Monday 15 October 2012

People I have Tattooed: Franko B

I met Franko B through fellow friend Suzie Krueger of Fist and Hardon clubs.  Years ago he asked me if I would barter for art and I would tattoo him.  I jumped at the chance and said yes.  Going to his studio I knew he did loads of blood paintings and I was more into his found objects and sculptures.  Franko was orphaned and raised by the Red Cross in Italy.  The Red Corss is something that features prominently in his early works.  I tattooed the forehead tattoo of the winged skull and the beloved across his lower back.

Upon arriving I was overwhelmed by all the works some finished and others not but i had my mark on one item.  A beaten rusted old black cab taxi door with a red heart on it.  i was refused and he opted for these two instead.  I have had them and are still in my collection.  I love them very much and made a sound investment of my time.  I do enjoy when fellow artists ask me for a trade.

Lips To Find Ya With

Her name Christina Amphlette and she has the best pout in rock.  Even had Courtney Love stealing her dresses.


BLOG IT GOOD LIKE AFRO SHEEN.  Things are in flux I have to go to court again and this time I am suing someone for being a fucking dip shit and try and get back the money I had paid them in good faith.  As my art career is taking a turn in the right direction.  I am prepping for my next project which will be a HUGE undertaking.  As I enter the forum of the high art world I am aware that there is a protocol and etiquette to how to present yourself and your work.

Over the weekend was the Frieze Art Fair, virtually London's answer to London Fashion Week where galleries sprawling the nations capitol looking for the next big thing or art superstar.  I attended to events over the course of the week.  I went to Fred Mann's grand opening of his new Soho gallery. The second even was the Plus Arts Project at The Mayors Parlour deep in the bitt crack of the east end.

Downing copious amounts of alcohol I was armed with cards and my network know how.  Yet I will worn you.  If you hand me a glass of battery acid with an umbrella and a pineapple wedge I would drink it.  However London Frieze is not that different that London Fashion Week.  Yes there are the parties, yes there are the groupies and those whom have talent.  And There is a lot of overpriced shit that I just don't get.  Making contacts was a plus and and saw some work that I liked.  But I do not go these things looking for inspiration.

Seing some familiar faces was nice and met a YBA who didn't disappoint me in the least. However they did a fellow artist at the show who built the kismet meeting up in their dream, only to be met by a drunk sloppy cunt with cheap jeans and a crooked smile.

Friday 14 September 2012


Since my last post from a trip that was to be from Morocco via Edinburgh I have been busy.  I was tapped to work with J&B for Diageo in France and busted my ass to get the brief right.  But the French cock blocked me with every law and vague nuance they could come up with.  Working on getting my artwork ready for both Religionus Violenta Show and The SpareParts exhibition.  trying to get a refurb on and still do my customers, find time for poochie love, my partner and myself.

It has been a crazy few months, and let me just say this it has been anything but dull.
Dealing with corporate gigs is a little stressful cause it's a hurry up and wait thing.  Trying to speak copy to them is like learning a whole new language.  Still I tried my best.  i did the Amsterdam Tattoo Convention and seems like things just keep getting busier for me.  I must have a horse show lodged in the crack of my ass.  I turned 44 and in a few days time I am going to Paris to see a friend from Califormia. When I get back I have the refurb to finish and then the 10 year birthday party to do.  Hope you got you invite, cause this bitch needs a drink.

Remembering Three My Friend Paul Harmon

Yesterday was a fucking bitch, and not in a good way.  Seriously the last few weeks there have been tax lawyers, police,  cowboy rogue builders art shows and a blur of time has whipped my ass faster than a submissive at a Leather daddy convention.  Still I caught my breath.  Then it hit me this morning.  He was gone.  I met three Kenny Hash in the late eighties, who in turn introduced me to Three.  His name as he was a third of the family name.  Like me he was a cocky son of a bitch.  He funny, Texan swagger and was just an all around good guy.  We went to parties drank a lot and partied even harder.  Three and I became close and we worked together on a few low budget films.

He was very much into architecture, furniture and design.  He moved by way of San Francisco to LA when I met him.  we were young, fearless and in some instances really stupid.  But he had a laugh and there were times when I felt he had my back.  When LA started to loose it's shine Three moved to New Yourk City and I moved to London. it was harder to see him as I came on a whime with virtually just the clothes on my back and Orange County dreams to get the fuck out of dodge.  LA was stale, dull, complacent.  Sure there is lots to do, but it's a theme park now.
We tried to keep in contact and we would gossip.  One thing Three loved to do was gossip and I ever the willing ear, couldn't keep a secret.  I could spread shit about you faster than the internet and that wasn't even invented yet.  He used to say, "there is telephone, television, telegram, tell-a-henry!"  He wasn't lying.

I learned about fifties furniture through him and he was a high creative individual.  I introduced him to Kathy a friend I had just met.  On set he came up to me and said, "There is some big titted blonde outside in a BMW convertible thinking she is hot shit asking for you." They became close as well. Three was good with the one liners, quips, soundbites and bon motts.  I loved Three.  Three never judged me and he could tell me anything and I would judge him.  I felt like he was a true confidante.  As he was in New york we would touch base from time to time.  Yet as the years progressed and my business and career started to form i lost touch and I had a partner, a dog and new foreign address.

I found out that Three was diagnosed with cancer and quickly succumbed to it.  i found out through a mutual friend he used to date.  I was shocked but I didn't know how to process this.  He wasn't supposed to die.  We we're supposed to live forever.  I never got to say goodbye to him properly.
Three where ever you are, I just want you to know that there wasn't a day that I never had you on my mind.  You are and were an amazing friend, I am going to miss your calls to force me out to bars to meet guys. Your witty ways and your wicked sense of humour.  I will never forget you.  And I am sorry I wasn't there to encourage your in your time of need.  and I feel like I failed you as friend.
Please forgive me.  I can hear your laugh in my head and the way you call me bitch!

Takes on to know one.

Your presence in my life is made it that much fuller and richer having known you and always know that I love you.  I will miss the physical you but I will always have our memories and our time spent.
Love always your bastard bitch of a friend.


Saturday 21 April 2012

Ms. Badu Vs. the Supposed Muslim Tattoo

I ahve said hand over heart that I am a fan of Erykah Badu. She is bad ass and her music is always a comfort to my ears and next to playing Fucked UP some of my hip hop clients like it. Recently iread a tibit that the country of Malaysia got their painties in a wad over the fact that Ms. Badu had body art of the word of Allah. I know some organized faith's tend to really kick up a fuss when dieties come into the role of tattoo or bady art. This epeisode forced Erykah to give a public appology and to cancel her concert to her Malaysian fans. I know that Malaysia is a predominately Muslim country. Really there has to be larger and more pressing issues at stake than throwing a hissy fit about a singer posing with the a sanskirt piece upon her body. I once tattooed a Buddha on to a womans thigh and I loved it cause it was really cool and she ran into some problems when she went on Holiday.
The issue was that the spiritual being was placed low on her body and was viewd as a sacrelige becasue the God was lower than her human head, Meaning she appeared more supurior than Buddha and that she was have to pay respect and asked to cover it up on the beach whe she was. I was surprised cause they sell those buddha things all over the place in small sizes and human heads are above them when viewing. It didn't make sense. Erykah Badu has used diffrent types of bady art in her appearance to further achieve a multi-cultural look and feel to accompany her music. The Texan born singer didn't meany any direspect intentionally, I believe. Still, the fact that something like a ltttle body mae up in a photo can cause such a storm in a tea cup is silly. Still miss Badu is a bad bicth in my book, and that is a good thing. She comes to London in June and can't wait to see her.

Tuesday 17 April 2012


We were supposed to go to Morocco for a small trip yet it turned out that some cunt whom worked for easy jet caused us to miss our flight and we were pissed. So on a whime we asked ourselves what we should do. Rather than sit home and sulk we hoped on a train and went to Edinburgh. This was my first time back in 10 years and my first trip with Bren. I had been a number of times and last went the summer before I met Bren and had the shop and spent a week up there contemplating what I should do. Funny is that I was now in a much different place in my life and I have a partner and a business. Before I just left my last tattoo shop and not really standing on any sold ground and was illegal with a expired visa.

I enjoyed my stay with Bren despite that fucking bitch causing us a headache. It's a very beautiful place and hope to return with the pooch in tow. Here a few snaps.


I have a fascination with witches. Brujas. Mystical beings that were both revered and loathed to some degrees. My family has a history of bruja's in their family tree. In fact my dad used to call my grandmother a Bruja. His labeling was more libelous than anything. I have been busy working on different piece and this is just one of them. I hope you like it. Prints will be available to the general public in limited numbers so be sure to pop in the shop and grab one before the sell out.

Sunday 15 April 2012

Tattooed Artist

Banks Violette is someone whose work is quit serene and impressive in the volumes it can speak when you look at it. Sidebar, I'm knda feeling him as well in the hot sense. He works in a load of different mediums such as salt which to me was very impressive, casting everything from motorcycles to musical instaments and their amps and acoustic boards.

Sunday 4 March 2012

Shop Till You Drop

Ink Whore (Front) Cotton Heather Grey and Navy Eco Friendly Inks comes in White T w/black ink

I have been hell a fucking busy here at Henry Hate Headquarters. Tattooing here, drawing there, firing people here and making merch there. Yes, Henry pie hands. As I swore to myself that I would start working on building the brand and taking it to the next level of my scheme. Sometimes I think I really should sit myself down and ply myself with some sort of mood stablizer that will allow me to relax. Any hoo boo for me, yay for you right? As there is alot of offer now at the Henry Hate Online Shop.

First Stage of Amy Portrait that I put on my twitter account.

Think of it as the universe telling you not to buy just more crap but beautiful crap! The t-shirts ave been doing well and I have already sold a few tote bags and prints. are you tired of the sily rock band shirt that makes you look like everyone else? Does you Walk Of Shame bag make you look a little to slutty or in dire need of a new haul? Is your house or flat begging to be adorned with new works of art that would make great conversation pieces at any cocktail party?

Fear not Henry Hate Onlie is here to help remove any of those pesky weighty questions with a new addition to your hoarding ways,