Posts Tagged: Blame The Parents

Orgasms Are Great


Blame The Parents VI

‘When there’s no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth.’ – George Romero


Blame The Parents V


Ravi runs a tattoo shop in Palika Bazaar, a gigantic, gloomy underground market in central New Delhi, home to hundreds of tattooists of dubious skills and more dubious hygiene standards. Ravi is a devotee of Shiva, Hindu god of creation and destruction. If you want your godly tattoos rough and ready like Ravi, Palika Bazaar is the place for you. Tattoos then, are perhaps the last personal expression left to otherwise powerless people. The government can’t take them from you. Your mother can’t rub them off.

INDIA // JULY 2016

Fuck Everything VIII


‘Metropolis, worlds collide, Ain’t nobody on the other side.’

‘Metropolis’ – Motörhead

Hindu calendar in a tattoo shop in New Delhi.

INDIA // JULY 2016

Blame The Parents IV

Carl Denham: “Monsters belong in B movies.”

From the movie King Kong


Blame The Parents III

“No, it wasn’t an accident, I didn’t say that. It was carefully planned, down to the tiniest mechanical and emotional detail. But it was a mistake.”  

‘On The Beach’ – Nevil Shute


Blame The Parents II

Airbnb, Marseille.


Blame The Parents

No Straight Lines….

FRANCE // MAY 2014

Punk Never Die

Oh, East is East and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God’s great Judgment Seat;
But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth!

The Ballad of East and West – Rudyard Kipling, as seen from a hairdresser’s in Mawlamyine.


Humans Outside New York III

A European success story.

A ‘Légion étrangère’, a former soldier of the Foreign legion, who fought in the Balkans, is back home in Strasbourg and lives on the streets. Damaged and without government support, his life has been a classy affair since he risked his life for kin and country.

And his handmade tattoos tell his story – a simple biro served as machine, the ink was made from the burnt rubber from the sole of a shoe.Some time ago he used a bottle of sky (French slang for whisky) and a lit cigar to erase the tattoos which reminded him of a war that  turned out to be ugly and a woman no longer there. He has three dots inside a triangle inked between his eyes. It’s a mark of French street culture and means ‘Mort aux vaches’, which translates as ‘Kill the Pigs’.

In the daytime, the legionnaire drinks and begs in front of a church which does nothing for his welfare. At night he sleeps rough in the woods.

He wants to die in Strasbourg to be buried next to his family.