By Keith McCurdy
Rihanna, Justin Bieber, Katy Perry, LeBron James, Rita Ora, Vanessa Hudgens, Demi Lovato, Cara Delevingne, and lots of extra of the most well liked celebrities on this planet were visible at the purple carpet, on live performance phases, and in journal spreads donning gorgeous ink created through Keith "Bang Bang" McCurdy. Named for the twin weapons tattooed on his neck, Bang Bang all started his profession as a self-taught artist operating from his mom's kitchen in Delaware, yet during the last decade his visible kind has transcended the tattoo global, proving that ink isn't only a assertion, it's haute couture. Going underneath the ink, Bang Bang stocks the tales in the back of his paintings for significant celebrities, celebrity athletes, and daily humans. packed with countless numbers of outstanding pictures that carry his daring, shiny designs into aspect, Bang Bang: My existence in Ink tracks Bang Bang's trip to the head, exhibiting that the simplest ink is usually even more than epidermis deep.
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In those days any showman worth his salt owned a big Mercedes – they were the only big diesel cars you could get in those days – so it was quite an impressive show. Considering Betty and I didn’t have two ha’pennies to rub together and I was a virtual unknown in the circus world, it was a very good turnout. I guess as usual I had somehow managed to punch above my weight. Betty’s sister Julie has always been a dab hand with a needle – whizzing up the most fantastic sequined circus creations. She made Betty a turquoise velvet wedding dress trimmed with rose pink velvet.
He agreed to put up some money for me to run my own circus. Then I found a man who called himself Captain Lewis. ) Captain Lewis was one of those characters that you find hanging around the periphery of show land. He was a marquee 39 Cottle Book 3rds 28/7/06 11:38 am Page 40 Confessions of a Showman hirer. He offered to give me a tent and all the equipment I needed in return for a share in the circus. With Brian back on the scene I had found someone who could not only perform lots of acts in the ring but most importantly take care of all the mechanics of the circus, the building and the moving of it.
I got up and made for the nearest loo thinking that if I waited in there for long enough he would get the message and be gone by the time I got out. But the rogue followed me in there and standing next to me in the urinal made, let’s just say, a very definite physical pass at me. ’ I yelped and rushed out of the gents and out of the pub all a fluster. We caught a bus back to Kilburn. I can still remember the journey. The smog was so bad the conductor walked in front with a flag. Joe spent the whole of that interminable journey teasing me.
Bang Bang: My Life in Ink by Keith McCurdy