Ethnography

Ethnography

September 6, 2014

DNA TATTOO SHOP

Tattoo machines buzzing, magazine pages flipping, music from the 80's playing and people chatting. This girl dressed in a pin up dress greets you and asks who you're here to see, if you still haven't made up your mind on what you're looking for yet she hands you two giant binders filled with artwork from their tattoo artist.

As I sit in this couch I can hear this teen girl complaining to her mother about wanting a belly ring but her mother explaining to her about her being too young. The teen then starts pouting and demanding to her mother that she wants it now and that she had promised. Their argument went on for forever until the mother finally decided to set her ground and discipline the daughter as they walked out.

As I'm sitting there glancing through the artwork this couple walks in, the girl then explains to the clerk on how they want small star wars matching tattoo's, both of them want a light saver on their index finger to symbolize their love. The girl refers them over to Scott Walker.
This guy filled with tattoo's all over his arms, legs and even his arms walks over to the couple. He tells them that he has some free time on his hands and he'd be more than glad to tattoo the light sabers on them. You can tell that the girl starts freaking out. She tells him it's her first tattoo and she tells him how terrified of needles she is.

The guy gets his done first and he tells his girlfriend, "see, it's nothing big, you won't feel a thing" the girl still terrified asks Scott Walker "I guess it's my turn right? If I pass out will you promise to not make fun of me?" The tattoo artist comforts her and tells her " Don't worry, you'll be fine! I take care of my clients." The buzzing begins and I can see her shivering. As the tattoo artist begins to tattoo her she smiles and then giggles. She then tells the guys "Oh my god, I am such a girl! This doesn't hurt at all, if anything it tickles!"

The pin up girl then comes up to me and asks if I have made up my mind. I show her a picture of what I would like done. She smiles and tells me "that's a piece of artwork you got there, how does Saturday at 7 sound to you?" I tell her "perfect timing, see you then."

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