Day #5: the Lady of the subterranean scream
It's so rare to find an inked jap. Even more to find people that show their tattoos.
In the country where inking skin became an art, inked skin is something you cannot have:
to have a good job
to have some relax in an "onsen"
to have respect.
But when you find someone inked, your eyes go to the hands, to verify if
is in the right place.
And of course, if you don't know the whole story
I bet you think all these words are a mess (and Yes! they are...maybe).
This girl I met in Osaka while drinking an espresso in Amerika-mura was the first one I met with tattoos, in Japan.
She was so nice to stop and show me her tattoes. And to pose for me.
Now, having a look at the tons of pics taken, I saw her photos, cut off all but rawness from one of them and it recalled me an old song I played with my band: and that is the right title to give to this shot