If it wasn't for the fact that he hates replicating his artwork, I would ask for the exact same thing. It's just something about this piece that I can't get over. I told myself I wouldn't get anymore tattoos but this beauty right here keeps pushing my motherfucken buttons. Call it what you want but this silhouette of Audrey Hepburn is fucken art. Trust me. I can call it when I see it. As mentioned previously, this here is one of my closest friends. And I can honestly say close because when I'm with him and my cousin, I never feel like a third wheel. I don't feel uncomfortable when they hold hands or smooch here and there. He's probably the only guy besides my brothers and father, that I can model silly dresses for, and I know he'll give me the real deal on how awful or good it looks. He pays for my food when he's not suppose too, but I try to get them back on our next dine out if he allows it. We can kick it in his room and watch bits and pieces of movies or shows, looking like a dead beat mess, and I'm okay with that. And if it came down to it, I can talk to him in confidentiality about what a fucken mess I am. He's certainly one of a kind. And I speak so greatly about him because he and I are so much alike. He might not agree but we are. We're both suckers for love. And we're not ashamed to show it. We love deeply and are very respectful individuals. He would never cheat on my cousin. And I can say that proudly. Cheating just doesn't run in our blood. He also has very good taste in music. Anyhow. I've managed to drive off the road as usual. The point is, I fucken love this silhouette portrait. I probably like it a little more than my very own tattoo. Wait for ti. Naaaaah. My shit is fucken ridiculous. In my RZA voice. Peace.
His blog is located on the right side of my page. And here is his official Facebook.