You don't have to have a tattoo to enjoy the South Florida Tattoo Expo, but it probably helps. To the question "Got ink?" the Night Rider raises her ballpoint. But to the tattooed, it's not a joke: first ink is a rite of passage. So there at the Deerfield Hilton for the 12th annual event, I was a virgin at the orgy, reluctant but curious.
I came at the invitation of my rockabilly buddy Slip Mahoney, whose band was one of many playing poolside during the three-day shindig. I met him with his new squeeze Patti Rothermel and her friend Amber Sutton, who all seemed more than tolerant of my tattoo naiveté.
The girls shared their illustrative histories. "Go with what you know" seemed to be the theory of Patti, an animal lover, former vet tech and taxidermist. She had designed all her tattoos, including an ankle cuff of bunnies inspired by "rabbits I actually know."
Amber, "a piercing person, not a tattoo person," who'd gotten a genital piercing and then "went home and walked the dog like it was nothing," nonetheless had given half her back to an image that had begun with the eye of Horus. She lifted her skull-and-rose adorned skirt to continue the history lesson: a ridiculously tiny lemon skittle on her right hip was her first, a best-friend "charm" she'd gotten as a teenager. With age, it resembled a yellow eight-ball.
While tattoo machines buzzed and the hum of conversation in the Hibiscus Room escalated with the number of mechanized pens delivering ink, Amber shared some wisdom. "You want someone who can shebang it," she said, "so when it's done you're like, 'That's exactly what I was thinking — exactly what I was feeling.'"
With dozens of artists from around the country, I'd have a good chance of finding an artist whose portfolio spoke to me. As I navigated the many booths, I met 19-year-old Hollywood waitress Tina Isola, who'd come with her mother for her first ink. She flipped through a photo album at the Glenn's Tattoo Service booth while I talked to artist Glenn Wilson and his current client, 33-year-old Kenny Alvarez, who was stretched out on a padded table so the North Carolina artist could work a triptych of skulls into his left calf.
"That way I can remember I came to this place," said the relaxed Alvarez, who was already illustrated with a number of skulls including a necklace around his neck. "You never regret a skull," he assured me as Wilson dipped his tattoo machine like a quill into a pot of black ink, swiped the nib on the shaved and swelling skin, and wiped away the excess ink to check his progress.
After perusing Wilson's portfolio, Isola was satisfied. She wanted something she'd seen on someone else that she thought "looked cute."
"How much for two little cherries, right here?" Isola interrupted, pulling the waistband of her low-rise jeans down a little on the right side. "About this big," she said, pinching a marble-sized bit of air between her fingers.
"You gotta get 'em bigger than that, at least quarter-sized, or they'll look like a freckle," Wilson said before telling her to come back in a few hours — time enough for Isola to reconsider her choice.
Wilson thought she could have made a worse choice. "Lettering, names, and shit" is what's unimaginative, he said.
"You can't go wrong with a skull," Alvarez said.
"You can too go wrong with a skull," tattoo veteran Franky Zollo said later with a generous laugh.
Zollo noted that it was "cool to be here among so many tattooed people," since they didn't pester her, like the non-tattooed often did, with questions they really had to answer for themselves. Zollo had come to see her regular artist, Maytee from Phat Joe's in Miami, who'd sketched out some flames on her right calf to supplement the cross there. The 29-year-old showed me her favorite work by the same artist — a whimsical scene from The Little Prince. Her tattoos attested to a changing aesthetic, one that began when she was 16.
"The eye of Ra was my first and most uneventful. It seems primitive now. And my second, a little rinky-dink butterfly," she said, with a toss of her dark bobbed hair, as she explained that she planned to get a spiral of butterflies from ankle to shoulder. "I never thought I'd have a lot of tattoos. Now I feel like I should get [them] updated."
Also demonstrating the problem with permanent art works on an evolving canvas, her buddy Harold Hankerson sported several fraternity scars, the result of branding at Grambling State University. "These two were done with clothes hangers," he told me of his heavily scarred sigmas, "but this was done with a butter knife." He opened his shirt to reveal one that hadn't scarred as badly. "If I had to do it over, I would have gotten a tattoo."