I could not resist this color fest in the East Village in front of Porto Rico, an importer and seller of coffee. The painted trash can near this woman’s tattooed arms begged for a photo to be taken.
Personally, I would not want to commit my skin to tattoos. But I do often admire them as artistic adornment. In principle, they are really not so different from the myriad of other ways that men and women have adorned themselves for millenia: hair treatments, nails, makeup, jewelry, piercings, scarification, etc. However, unlike many of our more common beautification methods, tattoos are permanent (relatively), so they make a serious statement of intent and confidence.
I think the full arm tattoos of today’s subject may either limit some of her social options, or she will be buying a large selection of long-sleeved shirts. For example, she is probably no longer a good candidate for the debutante ball at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel. Perhaps this is a sacrifice she is willing to make.
If you wonder whether there was any issue taking this photo, there was not. I motioned silently to her indicating my desire to take a photograph, and she nodded in the affirmative. So I had carte blanche to take a number of photos in a stress-free manner. Her cordial behavior and gracious approval was as befitting as someone being groomed for exposure in the next debutante ball 🙂
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