inked – that lemon life

Hola everyone.

And welcome back to another Friday and another month, actually. Happy February. I hope you’ve all had an amazing week so far and are looking forward to the weekend. You know, while thinking about what to write for today’s post, many different ideas came to my mind, but none of them really inspired me, nothing ignited that certain fire every writer needs. And then I thought about the one thing, that has been rooting in my head for a few weeks now. Tattoos.

You guys know that I’m a huge sucker for this certain type of art, this beautiful art that turns the body into a canvas. And it is indeed art. One I’ve admired and loved my entire life. I myself am proud to call myself a canvas for this art, so far I’ve gathered three pieces, spilling on both of my arms. They still make me stare at them and adore them every single day and I don’t think that will ever change. And like many before and after me, I have also become an addict in and of the process. Which is also the reason why I’ve been thinking about tattoos and design ideas more than I usually would. My body has started aching for more again. Aching for the pain, that always ends in beauty. I even miss the weeks of caring and nurturing afterwards. I miss all of it. I simply want more.

So, as every addict, I’ve been trying to get as close to actually getting a tattoo as possible. I literally created my own folder just for designs of different tattoos that I would either like to have myself or just like how they look and maybe want to incorporate into other designs. So, here I am, craving a tattoo, with a folder full of pictures of different tattoos and I can’t seem to get comfortable with any of them. Because, as I should probably tell you, I am one of those people, who only get something inked, when there’s an important meaning to the piece. It has to mean something to me, something big. Because this way, I get a life-long guarantee that I will forever love the tattoo. Even if I might not be the biggest fan of the look overall in like 40 or 50 years, I’ll at least love it because of it’s story and background. But this time, there was no story. At least I couldn’t think of a design for my stories.

Until now, I’ve still got the folder and designs, I’d really love to get inked. I’ve grown a big fan of silhouette tattoos or ones picturing a hand holding flowers or something else. And I’ve always adored tattoos of plants and flowers, preferably in color. Which is also why I really want to fly to Korea, even if it’s just to walk into the ‘Studio by Sol’ tattoo atelier to add some cute rose or sunflower to my collection. Also, speaking of that studio, I highly recommend checking out its Instagram and those of all their different artists. They are bomb, no joke. And I won’t even mention that I really want to fly to New York to visit Bang Bang, because, who doesn’t?

But, here comes to exciting part. Yesterday, while brainstorming for possible designs with Leni, I kind of got the perfect idea. Or at least a good one, I’d say. I’ve always wanted a tattoo that resembled my endless love for music, but as many people, I am literally sick of quotes like “music is my life” or some kind of boring music note or something. Not that there is anything wrong with them, they just aren’t my cup of tea, personally. So I thought, how can I bring some of my ideas together? And in the end I’m now trying to stuff silhouettes, music and space and maybe even some geometric design into one package, shake it really good and then see what’s going to happen. At least that’s the plan for now and so far, I’m really happy with it.

But what about you guys? Do you have any tattoos and would you like to get more? And do you also have to have a meaning behind them or do you just get what you’d like to have on your body? Please don’t hesitate to leave your comments and thoughts down below, I’d love to start a little tattoo discussion. Also, as you can see down below, I’ve added some of the design ideas I’ve been working with lately, so you can get an idea and maybe even some inspiration for yourself. As always, none of these pictures belong to me, they were all done by amazing artists, who I’m bowing my head to. I hope you like them. And yeah, I think that’s all for now. I wish you all a great weekend and thanks for reading. x

Hola everyone.

Guys, I have something really really really extremely exciting to tell you. I don’t know if I already told you, but I just got a new tattoo two weeks ago. In Paris. How unbelievably crazy is that? I’m still so amazed, holy moly.

I think I mentioned in one of my last posts before we went on our trip to Paris that I was actually looking for a tattoo artist in Paris and that I had found one and asked her for an appointment (Carin Silver from the studio Les Maux Bleus). Well, the day before we left, the studio answered my enquiry and told me that she was unfortunately fully booked, but that they would text me if they would get a free spot for me and my mum. Yeah right. Like anybody would ever cancel an appointment for a tattoo. Of course.

So without any hopes at all mum and me flew to Paris and spent some wonderful days there. Honestly, I had actually quite forgotten about the whole tattoo thing – I was already thinking about writing another tattoo artist from Budapest as an alternative – when one night, mum and I were standing in front of the eiffel tower at exactly eleven o’clock in the night and everything changed. You know, at night something magical happens to the tower. At full hours it starts to sparkle like a huge christmas tree. It’s so beautiful, I can’t even describe it. Anyways, we were standing there, admiring the view and after the five minutes full of magic, we both looked down on my phone and saw that it was blinking. Blinking usually means that someone sent me either a text or a mail. So I picked it up and saw that it was a mail. From Carin, the tattoo artist. Saying that she had found a free spot for both my mum and myself. At the perfect date and the perfect time. On Saturday before our flight. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I just remember throwing my hand before my mouth in shock. I was speechless. I mean, I was excepting nothing and there it was, the perfect appointment.

The night before the appointment Carin mailed me again, showing me the design she had drawn for me. A beautiful, beautiful flower bouquet featuring the flowers I had chosen beforehand – a rose, forget me not flowers, a peach blossom and wildflowers. I looked at the design and I could have cried right there and then. It looked so mind-blowingly beautiful. And imagining this piece of art getting tattooed on my arm made me completely speechless.

So, on Saturday the time had finally come. Mum and I made our way to the studio and as soon as I stepped into the studio, I knew the whole thing was meant to be. First of all, the studio looked super cool. And to be greeted by the sound of tattoo machines… That was music to my ears. God, was I excited. My mum went first – she kind of “tuned up” her two rings on her arm with some beautiful, delicate flowers – and then it was finally my turn. I don’t know why, but I was so nervous. But in a good way, of course. As this was my third tattoo, I knew what was coming. I know many people say that they are afraid of the pain, but I think this kind of pain is different than to the, let’s say, usual one. Because you endure this pain but end up with having something beautiful afterwards. So the pain wasn’t a problem at all for me, although I have to say that this one hurt more than my two others.

I think the whole thing was finished in about half an hour or 45 minutes. As soon as I saw it, I was in love. I still look at my arm every few minutes and stare at it. It’s so goddamn beautiful. Thin, delicate, feminine and pretty much perfect. I love it. And I’m so so so happy that we actually got an appointment in Paris, with Carin. If you’re interested in her art, here’s the link to her Instagram. She’s specialized in fine line tattoos and flowers and so so so good at what she’s doing. No joke. I would be lying to myself if I said that I would have chosen someone else over her. I intentionally chose her for the tattoo, she’s the only artist I wanted to get this tattoo from. I still can’t believe that I seriously got the appointment.

Tomorrow the tattoo will be two weeks old and I’m still speechless due to the fact that I now have another piece of art on my arm. And yes, tattoos are true pieces of art. I love my both arms so much now, no joke. They are like my two canvases, waiting to be turned into art. So you could say that they are my project. And what a beautiful project they are. Now that the tattoo is halfway through to being fully healed and all the scabs are gone, I can finally fully see how it ended up and oh my god, it’s so perfect. Really. Guys, if any of you ever thought about getting a tattoo that is important to you, please go and get it. I mean, it’s your choice obviously, but if you have a nice idea and a meaning and a great artist, why not get it done? I’m the kind of ink-person, that gets a tattoo when it has a meaning, an important one. Because this way I have a lifelong guarantee that the tattoo will forever be important to me and that I will forever like it. And what else could you wish for? Oh and if you’re Paris and looking for a good artist, go and check out Carins site and ask her for an appointment. She’s a true talent, really.

Okay, I think I’ve talked enough about tattoos now. So, without further ado, here are the pictures of my new love, I hope you like them. Oh and please don’t hesitate to leave a comment down below. I’m really curious about whether some of you guys have any tattoos or if you’re planning to get one and about what you think of tattoos overall. I’d be happy to hear from you. And until then, I wish you all an amazing weekend and hope that you enjoyed this post. And, as always, thanks for reading. x