Yesterday while walking to work I saw Barry painting a door on Kingsland Road. I noticed that he had some great tattoos so I decided to stop to speak to him and ask if I could take some photos. Incredibly all of his tattoos were done by Les Skuse in Bristol in 1968! Barry was keen to confirm with me that it was Les who tattooed him and not his son.
CERCASI BALLERINO / ATLETA / MODELLO A ROMA PER EVENTO ARTISTICO PRIVATO CHE OSPITERÀ PERSONALITÀ DI SPICCO IL 19 GENNAIO (È RICHIESTA LA DISPONIBILITÀ PER IL TRUCCO DALLE 5 DI POMERIGGIO E PIÙ AVANTI)
RECHERCHE DANSEUR / ATHLÈTE/ MANNEQUIN A ROME POUR UN ÉVÉNEMENT ARTISTIQUE PRIVÉ LE 19 JANVIER RÉUNISSANT DES PERSONNALITÉS D’EXCEPTION (ÊTRE LIBRE À PARTIR DE 5 HEURES DE L’APRÈS MIDI POUR LE MAQUILLAGE)
CALL FOR DANCER / ATHLETE / MODEL IN ROME FOR 1-2 HOUR PRIVATE ART EVENT ON JANUARY 19TH, GATHERING EXCEPTIONAL PERSONALITIES (PRESENCE NEEDED FOR PROVISIONAL MAKEUP 5PM AND FORWARD)
With make up artists like Megumi, who needs a model.
If the flesh is wholesome like a fresh coconut slice
then they are the flesh holes of some malnourished art deco bag of bones
that won’t stop at stop signs or a limelight or quit the gamble
when they are obviously ahead.
When the oreganos of a Summer morning
shift their aromas into my drugstore sleep, I declare
all my bad behaviors to be an act the way a kleptomaniac really wants
the attention of her ex-lover who is out snorkeling
with his latest girlfriend amongst those Miami starfish.
The tropical boys may swish their asses but they
batter the bloated hands that feed them
with their rainbow lips submerged and retarded.
Charlie Paille’s at Union and her mum’s got a matching ice cream tattoo. Very nice.