Ladies and gentlemen, we may have reached a new milestone in the world of accessories! Models in the Chanel Spring 2010 show sported a mish-mosh of rub on bracelet tattoos. For those of you who aren’t so fond of getting a permanent tattoo, this may be a new alternative to loading your wrists up with jewelry! If Chanel doesn’t manufacture these, I assure you, someone will…keep your eyes peeled and wrists ready to go!

Thanks JAK & JIL!

These easy DIY tats are sure to hit mainstream asap!

Oh, Cole and Ash, you’ve done the fashion industry wonders by making your skinny, tattooed selves so appealing. Bring on the ink!

GALLERY: SPREAD UM: “Milan’s Tattooed Love Boys” BlackBook September 2009

Thanks BlackBook!

A Swedish night club turned away two women because they sported visible tattoos.

So a couple of years ago I went to LA with the band I was in at that time, Dozen Dead Roses. We went out there for a music convention called NAMM. We had some shows booked out in LA, too. The first night we got there I went out with one of my friends I hadn’t seen in years. We went to this place in Venice Beach (I can’t remember what the place was called). I met a girl, she was a super tall Russian model/artist. We talked for a while and had a great time. I invited her to our show that we had the next night. I didn’t think she would show up but apparently I made some sort of impression and she showed up right before we went on. After the show the rest of the band and our manager were in some sort of hurry to leave. So after talking (and making out) with this girl I thought it was the end. After pouting to the guys about how I met the most rad chick ever, they let me leave with her. This was the start of a very interesting three days.

We immediately went out to every bar in LA. Drinking Jack by the bottle, and doing tons of drugs, we finally ended up at her and her sisters place. For the next few days we woke up to the bottle. Had sex more times then I can count and did more bad things than you can fathom, all while ignoring my band and our manager’s phone calls. Keep in mind that this girl could barely speak English. We didn’t really have anything in common besides the fact that we both had mohawks. Hey, whatever works right?? Anyway…

The morning of the day I was supposed to leave, I wanted to see Venice Beach and all the crazies that walk around. We were in the back seat of the car when the girl notices a sharpie rolling around on the floor. She picks it up and without thought, writes “I FUCKING LOVE YOU” on my arm. All the way up my arm. Sounds innocent enough right? WRONG. I was fucking shit faced. We get out of the car and as we were stumbling around, walking down the boardwalk, I see a tattoo shop. I look at my arm and get the bright idea to get it tattooed on me. The problem was that I was broke. Seems like a blessing in disguise right? Well, everyone that we were with was wasted as well. So, they were like, “If you get that, I’ll pay for it!” Then the girl says “If you’re going to get it then I am too!”

We walk in to the tattoo shop and explain what we want. Immediately the whole shop goes up in “aww”s. They give us a discount as when they asked us how long we knew each other we said “3 days”. So we sit down in 2 chairs next to each other, and they get to it. Of course they are videotaping and “interviewing” the whole time. I guess they don’t care at tattoo shops in Venice if you’re on another fucking planet.

Afterwards they dropped me off at the airport where I met up with the rest of my pissed the fuck off band members. They wouldn’t even look at me, although they did seem to be amused at my new arm piece. Were they laughing at me or with me I wonder? I saw our producer that night in the airport, too.  He told me recently that I was such an asshole back then. Ha-ha. That hit makes me laugh. Anyway, I had to deal with all of my friends in Cleveland making fun of me for MONTHS. I must have told this story 2000 times. This is the last time. I am in the middle of a cover up so hopefully soon I won’t have to deal with this shit anymore.

Moral of the story? Don’t get tattoo’d all drunk as hell. Fuck.

Katy Perry has a new tattoo of a cartoon strawberry. Frankly, I’m more interested in the flowery Minx nails she is rocking. They are a colorful alternative to the much publicized metallic versions and are perfect for her bubbly image.

SOURCE: Perez Hilton

I can’t say that I’m terribly interested in getting a tattoo, but should the ink appear, it will be for a some sort of sentimental reason. Fashion may be my biggest obsession, but it would take a large chunk of change, quite a bit of booze and some very persuasive friends to get me to tattoo a designer logo on my body. Here are some diehard designer fans who felt incomplete without their favorite labels permanently etched in their skin:

GALLERY: RANDOM: Fashion Logo Tattoos

Thanks Style Frizz!

Peaches Geldof talks about her “fashion icon” status and her distaste for sexy dressing:

 “[I]t’s obvious I’m not dressing for men. I don’t want to be sexy, I’m, like, covered in tattoos. I have piercings. I’m just grungy and weird and not what is socially accepted as being beautiful, and I think that’s cool.” 

SOURCE: Times Online

Seriously, I’m getting one of these tomorrow. I’ve got haters to address….

Remember that tramp stamp you got that looks like a tribal butterfly speaking Chinese obscenities to a fairy? Yeah, that shit ain’t got jack on this. Connect the dot tattoos are better than chocolate chip cookies and milk and will give you a level of cred that’s unmatched.

I’m dying to see more of these cause there’s no better pick up line than, “Hey baby, wanna connect my dots?”

Chest tattoos on housewives.

Cool or Not So Much?

Granted, if you are a man it would make sense since most of the time you’re covered up, but as a woman wouldn’t it just distract from your decent set of baby feeders, possibly preventing you from ever looking presentable enough to do anything worthwhile with your life?

It’s especially annoying when nothing else about your style defines you as rebelious as the crazy ink blasted across your clavicle.  I mean, if you had some wicked hair, some additional tattoos and piercings, and had your arm around Travis Barker, it would definitely be worth the permanent ink, but if you look like some Texan Walmart employee who’d rather spend her days at a baseball game than at the gym, this look just borders on poser.

If I was a chick and had a chest tattoo and looked like the completely random person we found above, I’d probably spend my days on FashionIndie.com, talking shit about Daniel Saynt and acting like I was important or something.

Oh yeah, and the Astro’s suck!!

Thanks Tides Turn for the awesome photo!!!