“Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor print any marks upon you: I am the LORD.” Leviticus 19:28
Along with certain aspects of beard trimming, it would appear the Lord was also dead set against tattoos, what a party pooper. Be prepared Shoreditch for you shall surely soon disappear into the flaming pits of Hell.
“There’s always something terribly flawed about people who are tattooed” – Truman Capote
Us? We love them. We love to look at them, photograph them and some of the more flawed of us at Trebuchet are covered in them. After all, tattoo art is now seeing a growing acceptance in the fine-art world.
Revel in this steaming pot of writhing bare human flesh, drool over the very latest oh-so-tight latex fashion, eat and drink your fill from the vast array of vendors, receive a sinful beard trim, be in awe of the exotic skin art or get pricked yourself by one of the hundreds of fine artists attending , all this and so much more but be prepared to be swallowed up by the slathering mouth of Satan himself.
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Photos: copyright Carl Byron Batson (not to be reproduced without express prior written consent)
Photographer, published poet, former party animal, body builder, grave robber
to the stars and renowned chainsaw juggler, Carl can often be spotted on his
Harley Davidson pretending to be in Terminator 2. He is also frequently seen in
the press pits of old London town, camera in hand, avoiding being hit by bottles
of wee and crippling his opposition with secret Kung Fu moves.