There’s already the gentle buzzing of several tattoo guns overlapping each other as I walk through the entrance of Manchester Central, what was the GMEX, as the building fills up with visitors. It’s Saturday 29th, and I’m at the Tattoo Tea Party, an annual convention held under the domed roof of the former train station. Hundreds of tattoo artists have set up stall already and have clients in sitting or lying positions, adorning them with ink. It’s my first tattoo convention.
(I shot this in landscape and my Samsung Galaxy A55 annoyingly chose to capture in portrait.
Throughout the day: tattooing, fire performers, jugglers (one of whom bore a striking resemblance to Howard off Better Call Saul, or Patrick Fabian), stilt walkers, dodgems, a Ferris wheel and body paint displays.
The patrons roll in, mostly dressed in clingy black and tattooed already – not unlike myself, to be fair. My local tattooists Amanda (who did my dopamine and serotonin tattoos a couple of years ago) and Mike from Inkin have a stall, although it takes me hours of methodical wondering around to find them. Some of the stalls were numbered, some not. They were right near the door, too. A busy stall. I didn’t get a chance to say hi. I thought I might get one, but I guess that’s for another day.
Will Frow |
A unique experience. Tattoo Tea Party will more than likely be back next year.