If I was ever granted one wish with the explicit directive that it had to be selfish, I would ask for a tattoo by Kat von D. I have watched every single episode of L.A. Ink, and have never seen her do a mediocre tattoo, even back in the days when she used to do many a night of wild partying. Same goes for the other artists in her tattoo studio, namely Corey Miller, Hannah Aitchison and Kim Saigh, wo are all insanely talented and just as lovely. And this is exactly what sets L.A. Ink apart from the other shows about tattoo parlours.
I only watched Miami Ink because I admired Chris Garver and Kat von D’s work. I would, however, never ever get a tattoo by Chris Nunez, whose work is more miss than hit in my opinion. Same goes for Ami James, whose super-macho and utterly stubborn behavior I find highly despicable. I do like Darren Brass, but I don’t like the style of his tattoos. And isn’t it painfully obvious that apprentice Yoji will never be a great tattoo artist? So when Kat von D was kicked out by Ami in one of his most asinine moves, I knew I was done with the show. I still love Chris Garver, but watching four guys I don’t care about (at best) just to catch a glimpse of him occasionally is too much for me.
While I was initially excited about London Ink, yet another spin-off, it turned out to be a disappointment. I find none of the artists on the show particularly likable. Even Nikole Lowe, whom I was excited about at first, is pretty uppity and frankly not that convincing. All the more reason to be thankful for L.A. Ink!
And Thursday’s show was great. I have always found Hannah Aitchison pretty hot (and super-nice, which is so rare!), she looks like Kate Walsh’s (Dr. Addison Montgomery-Shepherd on “Grey’s Anatomy”) way more interesting sister, and now it turns out she has a brother called Guy who is just as hot and just as talented and just as nice. I was in drool heaven.
As if that wasn’t enough already, The Cliks’ lead singer, Lucas Silveira, showed up to get his neck inked by Kat von D.
The Cliks released a raw, honest rock album titled “Snakehouse” last year that did not nearly get the attention it deserved. At least not with enough focus on their music, most of the coverage seemed to be on the band members instead.
Check out their MySpace page and listen to their songs. You will also find their cover version of “Cry Me a River” there. I think I have never mentioned this here before, but I can’t stand Justin Timberlake, yet I’ve always secretly liked “Cry Me a River”, so I can now listen to the song entirely guilt-free. Thanks, Cliks!
I shall close this very rambly post with an amusing quote by Steven Almond of the Miami New Times:
If Justin Timberlake ever hears the Cliks’ cover of his hit “Cry Me a River,” his penis is going to climb up inside his body and never come out. Yes. —
