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Date: 27/07/2011 - 1:03pm

Back in July I got my first tattoo at a shop called ‘Prick’ at Old Street, London. I took this photo outside my hotel in Kings Cross, as my sister and I was locked out. I have always wanted a tattoo and right before leaving for my European holiday in early July, I had decided to get the word “imagination” in Indonesian (imajinasi) on the side of my foot once I got back to Sydney. However I could not get this excitement out of my head throughout the trip, and on a complete whim i googled some tattoo places in London the night before I got the tattoo. ‘Prick’ was the only place I could find that had both a good reputation and accepted walk in customers. The next day I searched for the place with my sister and upon consultation was dissapointed to find out that the place on my foot I initially wanted to get the tattoo at was highly not recommended due to the lining of the skin. Having fallen in love with the idea of getting a tattoo in London I was still determined to leave the shop with ink and then with suggestion decided to put it on top of my foot. 

While at first I wasn’t too fond of its placing it has truly grown on me. I particularly wanted the word to be facing me because the tattoo was really for me to look at and get inspired from. This turned out to work really well as I love how it looks from another person’s point of view (makes the word look a bit more cultural and fancy or something). 

I won’t get into the whole “what-it-means-for-me” thing, frankly because it’d take too long and I can’t be bothered, but I wanted to put my experience in words so as time goes by and my memory of this fades, I will be reminded of the little details of this experience such as going home early and getting stuck outside the hotel with my sister, frantically walking around Kings Cross trying to find a store that sold glad-wrap (surprisingly a bit difficult), the special cream and tape and of course the feeling of getting tattood on the foot. For me it felt like getting a paper cut, only that feeling doesn’t last a milisecond but rather minutes at a time.

I remember as I was getting inked that I said to myself I would never get another tattoo again. However the moment you lay eyes on your tattoo and the pain starts to lessen, you know thats not true.

http://www.henryhate.com/henryhate./Prick_London.html

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dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,
I awoke to the sound of an airplane hitting the tower. As we looked up and stared in utter disbelief at the nightmare unfolding in front of us, all I could think was “please, let this be a bad dream”. How I wish it had been…
Mark Yokoyama

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” A dad is someone who wants to catch you before you fall but instead picks you up, brushes you off, and lets you try again.” Happy Father’s Day!

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dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,

Grandma was an adventurous woman and had a fantastic sense of humor (even when her street was flooded)!

Chad

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dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,
How I long for the days of make believe adventures in the forest. Now it’s just a lawn that needs mowing.
Cindy Brown

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dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,

I hated it when grandpa said, “let’s let the TV nap and go for a walk.” Funny how I miss those walks now. 

Ariel

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Brilliant.

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