#tattoo studio brussels

[dcviated]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

what’s your phone wallpaper : oh it is in need of changing since its been the same for about half a year... the lock screen is Horn's E2 art from AK because she's cool and was the most wanted 6* I had for a good while ahaha. The background is some art of Ryza from the third game which looks real nice. I ought to change them both at this point. last song you listened to : Spotify DJ is currently playing Running Out of Time - Paramore, I can dig it! last movie : I also just saw the Mario movie on Sunday. It was really good and I had fun, but god some of the music choice just killed some of it... the DK racetrack especially they had an original composed song and it was so sglaksjdlfjsdkl last show : been watching plenty of anime this season, the last thing I was playing was Otaku Elf, I think. Kinda cute. But Kamikatsu is the one to keep an eye on because its over the top insane. And the studio knows it. what are you wearing right now : Tan khaki shorts, and a very lazy purple t-shirt... bare foot... it was a very lazy work from home Tuesday!!! but I'm going out to a lake tomorrow for work so I'll be dressing up more for that :V piercings / tattoos? : none to be had, but plenty of scars glasses ? contacts? : I'm pretty sure I'm on the verge of needing glasses at this point. My wife had the exact same prescription as me at our last checkup 5ish years ago, and she opted to get some for driving but I thought I was fine... now? well, might need another checkup to confirm last thing you ate? : we made bourbon brown sugar porkchops with an apple jam pan sauce, roasted brussel sprouts, and mashed sweet potatoes. very homey meal that tasted good. favorite color(s) : gemtones, blue purple greens current obsession : It's wobbling back and forth right now. I'm enjoying HSR but Warframe may get its hooks in me if I can hit a stride. Otherwise I'm mostly vibing. do you have a crush right now? : my wife (: favorite fictional character : I could never pick one are you crazy. My canon roster offers plenty that I enjoy. But if we went far back enough I think Bowser (particularly RPG portrayals) will take the cake for the all time favorite.

tagged by: @shadowborders thank!!! tagging: take, eat, do with this what you wish-

[therecordchanger62279]

RANKING THE ROLLING STONES CATALOG

This is something I've been thinking about doing for some time. The Rolling Stones have been my favorite band since The Beatles broke up. I own nearly the entire catalog, and, like everyone else, I have my favorites, and opinions on what's good and what isn't. It's a bit of a task to rank them because there are so many, and because there really are no bad Stones albums. So a list like this is relative.

But I was on Wikipedia looking at the discography, and they had them listed by studio, live, official bootlegs, and compilations. That made it much easier.

If you don't see it listed here, I don't own it - except for compilations. There are so many of them, and after awhile they're redundant. So I listed the ones I have that are relevant to me. For example, Hot Rocks 1964-1971 did not make the list even though it's one of the biggest selling records in the band's history (if not the biggest). But if you already had the first two hits collections, Big Hits, and Through The Past Darkly, Hot Rocks was unnecessary. And it's been eclipsed countless times since with bigger sets, and maybe better sound. Even though I own it, it's not on the list. (But its followup, More Hot Rocks is because that one collects a lot of odd album tracks, songs from EPs, and an alternate take or two. It's also got a very cool cover.)

The Official Bootlegs list collects everything I own (there's a download only I'm missing, and probably don't need), but the set lists are often very similar so the rankings are not as definitive as the other lists. I might prefer one because there are a few rarely played tracks on the setlist. Or maybe there are a couple of special guests. Or maybe the band and audience are especially hot that night. I've never heard a bad Rolling Stones show, so you really can't go wrong with any of them. My favorites are often tied to the years those particular tours happened because the set lists might favor an album or two from that time that I really love. Year of release is in parentheses.

      Studio

  1. Sticky Fingers (1971)

  2. Aftermath (US) (1966)

  3. Exile on Main St. (1972)

  4. Let It Bleed (1969)

  5. Beggar's Banquet (1968)

  6. It's Only Rock 'N' Roll (1974)

  7. Some Girls (1978)

  8. 12X5 (1964)

  9. Out of Our Heads (1965)

10. Black & Blue (1976)

11. Blue & Lonesome (2016)

12. Tattoo You (1981)

13. The Rolling Stones Now! (1964)

14. Goats Head Soup (1973)

15. Steel Wheels (1989)

16. December’s Children (1965)

17. A Bigger Bang (2005)

18. Voodoo Lounge (1994)

19. Undercover (1983)

20. England’s Newest Hitmakers (1964)

21. Hackney Diamonds (2023)

22. Dirty Work (1986)

23. Emotional Rescue (1980)

24. Bridges to Babylon (1997)

25. Between the Buttons (1967)

26. Their Satanic Majesties Request (1967)

       Live

   1. El Mocambo (1977)

   2. Shine A Light (2008)

   3. Ladies and Gentlemen: The Rolling Stones (2017)

   4. On Air (2017)

   5. Love You Live (1977)

   6. Get Yer Ya-Ya’s Out (1970)

   7. Live Licks (2004)

   8. Flashpoint (1991)

   9. Stripped (1995)

 10. Still Life (1982)

 11. Got Live If You Want It! (1966)

 12. The Rolling Stones Rock and Roll Circus

 13. No Security (1998)

        Official Bootlegs

    1. Some Girls: Live in Texas 1978 (2011)

    2. The Marquee Club Live in 1971 (2015)

    3. Brussels Affair (Live 1973) (2011)

    4. Havana Moon (2016)

    5. Sweet Summer Sun (2013)

    6. L.A. Friday (Live 1975) (2012)

    7. Live at the Checkerboard Lounge, Chicago 1981 (2012)

    8. Steel Wheels – Live (2020)

    9. Voodoo Lounge Uncut (2018)

  10. Hampton Coliseum (Live 1981) (2012)

  11. A Bigger Bang – Live on Copacabana Beach (2021)

  12. Live at Leeds (Live 1982) (2012)

  13. Live at the Tokyo Dome (Live 1990) (2012)

  14. Licked Live In NYC (2022)

  15. Live 1965: Charlie Is My Darling (2014)

  16. Sticky Fingers Live (2015)

  17. No Security San Jose ’99 (2018)

  18. Bridges to Bremen (2019)

  19. Bridges to Buenos Aires (2019)

  20. Grrr Live! (2023)

  21. Totally Stripped (2016)

         Compilations

     1. Flowers (1967)

     2. More Hot Rocks (Big Hits & Fazed Cookies) (1972)

     3. The Singles 1963-1965 (2004)

     4. The Singles 1965-1967 (2004)

     5. Big Hits (High Tide & Green Grass) (1966)

     6. Through the Past Darkly (Big Hits Vol. 2) (1969)

     7. Made in The Shade (1975)

     8. Forty Licks (2002)

     9. Metamorphosis (1975)

   10. Jump Back: The Best of the Rolling Stones (2004)

[cakejerry]

Ive always hated this song but check out my slay: pjm2 sounding like kim lip eclipse. The dilapidated factory in brussels or wherever he went + the hot spring + his tattoos + the fact that he wont be here to sing it live whiich means they can really crank the autotune and let him go crazy on the studio version omg i SEE the vision

[bloodbecomeswater]

FULL CUSTOM JACKET exhibition with og107 utility shirts from the Vietnam War at LA BOUCHERIE MODERNE !!! RDV 20/06, 6:00pm with beers and music, see you there!

[handjobtattooberlin]

Medusa classic DELUXE ☄️💖🔮 . . Made with love @under_score_brussels for the greaaaat Dolan ! So happy to ink you here it’s such a chill vibe ! . 🔮cleinow.booking@gmail.com . . #handjobtattoo #gaelcleinow #tattoo #bruxelles #brussels #ink #private #studio #medusa #blackwork (at Brussels, Belgium) https://www.instagram.com/p/CL1te-ah6hs/?igshid=lxnyld4c8xsl

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Just a Wolfish Thought #7

Thoughts ML | Story ML

Come meet Mason, the OC based on this thought, here.

So, I was thinking about my trip to Brussels to visit the Brussels Tattoo Convention this weekend, a new source of inspiration I found last night and an old taboo trope I love.

And now I’m stuck with the thought of a dorky yet (extremely) possessive alternative/goth werewolf stepbrother who is also a tattoo artist.

- Takes you with him to every convention he’ll be working at. Doesn’t matter if you actually have time or not.

- He’ll be packing both your bags if he thinks you’re not getting to it fast enough.

- Continuously tells you to stay close whenever you two go to stretch your legs between appointments.

- Or when you want to look around the booths and he tags along, whether you want to or not.

- Always holds your hand or has his arm around your waist.

- Growls at anyone he thinks is looking at you in a way he doesn’t like.

- You’re his territory. Yes, you might be his little (literally and figuratively) step sister, but he doesn’t care about your parents being together. He wants and needs YOU.

- He gets flustered when you compliment his jewellery (chains and rings) or tell him he looks good when he tries out a necklace, set of earrings or plugs he isn’t sure about.

- Could combust on the spot when you say he looks good wearing his glasses. However, since he is a tsundere through and through, he’ll grunt and avert his gaze with rosy cheeks.

- He lives for your approval. Be it in the bedroom, regarding his tattoos and tattoo designs, or when it comes to anything casual like outfits or meals.

- That being said, he makes sure you’re well taken care of.

- This is also part of the reason he basically demands you drop by the tattoo studio he works at after school or work. Whenever you have time, really.

- Hell, even when you don’t, he’ll find a way to make sure you do. He wants to make sure you’re safe and sound at all times.

- Despite his forceful manners, you still find yourself going to him as if out of instinct.

- Loves to paint your nails and remove your makeup at the end of the day, sitting either on your bed or on the edge of the tub (depending on where you’ve decided to have your skin care routine today).

- Keeps your head steady by wrapping his hand around your throat when removing your makeup or applying skin care. Even when it’s technically not necessary, he’ll still do it.

- Anyone who doesn’t know you’re step siblings mistakes him for your boyfriend.

- And he has a hard time correcting the person when they make that wrong assumption since he wants for it to be true.

- Loves having you in his lap as he draws.

- Or sleeping next to him, you being his secret cure to the nightmares he suffers from.

- Immediately goes to you as soon as he’s human again on the morning after the full moon.

- Imagine the first time he did, standing next to your bed, buck-naked and muzzled with heavy chains around his neck, wrists and ankles. He didn’t say he crawled home and up the stairs to your bedroom because he wanted you to take his ‘safety measures’ off.

- He held the keys out to you, eyes dim yet gleaming with hopeful expectation. Seeing how tired and beat he looked, you obliged and removed the chains and muzzle.

- Neither of you said anything afterwards. He simply nudged for you to scoot over so he could slip beneath the sheets next to you.

- He shows up like that at least once a month now.

- But you don’t mind since he’s your feral wolf.

[hee-blee-art]

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comics/scenes

[ID: a lineless drawing of 6 silhouettes standing on an orange cliff looking at a tall rock formation that is vaguely shaped like an angel against a cluster of dark clouds. end ID]

[ID: a comic page that shows two young men recording video with a camcorder, surprised to see that the video becomes corrupted. end ID]

[ID: a grid featuring four comic pages. 1) a panel of two people embrace inside a large shattered glass sphere with the sun setting in the open desert behind them, followed by a panel of one of them alone looking up at a black hole in the night sky; 2) a full page panel of several people standing in the snow by a frozen lake with a large chunk of ice that has just been cut out of the lake and has a curled up human figure frozen inside of it; 3) a panel of a young Black person smiling and drawing in a sketchbook shown on a DSLR camera screen, followed by a close-cropped panel of the same person in a hospital bed; and 4) a five panel page of two people talking outside of a neon-lit store at night, one of them stamping out a cigarette and the other wiping away tears as they approach a car and ask if they can get going. end ID]

[ID: a sketched comic page of a humanoid monster receiving a fruit bouquet with a note labelled “love, your secret admirer.” the monster is unimpressed and ponders if they should confront the secret admirer about stalking them. end ID]

[ID: a digital drawing in ink hatch style depicting a scene from bram stoker’s dracula featuring jonathan harker looking frightened in a mirror and count dracula touching his shoulder. end ID]

backgrounds

[ID: a scene of a small quaint studio apartment with a mattress on the floor and an exposed brick wall. end ID]

[ID: a grid of 4 digitally drawn scenes. 1) a pastel candy store, 2) a colourful but rundown abandoned mall, 3) a bright cartoonish kitchen, and 4) a similarly bright and cartoonish primary school classroom with dark windows. end ID]

[ID: a neat and muted pastel office with cubicles and a glassed-in board room. end ID]

tattoo designs

[ID: a page of 7 tattoo designs. 1) a cherub angel with several sets of wings, 2) a circle of butterflies with smiley faces, 3) a lock of hair tied with a ribbon, 4) a stylized sun behind 3 stalks of wheat and a baguette broken in half, 5) slices of orange and sprigs of rosemary, 6) two pansies, and 7) a section of a loaf of bread wrapped with string. end ID]

items/objects

[ID: a grid of 3 digital illustrations. 1) a desk with several cassette tapes, human teeth, a bloody mug, a vintage style microphone, and a VHS tape labelled “cleaverdream” on it and a tube TV with a VCR player and a lamp behind them; 2) a raw steak next to a glass of milk with drops of blood in it against a dark background; and 3) a page featuring studies of several food items, including strawberry sandwiches, a Chinese hot dog bun, elotes, and brussel sprouts. end ID]

logos, patterns, & graphic designs

[ID: a grid of 5 graphic designs. 1) a distressed, worn, and distorted two-headed deer logo with the text “weird deer vacation resort;” 2) a similarly distressed slice of pizza with an eye on it and the text “freaky pizza, open 24/7″ over it; 3) a cartoon baby doll head with dark brown skin and brown wings with the text “angel” above it; 4) a red logo of stylized evergreen trees next to the text “red cedar mall” on a memphis pattern background; and 5) a layered text logo of the word “eyesore” with a half closed eye design on either side on top of a candy pattern background. end ID]

misc.

[ID: a dramatically lit illustration of two tigers in a dark space lit by one strip of light. one tiger looks directly at the viewer with glowing orange eyes and blood dripping from its maw, and the other licks the face of the first. end ID]

[ID: a digital painting of two humanoid characters in a pose that references the creation of adam by michaelangelo. end ID]

[ID: a lineless drawing of chuck e. cheese happily body stimming by flapping his hands surrounded by star effects. end ID]

[ID: a simple animation of a small cartoon frog dressed in a raincoat, a brimmed hat, and rubber boots sitting underneath a large mushroom in the rain. end ID]

[ID: a mock poster that references VHS horror covers featuring jessica locke from the series marble hornets covering her face and looking upwards with fear at a large shadow across a collection of pieces of paper with eyes drawn on them. the text on the poster reads “marble hornets presents: always watching,” and includes the tag signatures “cleaverdream” and “hee-blee-art.” end ID]

[ID: a reference sheet for etienne “ten” grenier, who is labelled as 24 years old, and uses he, they, and she pronouns, shown in grayscale with accents of red and pink. ten, a Black person with medium dark skin and fairly short 4C curly hair dressed in jeans, a jacket, large boots, and holding a camera, is shown from the front and the side, and beside her is the contents of her backpack, which includes snacks, pills, keys, a sports drink, and batteries. end ID]

[ID: a drawing of clockwork from the series danny phantom, a blue ghost in a purple cloak, drinking a cup of tea. end ID]

[ID: a drawing of two humanoid creatures, angel clown, a clown in with long pink hair in a light coloured outfit with several eyes drawn on their face, and clown angel, a floating shadowy figure with several sets of multicoloured wings and eyes and a stained glass style halo, holding hands with one another. end ID]

[ID: a scene of two anthropomorphic characters, marina and ash, where marina is doing ash’s halloween skeleton makeup. marina is a fat merperson with teal scales and an undercut style fin on top of her head dressed in a black dress with lacy sleeves and spider pattern tights, and ash is a thin spider-person with brown fur, six arms, and eight eyes. behind them is some striped wallpaper and jack-o-lantern string lights. end ID]

[ID: an illustration of a cluster of objects, including: an ashtray, a cupid cherub doll with a bow, bottle caps, twisting branches with white flowers, a moth with a skull pattern, a skull with lipstick kiss marks, a valentine heart with two disembodied eye balls, a mug of pink soda, a ring with a pink gem, a suit collar and bow tie, and a chain of dangling rusty and old looking crosses. end ID and end of post]

[insectark]

INSECT ARK TOUR DATES FALL 2021

23/09 - Berlin DE - Borsig Amp Fest @ Kesselhaus Herzberge 25/09 - Tábor CZ - Hatumoa Tattoo Studio 26/09 - Vernéřovice CZ - Soulkostel w/ UKWLT / Otra Vez 27/09 - Prague CZ - Underdogs w/ + UKWLT 29/09  - Brussels BE - Cafe Central w/ Sum of R 30/09 - Lille FR - La Malterie w/ Sum of R 01/10 -  Ghent  BE - Consouling Sounds 24 Hours of Deep Listening Festival 29/10 - Vienna AT -  Volkstheater Roter Salon / Peter Cat's

[lucidpantone]

Chapter 1: Visitations

Someone recently asked the tag if Sander and Robbe stayed together forever. Here’s a fic giving you the answer. Thanks for the inspiration.

Read the rest on Ao3.

Autumn always brought along rich tones of vanilla, cinnamon and all-spice into Robbe’s landscape. Robbe loved the autumn colors, shades of sun-burnt orange, vermillion and chartreuse sprinkle across the leaves that littered the pavement on his route to work. Its like he could taste the change of seasons ahead but it also gave him cause for concern. A visitation session was surely on the horizon. Sander was like a rolex watch when it came to anything Bowie related. Robbe was sure that cat was the love of Sander’s life. He found Bowie abandoned on the streets of Antwerp as a kitten and saved him from certain death. Robbe can still recall the day he came through the door with something nuzzled inside his leather jacket.

“Sander, we can’t keep it.” Robbe retorted as Sander gently cradled the kitty against his chest rocking it back and forth. “We just got this apartment I don’t even know if were allowed pets. I’m slammed at university, your never here, and your always at work or at the studio”.

Robbe knew this discussion was pointless. Sander just kept pouting at all of Robbe’s logical reasoning, flashing his puppy dog eyes at him and holding up the tiny kitten to Robbe’s face as a defense. Robbe just rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in defeat.  

“Ugh… okay …. Fine. God I hate you sometimes Driesen.”

“Love you too” Sander replied, pressing a soft kiss on Robbe’s jawline with a victorious smile plastered across his face.

“So, what are we going to name it?” Robbe asked looking down at the tiny creature who was literally the size of Sander’s palm.

Sander frowned. He almost looked offended by Robbe’s question.

“Bowie, of course. I mean his all black with a white lightening bolt on his belly. He's obviously a Bowie.”

Robbe found Sander’s response endearing. So much so he didn’t have the heart to tell him that that white striped looked nothing like a lightning bolt but he went with it anyways.

“Bowie, it is.” Robbe said as he leaned into Sander’s chest to pet the tiny kitten. Sander immediately cautioning him before he even laid a hand on the cat.

“Go slow, his sensitive okay”. Robbe couldn’t help but smile at his boyfriend’s protective reflexes.

There it was. The text Robbe had been dreading since the animal clinic called him earlier in the week to confirm Bowie’s appointment.

Taking Bowie to the vet on Saturday. I should get to Brussels around 7 tonight. Does that work for you? - Sander

7 works. - Robbe

Robbe grunted and slid down his desk chair.

“What’s up with you?” Lia asked.

“Oh nothing” Robbe quickly perked up and sat up on his chair. He didn’t want to be caught sulking at work.

“Do you think you can have the club estimation ready for next Wednesday?” Lia asked.

Robbe was the youngest architect at his firm. So he always felt like he was slightly faking it or suffering from imposter syndrome. He had only just completed his certification and was lucky enough that the firm he apprenticed at for two years offered him a full time job upon graduation.

Lia was the second youngest she had graduated a year earlier. They spent a lot of time together dealing with all the young trendy clients who wanted to do renovations on shoestring budgets.

“What time is it?” Lia asked Robbe.

“Half past 5” Robbe shouted back.

“On a Friday” Lia scoffed. “Let’s get out of here. I need a drink after this week.”

Robbe nodded his head towards the door and both of them sprung up off their chairs collecting their paperwork and turning off their computers.

Robbe began to take off his shirt and tie exposing his black tshirt underneath. He hated his nine to five attire but the firm had a strict dress code policy. Shirt and trousers.

“I hate this tie” Robbe grunted loudly as he forcefully ripped it off himself.

“Well you wouldn’t have to wear it if you weren’t so damn cool” Lia teased him.

“Firstly Thibaut is over exaggerating they are not neck tattoos. You can barely see them.” Robbe dramatically threw his hands up.

“I mean you can totally see them…..what are they again?” Lia asked sarcastically.

“Shut up” Robbe started pushing Lia towards the door.

Grabbing his black jacket and man bag off the coat rack on the other side of the office practically skipping towards Lia who was leaning against the door frame waiting for Robbe to hurry up.

As he got to her she held her hand against his chest examining the three tiny icons placed directly at the bottom of his throat underneath his adams apple.

“A lightning bolt, a half moon and….”

Robbe finished her sentence for her “ The other half of a ying yang. The white half.”

“How hipster of you” Lia said curiously.

“I guess, or better yet the mistakes of a misspent youth.” Robbe smugly replied.

“Misspent youth???” Lia laughed out. “Robbe your only twenty five”.

Robbe rolled his eyes he felt like he was thirty five sometimes. “Almost twenty six for your information. Come on now, I need a beer” he grabbed onto Lia’s hand and started dragging her out the door.

“We aren’t going to Belgica?” Lia shouted back to him as they walked down the street.

“Why not?” Robbed asked confused.

“Because your too pretty for your own good Robbe and we spend half the night fighting off every gay boy in there trying to get your attention.”

“Stop it Lia.”

“It’s true Robbe. You got that whole rebel rebel graduated up skater boy vibe and that damn mop of hair. Your like a billboard for shampoo or something. Plus your single.”

Robbe was blushing. Lia was too sweet she always made him feel special in her own teasing way. She was like the big sister he never had.

“Ok you choose” Robbe surrender.

“Noir it is” Lia responded.

Robbe looked at his phone and checked the time 5:42.

Robbe liked Lia but he didn’t want her privy to his messy love life. She had already lived through Robbe and Lucas’s break up.

Did she really need to know anymore about him.

Robbe paused for a moment and thought fuck it.

Meet me at Bar Noir at 7. -Robbe

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As Robbe reached over the sink to grab some paper towels he simultaneously ran his right hand through his hair and looked up into the mirror. His eyes inadvertently darted towards the text peeking out underneath the sleeve of his tshirt. He inhaled sharply vividly recalling the memory of his nineteen year self play fighting with Sander because he wanted to see it.

“Show me,I know you got another one” Sander walked around his boyfriend inspecting Robbe’s body contemplating which part of him to undress first. As he slowly began tugging at his hoodie a huge cheshire grin appeared across Robbe’s face.

“Got him” Sander thought. He finally managed to get Robbe’s hoodie off when he saw the cling film wrapped around Robbe’s right bicep. Sander grabbed Robbe’s right wrist turning it upwards to face him and lifting it slightly to uncover the text on Robbe’s inner arm. It was a simple three word phrase but it was “their” phrase and what Robbe repeated to Sander when things got overwhelming for him. In a slightly hushed voice Sander read the phrase out loud “minuut per minuut”.

Robbe broke out of his daze. Pulling himself out of the memory.

Robbe headed back out the bathroom into the boisterous Friday night afterwork bar crowd.

Another shot of whiskey? Lia shouted from the bar.

“No,no” Robbe was signaling to her. He wanted to make sure he was somewhat sober for his impending meet up with Sander. They hadn’t seen one another since Chernobyl at the beginning of the summer.

Robbe snaked through the crowd till he reached Lia at the bar. They stood shoulder to shoulder as she knocked back her shot and chased it down with some beer.

“You should know my ex is probably going to show up here any minute now”. Robbe swiftly mentioned.

“You and Lucas are talking again?” Lia said with optimism in her voice.

Robbe quickly broke eye contact and shook his head. It still stung to hear Lucas’s name. It had been a few months but everything was still a bit raw for him.

“No the other one.” Lia instantly scowled at Robbe’s omission.

Robbe jokingly tapped her shoulder with the back of his hand as they walked towards a bar table with their beers in hand “come on don’t do that… you don’t even know him”.

“I don't need to know him, I know his type.” Lia shouted over the crowd as she scooted herself onto a bar stool.

“Extremely good looking” Robbe acknowledged that as Lia counted Sander’s qualities off with her fingers.  

“Mysterious but in that deeply troubled kind of way” Lia formed a peace sign with her hands at her second observation.

“Mindblowing sex” Lia held three fingers up towards Robbe’s face now.

“Oh and let me guess” Lia leaned into Robbe’s face real closely. “He broke up with you?”

Robbe chuckled “You know me too well Lia”.

“No I don’t. Like I said I know the type” She stated as she chugged down more of her beer.

“Speak of the devil”. Robbe gestured towards the door.

Lia looked up wide eye. Robbe was used to this reaction. Years of seeing others getting enamored by Sander’s beauty.

His lunar white hair a relic of the past. Sander was a brunette now. His natural copper tone brown hair framed his perfectly chiseled face. A jawline for days.

“Oh now I get it. I would have chernobyl(d) with him too”. Lia said a little too enthusiastically never taking her eyes off Sander as he spotted Robbe and started walking over to them.

Lia broke her gaze and quickly looked up and down Robbe’s body. “So what is your dick made out of gold or something” Lia questioned Robbe.

Robbe scoffed. “What”

“I mean you obviously attract a type. Smoking hot with pretty eyes” leaning her body slightly towards Robbe and opening her hand up like she was begging for Robbe to tell her his secret.

Sander reached their table.

Lia let out a barely audible “God I wish my exes looked like yours” as she raised her glass of beer to her mouth.

“Hey” Sander said as he took off his leather jacket exposing his arms covered in intricate tattoos sliding onto the opposing bar stool across from Robbe. The table was one of those cylinder bar tops that had Robbe and Sander awkwardly rubbing shoulder to shoulder both looking strait on towards Lia.

Sander looked at Robbe for a second too long waiting for him to introduce him to his friend.

Robbe’s mind finally caught up with his manners.

“Lia this is Sander, Sander this is Lia. We work together.” Sander reached out to shake Lia‘s hand.

“Nice to meet you” Sander responded.

“We’re just going to finish up our drinks and then we can head out” Robbe explained to Sander.

“Yeah that's fine. Gives me time to roll” as he pulled out rolling paper out of his back pocket and placed it on the bar table.

“How was the driv...?” unbeknownst to Robbe, Lia abruptly cut him out of his own conversation. “You drove here?” she questioned Sander. Sander nodded. Her eager curiosity getting the best of her. “Where from?”

“Antwerp, I live there” Sander responded flaty. He could tell Robbe’s friend was a little curious about him. God knows what Robbe had told her about him.

“What are you doing in Brussels?” Lia questioned some more.

Sander attempting to look busy as he rolled a joint.

Sander hated people trying to figure him out. He was the private type didn't like to give strangers to many details about himself but this was Robbe’s friend so he had to play nice.

Sander rested his right forearm against the table as he sprinkle tobacco onto the rolling paper.

That’s when he noticed Robbe’s friend attentively examining the tattoo on his wrist.

“It's a constellations.” Sander responded in a curt tone.

“Yeah I know what it is” Lia explained. “I see it everyday. It's the same one Robbe has on his wrist right?”

Robbe’s eyes found Sander’s. Sander smirked back at him.

Robbe suddenly turning red at Lia’s discovery.

Sander finished rolling his joint licking it together. When he shifted his body towards Lia.

Robbe thought to himself “here we go”. He had seen this typical Sander performance before fueled with charm and bravato.

“Yeah it's one of mine” Sander shot a flirty smile at Lia as he stuck the joint behind his ear.

“I mean the design of course, not the person.” Sander winked making Lia giggle like a teenage girl.

Sander leaned straight into her personal space. Making her slightly pull back. Sander was making her nervous.

“If your interested I have a tattoo shop in Antwerp I could ink you sometime. You can get this exact tattoo or something personalized from me to you.”

Sander slowly pulled away from Lia’s orbit leaving her slightly flushed.

Robbe chuckled a little to loudly. Sander shot him a boyish grin in return. Well aware that Robbe knew what game he was playing.

Robbe found these exchanges very amusing. It took Sander a mere 5 minutes to get his coworker from denouncing him to having her completely giddy and wrapped around his little finger.

When Robbe was younger these interactions use to really bother him. Make him feel insecure like Sander could get anyone he wanted what was he doing with Robbe.

But now it was just amusing to Robbe. It solidified what Robbe already knew which was no one really knew the real Sander. What Lia was seeing now was Sander peacocking at his best.

Lia broke out of her spell as she fumbled through her words a little and stated. “I think I want something custom. It’d be weird if we all had identical tattoo’s?”

“Oh there not identical” Sander stated as he grabbed Robbe’s beer off the table and took a large gulp into his mouth. Robbe gawked at him unimpressed.

Can you spot the difference? Sander suddenly took a hold of Robbe’s hand and slammed both their forearms onto the table towards Lia direction.

Robbe’s coworker leaned in super closely to examine their forearms as their hands were clasped together.

It didn’t take long for Lia to uncover what made each tattoo unique. Each forearm had a perfectly placed red planet in the middle of it (maybe Mars) with an orbital belt surrounding it. There was a moon and stars and another distance planet in the background(maybe Saturn). There was one thing that looked out of place but also really beautiful. A large blossoming tree was growing out of the large center planet. There was also some cursive text placed horizontally on both Robbe and Sander’s wrist. Lia recited the text from left to right it started from Robbe wrist “All the way” and ended on Sander’s wrist “or no way”.

Lia's brow furrowed. As she looked at both males. “I don’t get it, what does it mean?”

Sander finally spoke up locking Robbe into his glare as the words slowly dripped out of his mouth. “All the way or no way”.

Robbe let go of Sander’s hand almost violently and spoke. It felt like he had kept quiet throughout Lia and Sander’s entire conversation. Like he just disappeared for a moment.

Robbe shot Lia a calculated smile.

“It doesn’t mean anything. Just something we use to say to one another when we were younger.”

Robbe began to get up and collect his jacket. Obviously implying that this little meetup was now over. It surprised Lia, Robbe was never this brash, almost rude. Lia was about to make some silly joke about ruining the night when Robbe sensed it and he did something he only ever did with clients. He gave Lia one of his stand down asshole smirks that halted anymore conversation. That let their clients know that negotiations were now over and this transaction had come to a close.

Lia scanned Sander’s face for some explanation. She saw a hint of reaction towards Robbe sudden harsh change in demeanor but it amused him. He seemed to like it.

Robbe finished putting his jacket on and soften again leaning into Lia to give her a kiss on the cheek and bid her good night. Flashing that calculated smile at her again.

He glanced back at Sander. He hadn’t moved.

“Get your jacket” Robbe demanded.

Sander began to get up and collect his things. Never breaking eye contact with Robbe a dark tonality hidden behind his eyes.

Lia was so confused. It’s like these two were speaking some unknown language only they understood but it was so strange. Lia knew Robbe but she rarely saw this side of him. It was slightly distance, spikey, but confident almost captivating. Its like this sweet, thoughtful and warm human morphed into someone else in front of her eyes but she couldn’t explain what he morphed into.

She wasn’t sure what she was looking at.

“Text me when you get home” Robbe whispered into her ear as he gave her one final kiss good night and walked towards the exit never looking back at Sander to check if he was coming with him.

Sander leaned in towards Lia giving her a kiss goodnight. Perfectly placing it a little too close to her mouth. It gave her butterflies she could almost taste him as he pulled back.

Lia's eyes followed him towards the door.

She sat there bewildered, puzzled, thinking to herself.

What was that? or better yet, who was that? and she wasn’t talking about Sander.

[mezzomercury]

Bohemian Rhapsody in Blue: Prologue

Heathrow Airport

May 2017

A tall, young woman arriving from New York was looking around the luggage claim in one of Heathrow’s many terminals, as if waiting for something or someone. She paced as much as she could, given she had large suitcase, a carry-on bag and a pet carrier than contained not one, but two cats inside, all on a trolley that she wheeled around. She scanned her eyes around the room, watching suitcases arrive from different parts of the world on the endless line of conveyor belts, watching their owners scramble to pick them up upon seeing them. She paused in her tracks, suddenly thinking about how her late father worked at this very same place, doing the same job as the luggage handlers that were seen all around the terminal. The young woman smiled to herself, trying to imagine her father as a youngster, with the long hair he had back then juxtaposed with the eyesore of a yellow vest that would have been part of his uniform. No matter how many times she was told about this throughout her life, she still couldn’t comprehend it. The idea of her father, who secured his place in history as a musical legend, starting off from humble beginnings at this very same airport with a blue-collar job seemed so impossible to her.

Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard a familiar whistle across the spacious corridor, causing her to perk up and look for who the sound belonged to. Scanning the room again, she found the person she was looking for: An elderly man, somewhere in his seventies, with silver hair, an almost cartoonish moustache, and his arms covered in tattoos, was waving in her direction with a big smile plastered on his face. She ran to him and put her trolley aside before giving him a great big hug. 

“Uncle Rog!” she exclaimed, half expecting him to pick her up just as he did when she was a child, but she was now slightly taller than him and was strong enough to probably do the same with him if he permitted. 

“There you are, Eliza dear!” he replied happily, offering to assist her with her luggage trolley once they broke their hug apart, “I swear, you get more beautiful everyday.” She smiled, blushing as he interrupted before she could respond, 

“We gotta get going, I’m parked right out front, but it’s not the most legal place!” 

She giggled and followed him out of the door towards his car. Some things will never change, she thought.

After both Roger and Eliza placed all of her belongings in the trunk of the car, Eliza got in the front seat, keeping her cat carrier with her on her lap as she sat down. Once Roger sat down in the driver’s seat he hastily turned on the ignition and pulled out of his parking spot, making his way towards the city. 

“Everything went well? Flight was smooth and all?” he asked, trying to make small talk as he noticed the woman beside him fumbling with her cat carrier. 

“Yeah, well, as well as it can be coming from JFK.” she joked while checking on her two cats. 

Both of her cats were hairless, with giant marble-like eyes, leading her to name them both Gollum and Smeagol upon adopting them. Roger chuckled and followed-up, 

“Your mum will be so happy to see you. She wanted to come with me, but she’s stuck in yet another rehearsal. You know how it is.” 

She nodded in response while looking out the window, contemplating the ultimate reason for her visit.

There was a brief moment of silence before Eliza quietly asked, “So, how’s the film going?” 

She was a bit reluctant to ask this, since she was still unsure about the idea of a movie being made about her father, but she knew it would happen eventually. Her question caused Roger to grin in excitement, as he felt like he was about to start rambling, 

“It’s going splendidly, dear. They haven’t started filming yet, but we already met the cast and crew, and everything is coming together quite nicely.”

 She listened intently as he added, 

“You should meet the guy who plays Fre--I mean, your dad. He’s absolutely perfect. I could have sworn it was your old man when I saw his audition tape.” 

This caused Eliza to sigh softly and with a slight tinge of sadness behind it. Her father died when she was only five years old, but not a day went by that she didn’t miss him, or even think about him. He was her first hero, he was the reason she got into music in the first place. All the songs she wrote, all the albums she released, all the awards she won; they were all for him. Frankly, she was disturbed by the notion that someone could try to portray her father, as if they were trying to replace him and take credit for his influence. Of course, she knew whoever this guy was, he probably wasn’t intending to do any of that, but it was still very off-putting that someone could apparently be “just like Freddie Mercury,” so to speak.

As these thoughts were racing through her mind, one of Eliza’s hands found itself fiddling with the locket around her neck, a gentle reminder that her father will always be with her, both literally and figuratively, as some of his ashes were safely kept inside it. It was a secret that she kept from the world, save for her other late father Jim, who gifted it to her. Now that he was also gone, she was the sole possessor of this knowledge of where Freddie’s remains were kept, and she preferred to keep it that way. Suddenly, she was startled as Roger noticed her spacing out, and was brought back to reality with him trying to speak to her again, 

“You can come down to the film studio sometime if you’d like. I’m sure everyone would love to meet you.” 

Her stomach dropped at the idea, but she nodded and tried her best to respond. 

“Yeah, sure. I’d like that.” 

She wasn’t sure if she would actually get the courage to do so, but the invitation was still there. While trying to change the subject, she then told her pseudo-uncle, 

“I gotta get together with Rory first. I’ve just been dying to see her.” 

Roger smiled as she mentioned his daughter. Rory and Eliza were as best of friends that anyone could get, even though they were across the pond now. They were inseparable as children, being that they were the same age, and both grew up into bright and vivacious women. Eliza even served as the maid of honor at Rory’s wedding a couple years ago, as Rory swore to do when the time came for her, if it ever happened. 

“Of course, dear. She’s been talking about this all week. Won’t shut up about it, if I’m being quite honest.” Roger joked, making Eliza giggle.

As the car hit a major traffic jam before entering Central London, Eliza found herself looking out the window again. What if I made a big mistake coming here? She thought to herself. Sure, she would get to see her mother, her family, and her friends, but with that also came the pain of losing both of her fathers resurfacing as it would. London would always be her home, but that home came with just as many bad memories as there were good ones. It was the biggest reason why she left to go to school in New York, and why she had no urge to return there once she graduated. She had a comfortable and relatively quiet life, with her brownstone townhouse in Brooklyn, her two cats whom she treated like her children, and her music career that she fully immersed herself into. Of course, she would have to occasionally step into the spotlight every time she released a new album or song, but at the end of the day, she had the choice to be very private with her personal life, coming and going into the media-driven limelight whenever she chose. Would this film alone destroy all of that? I was doing so well before all of this.

Eliza thoughts back to what her father Jim, “Papa” as she called him, would say to her throughout her formative years, “Just give it a try. You’ll never know if you like it or not until you do so.” 

Oddly enough, he first coined this expression when he was trying to get her to eat brussels sprouts when she was seven, but over time it struck a chord with her in a way she never imagined, as he began to use it for all sort of things she was hesitant to try. She eventually adopted it as sort of a mantra, turning it on in her mind like a record whenever she felt in need of it. It helped her get through a lot of the bumps in the road called life, and she said it to herself almost daily after Jim passed seven years ago. The memory of his endearing Irish brogue saying that phrase was something Eliza could hear exactly as he said it all those years ago. Now, in the context of going to a studio where they were making a movie about her other father’s life, risking opening old wounds that still felt so fresh, and the possibility of her reliving things that contributed to her Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, she heard it again at this moment that she probably needed it the most. Just give it a try. You’ll never know if you like it or not until you do so.

She took a deep breath in as Roger pulled the car in front of her mother’s flat in the elegant neighborhood of Knightsbridge, mustering up the courage to face what would become a very interesting period of time head-on. Alright, I’ll give it a go. I’ll do this for you, Daddy and Papa. I love you now and always.

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ART SCHOOL | INTERVIEW WITH LITTLE MADI | FRANCE

Paintings by the artist known as Little Madi is filled with a surreal and dream-like pastel landscapes filled with symbols and chimeras. Not only one thing, this freelance artist, painter and illustrator is also a tattoo artist who will be opening a tattoo studio in September! Let’s find out more about Madi – her artistic journey, her inspirations, and her work . . . 

Photograph courtesy of the artist | Portrait by Boris Frantz.

Introduce yourself?   My name is Madi.  I’m an artist currently living in Biarritz. I have an art studio there and I feel really lucky because I get to see the ocean everyday. :)

Tell us a little about your artistic journey.  How did you start from doodling and drawing to what you do now? I draw all the time, I always carry a notebook that I fill with notes, quotes, sketches and ideas. This is the starting point of all my work. For a canvas, I prepare a sketch from which I start my background. I try to work in layers; I spend a lot of time looking at my work; I analyze it and then I add some details step by step. I love to get lost in this process– It gives me the feeling that the composition is created by itself. I’m constantly searching for the best balance between colors, harmony and details.

How would you describe your work to someone who is just coming across it? My work is surreal and dreamlike inspired by my emotions and how I feel. I create an imaginary world filled with female characters, scenes involving animals, humans, chimeras, flowers and natural elements. My painting is both singular, intimate and endearing. I paint because I need to. It’s a private universe free from any boundaries. I always have trouble to define my style of painting because I constantly have the need to make it evolve and to give it a style of its own. 

Who and what were some of your early artistic influences? What artists inspire you these days? I’m inspired by everything that surrounds me, the people I see, a landscape, a precise moment, a sensation, a song, a memory … I’m in love with artistic movements like the surrealism & dadaism. I’m also really inspired by Picasso, Matisse, Henri Rousseau, Jean Cocteau, André Breton & Jerôme Bosch ( to name a few :) I also love different cultures and civilizations: the Mayans, Egypt, Mexico, African art ...

How has your style of drawing changed or evolved? What lead and allowed you to grow artistically? My style of drawing has evolved from a very detailed black & white style towards more colorful paintings. My work logic stays the same, but I visualize my ideas in colors and shapes in a different pictorial movement. I think that it is a logical evolution I grow, I learn, I change and my style evolves with me. What pushes me to evolve is my will of authenticity and sincerity. I try to be guided by my instincts. I am lucky to be surrounded by other artists it is a really positive energy: we share our thoughts, exchange ideas and listen to each other.

You’ve been working more with color and paints vs. drawing or working in black and white. When did you start working with paints and what do you enjoy about it that you might not have gotten from working with pen on paper? I started to paint when I was at the school of La Cambre in Brussels. Once I graduated, I worked as a freelance artist, and I did a lot of black & white illustrations. When I started my tattoo apprenticeship, a strong will for color and painting came back to me. It was like an evidence that I had to be more spontaneous– to get out of a frame and to escape. I always followed my instincts when I started a black & white drawing. I never had a clear idea of the result. It is the same thing now with my paintings, but the working process and the path I have to follow give me a more intense satisfaction. This new medium gave me the possibility to work on a bigger scale and to accept mural projects in different cities like: Biarritz, Toulouse, Paris, Montpellier, Cape Town, Los Angeles, San Clemente…

Not only do you make paintings and drawings, but you also do tattoo work. How did this first start for you and what do you enjoy so much about it that is different from what make, if at all? It’s my friend Supakitch who gave me the tattoo virus.  At first, I was terrified, but he encouraged me a lot to keep going on. Tattooing is a difficult but very rewarding practice. It brings me rigor and discipline and especially an intense production of drawings.

Take us through your artistic process? What’s a typical day in the studio like? In general, my daily studio routine starts with a chat with my friend Koralie. Beyond the fact that she is an artist that I admire, we share our workplace, our everyday life our doubts, fears, laughs and joys. Then I take a dive in my notebook with a cup of coffee, and I look for a new idea to start with. I prepare different mediums and canvas in that way that I can go back and forth between them. I can give myself breaks between the different ideas and drawings. Being in the studio is one of my favorite feelings. It’s a place where I can lose track of time and easily escape in my mind. 

What are your essential art tools and materials? Pencils, brushes and acrylic paints.

How has this environment or that city influenced the work you create?  What’s your favorite thing about residing there? Living in Biarritz brings me stability. It’s a caring, quiet and resourceful environment. It’s also a perfect starting point for all my travels, and I can still find a balance of nature, ocean, and friends.

What has been the most challenging project you’ve worked on? How did you overcome those obstacles and what did you take away from it? Tattooing has been one of the most challenging projects because you have to start all over again by learning a new technique that needs a lot of training. Once you have started you want to get better, and it can get pretty obsessive. It helped me to have more discipline in my artistic work, and it also gave me the opportunity to encounter a lot of interesting people.

What was your last adventure that showed up in one of your illustrations, thematically or just visually? My latest inspiration was my California trip in May. It shows up in my work through color inspirations, shapes and culture: palm trees, the sunlight, the people, music, mid-century design, the landscape …I was there with my best friend Marynn. We did two amazing murals together–one in San Clemente at the Stance office and another one at Kelly Slater’s Surf Ranch in Lemoore.

What advice would you give someone who wants to follow in your footsteps and pursue art? Be motivated, passionate and don’t be afraid to work a lot.

What’s your best Art School tip that you want to share with folks? One really important thing that I remember is that making mistakes always leads to new possibilities. And it’s important to take a step back from your work and keep an open minded spirit.

What’s been the largest thing you’ve painted on?  How long did that take and what were some of the most challenging and rewarding parts of that project? The largest art work I did was a 26m long and 6m high mural in Montpellier at the Marché du Lez. I worked together with Koralie, Supakitch and Frank Pellegrino and the most challenging part for me was to be good enough because they all are really talented artists. The reward was to spend a week with my friends laughing and painting and the result was beautiful.

What are your favorite style of VANS? Slip-Ons and Old Skools.

Anything you can share that is coming up? I’m opening a tattoo studio with my friend Supakitch. It’s a super exciting project called “En Plein Coeur” . The adventure will officially start in September, and we plan to do a walk-in for the opening on the 1st. I can’t wait !! :)

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[greensparty]

Album Review: The Rolling Stones “Goats Head Soup” Deluxe Edition

The last studio album from The Rolling Stones was 2016′s blues covers album Blue & Lonesome (which I named my #4 Album of 2016). The last studio album they put out before that was 2005′s A Bigger Bang. That’s quite a gap between studio albums, but the band has been keeping busy with compilations, tours and several reissues in the past decade. The 2010 reissue of Exile on Main Street was the gold standard of Stones reissues. Since then there’s been some good and some bad, case in point: 2017′s reissue of Their Satanic Majestie’s Request was kinda For Fans Only (read my review here), but last year’s Let It Bleed reissue was filled with bells and whistles and was awesome (read my review here).  Now there is the Goats Head Soup Deluxe Edition, just released from Polydor/Interscope/UMe.

album cover

Originally released in 1973, GHS was the band’s follow up to Exile and let’s just say that is a tough act to follow (no big deal, just follow up the legendary band’s greatest album!?). I, myself, first discovered it in my Dad’s record collection as a teen. There’s some good songs such as “Dancing with Mr. D”, “Angie”, and “Star Star”, but as an album it’s not one of the band’s best by any means. Which is why it seems strange that we’re getting a reissue of this before something more deserving such as Black and Blue, Tattoo You or even Bridges to Babylon.

bells and whistles that come with the box set

Disc 1 is the original album’s 10 tracks given a 2020 stereo mix treatment. Disc 2 is Rarities and Alternative Mixes: the highlight of this entire set being “Scarlet”, a previously unreleased track that features guest guitarist Jimmy Page. Why they didn’t release this until now is beyond me. Can you imagine at the peak of both the Stones and Led Zeppelin this single being released? The other two unreleased tracks “All the Rage” and “Criss Cross” are also good, but then the disc just gets into demos, instrumentals, and alternative mixes, none of which really add anything new to the album. Disc 3 is the live album Brussels Affair (Live 1973), a 1973 concert they did in Brussels, which was released digitally in 2011. Also featured in some editions is a photo book filled with photos and articles about the recordings. 

The Stones in 1973

I got to be honest - this is a let down. They went through all the trouble of doing a special deluxe edition and this was all it was? They could’ve built a cool edition around the previously unreleased tracks and instead it was a bunch of alt mixes that were subpar and a live album that was already released. This isn’t just For Fans Only, this is lazy For Fans Only! They had a fantastic track with Jimmy Page and could’ve done so much better with this, but instead it was a let down. “Scarlet” is definitely worth picking up, but maybe a whole Greatest Hits of the Mick Taylor era would’ve been better or just a single disc remaster with the 3 unreleased tracks would’ve been better. Good news is the Stones have a big enough catalog so there’s bound to be more deluxe albums coming soon!

For info on Goats Head Soup: https://the-rolling-stones.lnk.to/GoatsHeadAlbumPR

Original Release: 3 out of 5 stars

Deluxe Edition: 2.5 out of 5 stars

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filler from last weekend at @triestetattooexpo on the one and only @abestattoo !! always a pleasure! thanks for everything! #inkamatic #tattoo #studio #triestetattooexpo (presso Europe/Brussels)