. I had a pout and enormous sunglasses clouding my face, and Tom was smiling proudly and holding up our interlaced hands.

“Woah, we were so. Gott, you were so skinny.” Tom mentions

“Do you want to explain these photos?” The director asks.

“This is-this is 2006.” I look right into the lens. “We, I think, had been dating for a month at this point.” I point to a picture of me readjusting Tom’s dreads on a park bench.

“Poor Georg and Gustav, they were so sick of my shit at this point.” Tom points to an infamous photo of the two of you making out of a sofa between the boys, and their faces are completely annoyed. I laugh at the picture. Everything about it reminds me of being young. I’ve got Tom’s hat on, and his hands are sliding under the hem of my shorts.

“Yeah, we’re little animals.” I agree. My eyes scan the bag one more time. The dramatically patterned zip-up hoodies and the DC sneakers were just beautiful.

“Alright, you can turn the page.”

The next page shows more pictures of us walking around town, on vacation, and on stage together. I whoop when I see the photo of Tom and I playing guitar back to back.

“Woah, I remember this night.”

“Ja, the crowd was just electric.” Tom reminisces

“It was electric, and everything just worked out. We were supposed to be late to the venue for traffic, but it cleared out. Mic checks were shady, and one of Gustav’s drum heads almost ripped, but this was an incredible night.”

“I remember your singing being extra special, too. " My heart flutters, and I brush my hand over the photo. When I look at my hand, I see the tattoos and my promise ring.

“What a good night.”

“Alright, now that we’ve got some background, we’re going into your more notable fashion moments.” On the next page were some of our most ridiculous statements. The time Tom wore 3 hats on a red carpet. At the time, I performed in a bra and underwear. The two of us wearing Dirndl and Leider Hoisen. And most famously, the handcuff belt accident.

“Oh, this is when we performing at the worldwide German convention.” I point to pictures of me and the band dancing around in traditional German clothes. We couldn’t have been older than 18 at that time.

“That night was so fun. We all bought these matching steins, and we nearly went through a keg of beer.” Tom recalls. I tried to recall that, but after I got off stage and we started drinking, my memory fogged up.

“Who is the better drinker?”

“Well, technically, Bill is the best of the band because he could put back as much hard liquor as he wants and then roll out of bed and sing, but I think that night,”

“Nein, it’s totally Georg; he had the body mass to soak up all the liquor.” Before we knew it, Tom and I argued in German about the best drinker.

“Well, if we want to talk about this picture,” Tom recenters the focus, pouting at the page, “(Y/n) can drink any of us under the table when it comes to beer.”

“I think you guys are intentionally ignoring one pair of photos.”

“And which ones would those be?” I play coy with the producer

“Why don’t you turn the page.” The next page is just many zoomed-in shots of the two of us wearing my infamous handcuff belt. I wore it on a four-month tour of the United States in almost every show. But during one show in Fort Lauderdale, it had been damaged very distinctly. I was in a post-show interview showing it off, so everyone knew the handcuff belt had two big scratches on the left side. Which was all fine and dandy until I got home to Germany, and I hadn’t seen my famously horny boyfriend in four months. And, of course, we took to the first private area we could find. I can't remember if that was a car or a hotel, but in the evening, a photograph of Tom in a handcuffed belt with two scratches on the left side was circulating every drama outlet and tabloid.

“Oh, nein, why would you circle it?” Tom holds the book up to show close-up shots of me performing and him giddily strutting down the sidewalk.

“I don’t know why this photo got so much attention at that moment because we shared clothes all the time,” Tom said casually as if that would save this. “I think once I was on stage, a pair of your panties fell out of my pocket. Everyone knew what we were doing.”

“Did you ever steal Tom’s clothes?” Someone on the crew asks. It’s difficult to see beyond the panel of lights

“Did she? Sheiße, she wore my underwear more often than she would wear her own.” I hid my fave in my hands, knowing that when Tom’s voice pitched up like that, we were in for a rant, “Anytime we shared a hotel on vacation or for work, I would leave clean clothes on my bed for after my shower. I would go in the shower rubba-dub-dub. And when I got back, my boxers were gone. Where did they go? I would scratch my head for twenty minutes until (y/n) got out of the shower, and she toweled off her hair in a big t-shirt. That big t-shirt was usually mine, by the way, and when she would lift her arms, I could see that she had taken my underwear!”

I could feel the blood racing around my face under my skin. Tom started rubbing circles on my back.

“You seem to be overhearing. Why don’t we turn the page?” I’m still reeling from embarrassment, so Tom flips the page.

“Oh mein maus.” Tom coos under his breath.

“Was?”

“You be got to look at these.” He placed a hand on my wrist. I scan around the page, and it looks like a true scrapbook photo with twisted angles and stickers everywhere. I run my finger over a photo of me on a skateboard and Tom facing me, holding both my hands. I feel a lump forming in my throat. Our smiles were completely taking over our faces. Photos of us on dates to the mall and the roller ring. Tuning each other's guitars and cuddling on tour buses. In one picture, I was completely knocked out on a couch, and Tom was under me with his face scrunched up like he had eaten a lemon.

“Why did you look like that?” I point at his I-just-stubbed-my-toe-face

“You were sleeping like an angel, baby.” I was lying on his chest, and his hand tangled in my hair.

“When even was this?” I mutter somewhat to myself

“I think it was the music festival in Italy.” He replies in German.

“Oh Ja, I can see the hem of my stupid leather pants. Hottest day of a southern Italian summer, and I decided to wear leather leggings. They were so sweaty. My whole body was like wet.”

“That’s probably why you fell asleep. I think I remember peeling those pants off you and giving you some boxers to sleep in.” I remember waking up in red checkered boxers with flaming skulls on them. “They were dripping sweat,” Tom confirms

“That’s gross.” I groan. “Wait, who took this picture?”

“Es war Bill.”

“Aw wie geht it ihm?”

“Gut.”

“Gut.”

We chatter about pictures taken as we walk from the cinema, shots of us performing together, pictures taken sneakily on vacation, and some god-awful photos of us on the red carpet. We talk about our styles and how they’ve evolved. Obviously, Tom’s the most, as he no longer wears pants that could house a small village.

“But I feel like your style has changed a lot. And when we got older, you dressed a lot according to the trends.”

“Yeah, there was a time in 2012-2013 when I was as obsessed with wearing colorful, like, pastel skinny jeans with pumps. And then just a tank top and a blazer.”

“Oh, Ja,” Tom flips over to a picture of the two of us. You looked nice—like a little business lady.”

“I was a little business lady. I just don’t like how they looked on my thighs.” I heard Tom scoff next to me. “I’m glad the fashion pendulum has swung back to baggier, more relaxed-fit jeans.”

“I do enjoy being more easy breezy.” Tom wiggles his hips around on his chair, “I didn’t like wearing skinny jeans. I felt like everyone was staring at my dick.”

“I was,” I smirk, and we reminisce about our early 20s, and I feel pity for the girl stomping around Manhattan in her pumps with the boys she’s in line with because she has no clue she only has two years left with him.

“That’s when you had the cornrows and wore a lot of flannel and scarves.” We reminisce about his switch to slim-fit jeans with little leather patches from his embroidered diesels.

“Alright, and we’ll finish things with a bang.” The producer states and tells us to turn the page. On the next page is my biggest embarrassment. For a few months, Tom and I had a running gag. An overly intrusive interviewer was nearly interrogating Tokio Hotel, and I came into the studio just at the wrong time. The journalist had asked the boys about their hobbies while some were walking around. Naturally, as we had been dating for a year, I stood near Tom as he paced. When they asked him what his hobby was, he replied, “This,” and grabbed me by the hips and dry-humped me a few times. At first, I spun around and slapped him on the chest, non-seriously.

I loved how horny he was for me.

Later, I was being interviewed, and a different journalist asked me what my favorite pastime was. As the boys were lingering behind the camera crew, Tom decided to wander in and bend over in front of me, so I grabbed him by the hips and dry-humped him. He topped off with dramatic moans and crossed eyes, but seeing the journalist completely flushed made us laugh.

“I would say that’s my favorite pastime. Or maybe writing music.” For the next few months, we would take any opportunity to pretend to fuck each other on red carpets, on the street, or on stage. Going so far as to write a single called “sexsüchtig” or sex addict so I could have Tom sit on a wooden chair and give him lap dances on stage. There was a smattering of images of us just being promiscuous everywhere. One picture showed me in chunky platform heels and a lacy mini skirt, sitting on a wooden chair with my head tipped back, singing. I had a foot on Tom’s shoulder while he fake ate me out, kneeling in front of me. I even wrote the song with a verse of just runs that sound like moans.

That was a crowd favorite when I would perform it.

“Alright, we’re going to have you guys watch some edits that people make of you on TikTok.”

“Oh, nein.” I groan

“Are you on TikTok?” The producer asks

“I’m not. But I know everyone else is. And some of that stiff bleeds over to Instagram. And so I see it there. But I try to stay off social media.”

“And you, Tom?”

“I’ve seen some stuff, but Ja, I’m most just like Instagram.”

“Ok so for the most part, you haven’t seen these?”

"Nein because Gustav's daughter sends them to me." At one, they hand Tom a giant iPad and open the photos app with a few edits loaded up. They began a screen recording and showed what they had learned to be a standard edit of Tom. Some clip of him saying something, and then they would splice photos of him over some sexual song called "Do you wanna fuck”. I smiled down at it in memory.

“Woah, you’re such a baby. You can’t be more like than 15 in some of those.”

“Ja, I was young.”

“It’s kind of weird that people wanted to fuck you if you’re so young.”

“In all fairness, it’s not like I wasn’t having sex at the time these pictures were taken.” He smiled. “All right next!”

The next edit was of me to a sir-mix-a-lot song, and out came blasting, “but I got to be straight when I say I wanna huh-ooh til the break of dawn.” It played a clip of me rolling my eyes. God, I used to wear so much eyeliner. There are more pictures of me at suggestive angles.

“God, you’re so hot.” Tom laughs. “look at you and your hot pink guitar”

“This is super weird to watch. It’s impressive, but I’m just slightly jarred.” We watch more individuals before they switch over to some nonserious clips of us essentially chirping at each other. They caption the videos with 'goofiest couple' or 'cutie patooties.' I enjoyed the videos of us being children having pillow fights in hotels and making weird groans.

"Alright, and finally, we're going to finish the video with one final edit of the you two." Tom clicks the final play button it's a slowed-down edit of the two of us while in the era of me giving lap dances. The pure eroticism of us grinding against each other. The look of it. His eye as he studies me singing. And how I stared into his soul while I sang about how good he fucks me.

It wouldn't hurt to climb into his lap again. I love his wife, Heidi, but I miss him. After 3 years with my boyfriend, Gregory, and no engagement ring in sight, just this shitty promise ring. That was the whole reason we split. After dating Tom for a decade, I was ready to get married. Sure, we were only 24, but I only wanted him. And that wasn't what he wanted, so we split.

Now, ten years have passed, and I'm still not married.

He's right next to me, and I miss him.

[tasteoftaboo]

Elli: A Black and White 90s aesthetic Introducing a daring photoshoot featuring Elli, an incredibly beautiful model from Berlin, known for her striking tattoos. Shot in a minimalist white studio, Elli exudes 90s flair in an oversized black suit, complemented by a daring underboob corset and bold platform boots.

With a cigar in hand, she radiates a fierce attitude and rebellious energy. As the session unfolds, Elli playfully loosens her corset, unveiling her stunningly tattooed and pierced upper body. The juxtaposition of her tailored suit against her exposed skin creates a mesmerizing visual story.

Keen observers will catch a glimpse of a G-string peeking out from her suit trousers, adding an enticing touch to the imagery. This collection beautifully marries 90s style, contemporary body art, and the timeless allure of black-and-white photography. For members, the full glorious set: https://www.patreon.com/posts/elli-black-and-113494710?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link

[mitamicah]

Other than being my 4 months on t-versary it is also now a year since I got my first tattoo so here's a little tattoo tour (when they were freshly healed to now) I have by March 23 2023 :3

First: Flapjack with a brush on my shoulder as a tribute to my grandmother; design by @isi-daddy and tattooed by Christine (craycrayink) from AmazeInk by March 23 2023 (1 year ago)

Second: Norse rune on the inside of my lower arm to symbolize my heritage, love for mythology, queer identity, autistic identity and as a souvenir from Berlin and to remember the Käärijä europe tour 2023 (where I went to two shows being Stockholm and Berlin); tattooed by Carina Kuntzsch (the.psychedelic.unicorn) from Mayduna Tattoo and Piercing by October 18 2023 (5 months ago)

Third: Flagpost with 'Ihan Sama' shirt as a flag on the side of my stomach inspired by the Käärijä song Paidaton RIehuja; tattooed by Emilie (yours_truly_tattoo) from Sort Kat Tattoo by January 9 2024 (2,5 months ago)

Fourth: Bee on my right wrist to remember the Joker Out See You Soon tour where I participated in four shows (Helsinki 1+2, Malmö and Göteborg); tattooed by Barbara (barbaras_blaek) from Barbaras Blæk Tattoo Studio by March 22 2024 (1 day ago)

[lamaisongaga]

LADY GAGA AT THE CHROMATICA BALL PREMIERE

Lady Gaga joined her little monsters at the screen premiere of her highly-anticipated HBO "Chromatica Ball" Tour Film last night which took place at the Nya Studios in Los Angeles.

Styling by Nicola Formichetti and Hunter Clem with assistance by Erica Valle and Frankie Benkovic. Hair by Frederic Aspiras, glam by Sarah Tanno-Stewart and nails by Miho Okawara, respectively.

Gaga turned up in Argentinian Berlin-based emerging designer SELVA which was based on his "[603.628]km²" collection.

Her look featured a laminated white muslin calico cotton one-shoulder jacket and matching corset dress cut in the memory of an apron, stenced with holes for multiple sterling silver hooks and chains. A white lacquered shoulder sculpture made of discarded car parts pulled the whole look together. It was created in only two days!

Cristian 'Selva' Huygens started by developing and creating costumes for performances he produces, as well as for exhibitions inside ATM banks and interventions in public spaces around Berlin. The collection was inspired by his last trip to Kyiv, Ukraine where he also presented a collection of designs at a local metro station.

He mainly focuses on using discarded materials, all kinds of fabrics, metal connectors, and car parts as armatures. Conceptually, he describes his brand in one word: Brutalism. Every construction detail and mistake is shown. When it happens, he makes them even more visible. As the designer calls it, he develops 'honest clothes,' following the Brutalism concept.

She completed her look with the Pleaser Xtreme-1020 white vinyl platform ankle boots with lace-up front.

Gaga then sat down for a Q&A session, wearing another Germany-based emerging designer: AZIZ, who she previously introduced to us by rocking his designs both on-stage and on-screen at the tour!

This time, he crafted her a custom look which comprised a black stretch jersey long-sleeved elongated dress with a silicone drip-covered stiffened mesh cocoon structure with peek-a-boo slit for the head to come through, and matching gloves.

She crowned the look with a Philip Treacy Fall/Winter 2018 intricate black lace mask.

Our girl also rocked a bunch of white-gold and diamond rings by two French labels. The first ring is Djula's Délicatesse geometric lines large ring (€2,700).

The three other rings are all signed by AKILLIS and included the Tattoo large ring (€8,500), the Tattoo slim ring (€2,900) and the Capture Me ring (€5,250).

I couldn't help but notice how much the last ring resembles a bear trap, which is also depicted on the single cover for the first "Chromatica" single "Stupid Love", creating a great full circle moment.

Shop:

Djula "Délicatesse" Ring (€2,700.00)

AKILLIS "Tattoo" Large Ring (€8,500.00)

AKILLIS "Tattoo" Slim Ring (€2,900.00)

AKILLIS "Capture Me" Ring (€5,250.00)

Gaga rocked her signature sky-high Flamingo-1020 black vinyl platform boots from Pleaser.

The final look of the evening saw Gaga channeling her CBT "Sonnet" interlude by re-wearing her Alexander McQueen Fall/Winter 2002 "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" collection parachute coat which features a mandarin collar, eye-hook closure and exaggerated bishop sleeves, bubble back and train.

In McQueen's words: "This collection was inspired by Tim Burton. It started off dark and then got more romantic as it went along."

This coat was given to her by Daphne Guinness personally!

She also wore the matador-inspired black jacquard silk mask headpiece Philip Treacy created for Lee's collection.

For the short and black nails, Miho used the Aprés Gel Couleur in "Birnam Wood". Both the base and top coats are by Presto.

[bymeile]

Ink To the Heart / Chapter One - Late Dinner

Story description: Maria is a young tattoo artist who is trying to make her way to success and escape the past, however, her past comes back in the form of a man. A famous bassist who used to bully Maria at school admires Maria's work and wants to change things between him and Maria by leading her through 'the world of fame'. However, Maria has mixed feelings.

Chapter description: Maria's manic. After her roommate leaves for the night, Maria decides to go to get a late dinner.

TW: mention of drugs, mental issues

Pairing: OC Maria x OC Max

Word count: 1986

Maria had known Max since childhood, but they had never been friends. In primary school, Max bullied Maria because she was white-haired and quiet. Later, in high school, he used to make fun of her because she had no friends. Honestly, Maria hated Max. He always was such a jerk. But that was true, of course. Maria was quiet and had no friends, however, she was stubborn, and after graduation, she made her way into the underground tattoo culture world because she always loved drawing and now she was a successful tattoo artist. Sadly, Max made his way to fame too. He became a world-famous bassist in the band called ‘Dogs of Apocalypse’.

Maria watched TV. She felt grumpy, and her facial expression said nothing, she still held a grudge and seeing him playing in front of thousands of people made Maria so mad. In Maria’s opinion, he should have been a fucking cashier at the gas station or something. Maria peeked at Luna, her roommate; she looked at that damn concert with such admiration, you see in people who look at the love of their life. Maria couldn’t understand what Luna saw there. Yeah, Luna was lesbian, and yeah, the guitarist was kinda hot, but it just made Maria hate the band even more. They all were too good-looking. People probably didn’t even care about the music they made.

The live broadcast was held straight from the concert in Berlin. And as if on purpose, Maria was also in Berlin because the studio she worked at sent her on a tour around Europe. She prayed that she wouldn’t meet Max somehow. Even though chances were low, it was never zero. The world is small, and the biggest fears always come true. At least for Maria.

The concert lasted for about four hours, and all that time, Luna hadn’t moved her eyes from TV. Maria made herself dinner, washed her hair, jumped into pajamas, and even managed to fix a sketch for her client for tomorrow. However, she didn’t feel sleepy. Some energy was running in her veins. She walked around the apartment, cleaning here and there.

“Can you believe, this concert was held at Uber Arena? It isn’t that far from our home…” said Luna when the concert was over and she turned off the TV.

“Then why wasn’t you attending it?” mocked Maria.

Luna shrugged. She probably felt very disappointed that she couldn’t attend the concert. Maria wasn’t sure what Luna did in her life though. They met when Maria searched for an apartment in Berlin through a Facebook group, and Luna was the one who responded. Maybe Luna was lonely, such as Maria? But it was very unlikely; she always went out somewhere at night. Maria guessed that she would go to nightclubs or bars or just meet her friends who were busy during the day. Lunas was a night person. That kinda pissed Maria off because during the day Luna did nothing just laid on the couch in the living room and watched TV or Netflix. Maria herself was an ‘all-time’ person, she didn’t sleep at night and worked during the day and it kinda became a problem because Maria was fully aware that she was manic right now and when depression would creep out everything would turn around. Despite that, Maria still ignored the doctor's instructions to carefully take medication, go to sleep on time, and avoid stressful situations as much as any intoxicants, so her mania would last longer. Maria genuinely thought that mania helped her at her work.

Maria was making a coffee while Luna was getting ready to go somewhere. She did her makeup and put on the mini dress.

“Don’t you wanna go with me?” asked Luna. “I’m going to meet Lorence, last time you two met, after that he said he liked you.”

Maria shook her head. Even though she knew she won’t go to sleep, she still tried to convince herself that she had work tomorrow and she needed ‘rest.’ And in fact, she didn’t like any Lorence at all, she was drunk and hardly recalled who he even was.

“Eh… As you wish,” mumbled Luna. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay.”

Luna won’t be back till late morning. But Maria didn’t care, honestly. She went to her room and sat on the windowsill, watching Luna getting into the uber car. The car drove away, but Maria left sitting in her place. Slowly and painfully, she started to think about Max and ‘Dogs of Apocalypse.’ Maria didn’t remember Max playing any instrument when he was a child. Well, maybe he did one - people’s nerves. Maria’s memories of Max were only filled with sorrowful insults for her, his fights with other boys in the school’s yard, and bullies in general. Maria just hoped she’ll never meet him again and knowing that he’s so close to her right now scared the shit out of Maria. Hopefully, they are not gonna stay in Berlin for long.

It passed a few hours. Maria drew a dozen of tattoo sketches, drank some wine and energy drinks, and suddenly felt hungry. However, the fridge was empty, or at least there was nothing worth eating. Maria sighed in disappointment. She stood in front of the open fridge like some food would magically appear there, and thought about what to do. She could make something, but nothing came to her mind.

Finally, she decided to go to a 24/7 working McDonald's in her neighborhood. It was 4 AM, but Maria couldn’t bear the hunger.

Outside, it was completely silent. The only sound was the echo of music somewhere far away in some nightclub. Maria felt a little unsafe at first, but eventually, she just realized what the worst that could happen. She went through the empty street to the McDonald’s. Maria enjoyed the calm of the night, slightly drunk she looked at the dark, empty sky lightened up by the lights of the city. No stars were visible. Suddenly, she stopped and just stood with her head lifted, she felt some kind of power and energy running in her blood, it was probably because of too many energy drinks. She felt like her head was somewhere in the space, spinning. After some time, she started to walk slowly again.

McDonald’s was almost empty. Only some couple sat in the corner of the restaurant, hugging and kissing each other. Maria didn’t pay attention to them; she looked at the menu. While she was thinking about what to eat, someone else came and stood behind her. Maria immediately felt uncomfortable, like she had to rush. She ordered quickly and without thinking much because the person behind her seemed kind of impatient. Maria stepped aside.

Her eyes got wide with fear. There were two men. Tall and solid-built. One she saw for the first time in her life. However, the other one was so familiar it made Maria nauseous, and the hunger she felt slowly faded away. Well, technically, she knew both of them - it was a drummer of ‘Dogs of Apocalypse’ and… Max. What was a fucking possibility that they came to McDonald’s at 4 AM, exactly the same time as Maria? Maria hoped he didn’t recognize her, but she put a hood of her black hoodie just in case.

Max and the drummer were chatting to each other and didn’t really pay attention to their surroundings. But the moment Maria’s food was ready, and she hurried to take it, she heard the laugh of Max. That laugh brought so many traumatizing childhood memories that even Maria’s eyes got a little teary. Her brain hurt.

“Is it really yours?” asked Max, and Maria grasped that the question was probably dedicated to her.

“Aaam…” Maria got confused. “I guess so.”

She looked at her check paper and then at the number on the order. It didn’t match. Maria felt herself blushing deeply. “I’m sorry,” mumbled her.

Max took his order, but they didn’t get away from the restaurant. Probably waiting for the other guy’s food. Maybe Maria did something wrong? Maybe the cashier didn’t hear her order clearly? What took so long?

Maria lowered her head to her worn-out converses.

“Hey,” suddenly Maria heard Max addressing to her. “I know it probably will sound impolite, but I’m so curious what are you doing in McDonald’s this late?”

Maria frowned. “What are you doing here this late?”

Max giggled. “You sound familiar.”

“Oh, really?” Maria knew that being snappy won’t lead anywhere, only trouble, but hate in her heart just boiled through her whole body.

Max put his pack with food on the counter and leaned to Maria’s face, completely invading her personal space. Maria held her breath. “How come that we meet again, here, in such circumstances?” asked him, smiling. “You don’t seem changed…”

“You too,” spitted Maria.

That was a lie. Max was way more handsome now than he was when he was a teenager. He had a lot of tattoos. Now they weren’t visible when he wore a leather jacket, but Maria knew about them from photos. But how he won’t be hotter if he was an international rockstar?

Maria couldn’t tell exactly, but her sixth sense told her that, in some way, Max was interested in her. Not in a romantic way, of course, but he didn’t seem in a bad mood. Maybe he was drunk, just like Maria. Who even comes to McDonald’s after the show in front of thousands of people?

“So, Maria, do you want to sit with us?” asked Max and Maria was surprised not only because he invited her to sit together but also because he remembered her name.

“You’re gonna eat here?” honestly, Maria didn’t want to eat at this greasy restaurant, her appetite was gone already in any case.

“Well, we can go to our car.”

Maria frowned. What if they drove her to some dangerous place? Rape her? Or kill her? You can trust no one these days.

“Come on, Maria, it’s been a while,” Max sounded like he never bullied Maria in the past. Maria got annoyed by how often he used her name.

“Yeah, it’s really been,” said Maria bitterly.

“Oh, by the way,” Max waved his hand to the drummer. “This chill guy is Etienne.”

Etienne smiled at Maria, sipping his drink from a paper cup.

“Let’s go, baby, let’s go for a night ride. I’m super interested how are you doing,” laughed Max.

Baby. Maria felt furious; he had a fucking audacity. However, she went away from the restaurant with them. Maybe it was mania? Maybe she didn’t wanna go home and be alone, maybe it was pure curiosity?

Maria had to admit - Max’s car was so cool, it was a black Dodge Challenger. If Maria could drive, that would be a car she’d want to own.

“Do you live in Berlin?” inquired Max.

“No,” mumbled Maria

“Are you here on some special mission then?”

Maria frowned again. “No.”

“Very detailed answer,” Max pretended to be disappointed, but Maria could hear mocking in his voice. “What a girl like you could do in such a big city, huh? Honestly, I never thought you’d leave our hometown.”

Maria was insulted. “I do tattoos.”

“Oh,” It was impossible to say if Max was surprised genuinely. “Well, that’s impressive.”

Maria didn’t answer. She just looked through the car window. Life is so strange sometimes.

“Where are we going?” finally asked her.

“To do some drugs, have sex, and party,” sniggered Max.

Maria's jaw dropped for a second. But, to be honest, she didn’t resist. Maybe some kind of action will calm the energy that was raging in her body. The only thing that was weird to Maria was that Max and his friend were taking her with them so easily. They probably were sick in their heads from all the drugs and fame.   Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it even if it was short and kinda poorly written. Any kind of attention and support help and motivate me to continue writing <3

[burakisseven]

Third winter of Berlin Model @uglyheav3n Hair / Make up @aurelia_braga_de_matos_ #burakisseven #photography #fashion #tearsheet #publication #leica #analogphotography #analogfilm #analoguevibes #artexhibition #filmisnotdead #filmcommunity #shootfilm #artshow #kodakfilm #analoggermany #analogueunited #thedaily35mm #editorial #berlin #istanbul #kodak #leica #london #paradisaeart #model #inkedgirls #tattoo #space #future #altphotoarchive (at Studio Chérie) https://www.instagram.com/p/CrfmbTXMwcT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[micahthemoon]

October 18 2023 Today’s headline could be queer expression in Berlin. At first, I went to get a tattoo I have wanted for 12 years and the tattoo artist that accepted my idea had a rainbow flag in her studio (I never got to ask if she is queer). Then I went with a tumblr mutual (met at the käärijä gig on Monday) to the gay museum. That was a match made in heaven since they loved talking about german queers and I loved learning about it. This one volunteer was adorable he kept humming happily when making coffee.

[immaterial-pearl]

I spent six days in Berlin. Now I’m coming back. It’s a six-ish hour train ride from where I live in Poland. I got a tattoo from a Polish person living in Berlin. It’s a pearl on my ankle. I went to a rave. I accidentally went to a drag show in a small art gallery that belonged to the drag queen. I drank tequilla. I raced in shopping carts. I bought art prints. I partied till like 7 am and woke up at 10:30 am today. I went to a free concert in an art studio. I did a mean rich anime girl laugh all of the time. I sang Ethel Cain’s Crush almost everyday. Most importantly, I spent five days with almost all of my most beloved friends, except for one.

[secretsurfacetattoo]

ever the poky poster, here's a real fun one i got to make some months back for the awesome and hilarious trinh, as part of an epic four-piece friendship and farewell to berlin tattoo that she organized with a few of her closest pals here shortly before leaving this town for texas.. each of the four old friends adopted one of talented illustrator olya's (@adventures_illustrated ) Kiez-cat drawings to represent the respective berlin hood each has come to call home here.. friedrichshain was trinh's last local stomping ground, so it was this very cool wax slab-slinging dj-kitty who won the privilege of accompanying her on all her subsequent and future adventures.. thanks a bundle, dear trinh, for returning to me for your last (for now!🙂) berlin tattoo, and for bringing such a fine crew of beloved berlin besties with you! contact: secretsurfacetattoo@gmail.com ____________________________________ #tattoo #berlin #berlintattoo #tattooberlin #tätowierung #secretsurfacetattoo #contemporarytattoo #pics_of_inked #femaletattooartist #veganink #inked #contemporarytattooing #contemporaryart #tattooart #btattooing #neukölln #visualart #tattooed #friedrichshain #friendshiptattoo #kiezcats #goodbyeberlin #ankletattoo #djcat #goodpals #coolcat #turntablist #fhain #djing #constantcompanion (at Nowhereland Tattoo Studio) https://www.instagram.com/p/Coz5iaNsY4S/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[lilimaginebean]

five days — 五日

synopsis: In which Kaiser fell in love with his tattoo artist, or in which Kaiser has only five appointments to convince you to go on a date with him.

note: just two chapters left :))

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🥀 Day 3

"Kaiser? What are you doing here? We have a meeting in 15 minutes," you asked the tall figure walking in front of you, recognisable only by the old cap he always wore to the meetings.

This time you weren't in the studio, but on a random street in Berlin. It was Saturday, and your uncle had given you the morning off with a long list of chores to do.

His hair had changed, the wild and long blonde hair had become short with two long rat tails. The lower part and the strands were dyed blue.

"Don't call my name, and I could ask you the same... What are you doing here?" Kaiser asked to approach you.

"Well, some chores, but hey, look what I bought in the library," you said as you took a book out of one of your bags. "I bought it for you, I thought you might like it."

Kaiser took the book and stared at you. It was the first and only gift anyone had given him without second intentions.

"I don't really know how to react..." he admitted

"Well, most people say thank you" you said in a funny tone.

He rolled his eyes.

“I wasn’t talking about that, but that I also bought you something” Kaiser got from the bag he was holding a giant bouquet made from your favorite sweets

You blinked surprised.

“What? Most people say thank you” he said in a mocking tone

“Thank you” you said while taking the giant and heavy bouquet and eating a sweet “Really, thank you, appreciate it”

You smiled him, and Kaiser couldn’t avoid but returned you that genuine smile.

“Also, what about your change of hairstyle? Why did you change it?” you asked curious while staring at that peculiar hairstyle and asking how could he pull off that great

“What? Don’t you like it?” he asked curious while touching his hair “I’ve been receiving plenty of compliments from the hairstylists, and it also cost me a lot of money”

While you leaned to him to stare and admire his hair even better, you realized that wasn’t the only change on him.

“Wait… is that red eyeliner?” again, how could he pull off

Kaiser nodded once again.

“Yeah, I went to a Korean Stylist, and she recommended me this. It deepens my stare, right?” he said while approaching even more to you, leaving just a lil bit of space between you two

“Michael Kaiser, you’re such a diva” you said with a smirk

“Liebling, It's all for you. I told you I would make everything right, so there would be no reason or excuse to reject me," he said firmly, "so now tell me. I have dressed up and get presentable so that you will finally accept my proposal. If you refuse me again, I will stop trying. Tell me, would you like to go out with me?" Kaiser asked again, nervous to hear your answer. He had done everything he could, now all he could do was wait for your answer and hope for the best.

“I mean, if you tell me where your eyeliner comes from, of course.” you said with a smirk

He smiled at your answer. He put his hand in his pocket and tossed you the eyeliner you asked for. You gasped when you realised it was from YvesSaintLaurent.

"There you are, although this colour won't suit you. You don't have my colour palette," Kaiser said confidently as he called a taxi. "Let's take a taxi, we are already late for our tattoo appointment."

You followed him, saving the eyeliner on your pocket coat.

"All right, but you're paying for it," you said, staring at him, he just rolled his eyes as he opened the door for you.

“I never expected anything else, everything for you Liebling".

[fyeahdpr]

[Article] Lifestyle Asia HK

DPR is coming to Hong Kong for their ‘The Dream Reborn’ world tour this December 

UPDATED: AUG 09, 2024 01:38 PM HKT  |  3 MIN READ | BY KRITI NAYYAR

Members of DPR, or Dream Perfect Regime, are returning to Hong Kong for a concert in December. DPR Ian, DPR Cream and DPR Artic will be coming to the city as a part of their upcoming 2024 ‘The Dream Reborn’ world tour, which will kick off in July with multiple shows in Seoul.

Hong Kong isn’t the only Asian city on their list. The artists will also head to Singapore, Jakarta, Kuala Lumpur, Bangkok as well as New Taipei City. Keep reading to know everything about DPR’s concert in Hong Kong, including the date, ticketing details and more.CultureDPR Ian opens up about his endless love for tattoos, music, and storytellingWhat's OnUnmissable concerts and music festivals in Hong Kong and Macau in 2024

DPR concert in Hong Kong: Date, ticketing details and more

As announced on DPR’s Instagram handle, the trio will be coming to Hong Kong on December 22, 2024. They’ll finally head to New Taipei City on December 28 before wrapping up their world tour. Tickets for the Hong Kong concert will go on sale on August 16 at 10 am local time. Fans can also grab their spot via a pre-sale which begins on August 14 at 10 am local time via KKTIX.

Tickets cost HKD 1588 (VIP), HKD 1188, HKD 988, and HKD 788. The VIP package includes a category one ticket entry, early entry to the venue, first access to the merchandise, VIP laminate and lanyard, and a meet-and-greet with DPR Artic, DPR Cream, and DPR Ian. The meet-and-greet also includes a Q&A session and a group photo.https://www.instagram.com/p/C-b17NxPG7e/embed/?cr=1&v=14&wp=1080&rd=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.lifestyleasia.com&rp=%2Fhk%2Fwhats-on%2Fevents-whats-on%2Fdpr-hong-kong-concert-2024-date-venue-ticket-details-and-more%2F#%7B%22ci%22%3A0%2C%22os%22%3A1728%2C%22ls%22%3A1643%2C%22le%22%3A1664.0000000000002%7D

Moreover, the upcoming concerts won’t feature DPR live, who announced last year that he’s taking a hiatus from the group to release music under his real name, Hong Da-bin.

DPR ‘The Dream Reborn’ world tour 2024: Full schedule 

July 2024

Seoul, South Korea: July 13

Seoul, South Korea: July 14

September 2024

Vancouver, British Columbia: September 9

Seattle, Washington: September 10

Oakland, California: September 13

Los Angeles, California: September 15

Phoenix, Arizona: September 16

Denver, Colorado: September 18

Irving, Texas: September 20

Houston, Texas: September 22

Atlanta, Georgia: September 24

Washington, D.C.: September 27

New York, New York: September 28

Boston, Massachusetts: September 30

October 2024

Toronto, Ontario: October 2

Chicago, Illinois: October 4

Mexico City, Mexico: October 12

Sao Paulo, Brazil: October 14

Santiago, Chile: October 18

Buenos Aires, Argentina: October 20

London, United Kingdom: October 27

Tilburg, Netherlands: October 30

Berlin, Germany: October 31

November 2024

Copenhagen, Denmark: November 2

Warsaw, Poland: November 5

Frankfurt, Germany: November 7

Milan, Italy: November 10

Barcelona, Spain: November 12

Paris, France: November 14

December 2024

Auckland, New Zealand: December 4

Sydney, New South Wales: December 6

Melbourne, Victoria: December 10

Singapore: December 12

Jakarta, Indonesia: December 14

Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia: December 18

Bangkok, Thailand: December 20

Hong Kong: December 22

New Taipei City, Taiwan: December 28

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(Feature image credit: dpr_official/ Instagram)

Note: The information in this article is accurate as of the date of publication.

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WRITTEN BY: Kriti Nayyar |

Senior Digital Writer, Wellness, Culture, Astrology, Tech

Kriti is a stay-at-home dog mama, whose knack for telling interesting stories keeps her erstwhile monotonous life sane. A literature & journalism degree holder, you'll find her binging on Agatha Christie novels while critiquing the everyday state of affairs. On Kriti's seldom social outings, she's seen devouring coffee sangria with appetizing bread on the side.

https://www.lifestyleasia.com/hk/whats-on/events-whats-on/dpr-hong-kong-concert-2024-date-venue-ticket-details-and-more/

[mymbios]

Cezanne Baron, 28, grew up with a passport in one hand and a sketchbook in the other. Born in Bordeaux, France, to Jacques (56) and Vivienne Baron (55), vineyard consultants who traveled the world for their work, Cezanne’s childhood was defined by constant movement. Her parents’ passion for winemaking took them from the lush vineyards of Tuscany to the sun-drenched valleys of South Africa, and she quickly developed an appreciation for diverse cultures and landscapes. While she was an only child, Cezanne never felt lonely, as her sketchbook became her constant companion, a canvas to capture the vibrant people, places, and patterns she encountered.

Cezanne’s artistic flair was evident from a young age. While other children played games, she spent hours drawing intricate patterns inspired by the Moroccan tiles she saw on family trips or sketching delicate cherry blossoms after a visit to Japan. Her parents encouraged her creativity, even as they prioritized their nomadic lifestyle. They made sure she had access to art classes and supplies no matter where they landed, fostering a deep love for self-expression.

In her late teens, Cezanne settled in Paris to study graphic design at university, but the confines of digital art felt uninspiring compared to the tactile beauty she had experienced growing up. While visiting Berlin on a solo trip, she wandered into a tattoo parlor, struck by the artistry and intimacy of creating permanent designs on skin. After a long conversation with the shop owner, Cezanne realized she had found her calling. She apprenticed at the studio and spent the next few years honing her craft, combining her passion for travel and art into a unique style that blends global influences with personal storytelling.

Cezanne’s tattoos are celebrated for their intricate, culturally inspired designs—delicate lotus flowers with an Indian flair, African tribal patterns, and Japanese-inspired wave motifs. Her work often feels like a journey itself, weaving her clients’ stories into art that becomes part of them forever.

Despite her adventurous spirit, Cezanne has a grounded, thoughtful nature. She’s known for her calm demeanor and the ability to put anyone at ease. A natural listener, she believes in creating meaningful connections with her clients, often taking the time to understand their emotions and stories before starting a piece. Outside of work, she remains deeply curious and loves to explore new cuisines, read travel memoirs, and hike in nature. She’s also an avid photographer, using her camera to capture the fleeting beauty of the places she visits, adding to her ever-growing collection of inspiration.

Cezanne currently spends her time traveling to collaborate with other tattoo artists worldwide. Her parents, now semi-retired, love seeing how she’s turned their nomadic lifestyle into a source of artistic inspiration. They’re proud of the life she’s created, one that allows her to honor the world’s diversity and beauty through her art.