My son is a walking work of art......
He has a full leg and a full sleeve plus a few on his upper chest. I never cared for tattoos myself but I have to say they look good on him. He started early. At the time he was Mr. Rebellious, but now he's Mr. Straight. I told him that if he was going to get them, to make sure he got tasteful tats that he wouldn't be ashamed of later. The part I don't like is that he gets them from high grade artists and makes all kinds of trips, even one to Ireland. I suppose that gives you a good reason to pick a place to visit. Anyway, they are EXPENSIVE, but at least they look good. It's his money, so I wouldn't complain even if I wanted to. On me they would look silly. On him they look good.
As far as a 'fad' goes. Yeah, tattoo are hard to get rid of if you don't want them any more. I have seen some on women that I like, but have seen many I don't care for, but that's their business. I have a very strange story about women with tattoos. It's risque so I'll keep it family friendly:
I was on a dock at the finish line of a sailing regatta taking pictures. There was an exotic looking woman wearing a bikini who apparently had too much to drink. She was making some off the wall comments to me about my camera and she had some tattoos on her chest. I asked if I could take a picture, trying to change the 'subject' of the conversation. I took aim and she pulled down the top to give me a better view. I was taken aback, but took the shot.
In order to again try to 'change the subject', I noticed that she had a cool looking dragon tattooed on her shoulder blade and back. I asked her to turn her back and look over her shoulder. I took one shot and she said to take another. I took aim and she bent over and....... Holy Cow. I had to be somewhere else so I said I had to leave.
I got the slides (They were cheaper than prints and I could take a bunch and see the results and get the ones I liked printed) developed and I had two really wild shots of a woman on a crowded dock, full of women and children all over, but everybody was watching the water like they were supposed to and not seeing what was going on behind them.
Nobody believed this, so I started carrying the slides in my shirt pocket to back up my story. Anybody I told without showing the slides didn't believe it. Finally the slides got washed in the laundry so many times you couldn't tell what they were. So I never could tell the story and have people believe it really happened.
