So the night of Written in Skin it felt as if the whole of my body was on fire. A white hot searing blaze of sensation darting across my flesh continuously. Anyone whose had  tattoo will know that the hours immediately after it feels like the worst sunburn you’ve ever had and on closer inspection we realised Loren had scratched much deeper into my thighs than we planned, the result of the pink lighting on my lower body which meant he couldn’t confidently see what he was doing and blood-lined much deeper than we’d rehearsed. After packing everything up and getting the tattoo bench back into Loren’s studio (an epic task in itself between the two of us when my arms felt like jelly), all I wanted to do was crash and burn into the sweet oblivion of sleep. Which of course would not come despite coaxing in the form of rum and tagine. My nerves were tingling and throbbing in an epic symphony of pain and rushing  endorphins. At around 2am I gave in and took some pain killers, which made me feel like I was cheating because as far as I was concerned the project wasn’t over it was just beginning. Loren swiftly reasoned that out of me. The next day all the pain had subsided and I was delightfully tender. That evening we went to Jame Alun Price to document the aftermath.

Huge thanks to Jamie for all his help taking these pictures the day after Written in Skin, we had a brilliant time in his studio taking these pictures. Jamie was invaluable throughout this project, a brilliant photographer and an even better friend.

See the rest of his work here http://www.jamiealunprice.com