Myanmar - Tattoowise
Burmese man with "magical" tattoos. He was nice enough to invite me into his home.
Tattooing the faces of young women is a tradition that after many centuries in Myanmar has now come to an end. Beautiful girls from villages in the Chin state had their faces tattooed in order to taint their beauty and stop men from other tribes and kingdoms unwillingly taking them away and forcing them to marry. Now the practice has come to an end, with only a few last remaining generations of tattooed ladies existing today.
In elusive Chin State, women are famed for their tattooed faces. Traditional reasons vary slightly, from the Chin women being so beautiful that the menfolk tattooed their faces to disguise their beauty from marauding Burmese, to mothers tattooing their daughters in fear of the King taking them as concubines. These legends are centuries old, so in recent times people did it simply because everyone else was doing it. And now...everyone else is not. In the village of Pan Paung, this woman was the oldest remaining tattooed lady at age 70, while the youngest was 60. Sharp as a tack, this one. When asked if the tattooing hurt, she replied that it actually hurt twice...because she had to pay to have it done.
Rangoon , Burma in details.
Three random tattoo ideas
A picture I took with my Canon G9. I was actually okay with it even with the horrible front flash! Speaking of which, you can almost see her Flash tattoo.
By Duke Riley at East River Tattoo
Taken by Chelsey Edited by Me 9/4/09 I hate August. I don't know how else to put it. This month makes me absolutely crazy, so I end up finding everything that's wrong in my life and pushing it as far away from me as possible. I can't explain to you the anger I feel that's slowly wearing away to numbness. I keep telling myself that what i'm doing is right, that I should have better, but it doesn't change the fact that whenever I think about it I get so confused about whatever i'm feeling or am supposed to be feeling, that I want to turn to the constant thing that I know will make it go away. I'm supposed to have grown though. To have matured out of my adolescent way of dealing with things, but I don't know if I have yet. I need something to set me at ease. To take all these confused and disoriented thoughts and make them make sense somehow. Maybe not through talking, but maybe through