Once upon a time in the (sometimes) quiet city of Toronto, there lies a hotel buried deep in the urban core. This hotel is suitably named the Holiday Inn. It was a good hotel, and everything (for the most part) went along quite smoothly. Until one day, one fateful day when Northern Ink Xposure came to town, bringing with it the tools of their trade. Machines, when in unison, would create the ambient buzz that filled the hotel corridors like a swarm of angry bees. Paraphenalia all around! Loyal followers decorated in black clothing suddenly became the entity that would dominate this quiet happy hotel for the next few days.
And of course, probably the most important thing of all; they brought along the artform which they have all made the pilgrimage to celebrate: TATTOOS.
my tats are who i am, what i am and what i been threw and what im going through, how can people not no what they get? i love tats so much that i got a tattoo machine tatted on me to represent it, damn i have to many tats to talk about lol.
ChicanoTattooArt 1 year ago
some whack ass fuckin tattoo this is taking away torontos rep fuckin fagg nice tits though lol
kr00ked 2 years ago
the first girl,she has no idea what her tattoos mean, haha airhead
worldpower1 3 years ago
she has bigger arm than me...
snowboardmarc 3 years ago
haha me and my boyfriend are in the background.. at 1:00. he's the cute redhead wearing a red tie..and we're looking at marshall bennett's flashes...(he's an amazing artist by the way) I was honored to have him do the Marilyn Monroe signature on my neck!!
normamonroe 4 years ago
2nd comment:))
maxhionas 4 years ago
1st comment :))
ch00ch00nz 4 years ago 2