Okay, so it didn’t actually begin with Egyptian symbolism, let me keep it real for the fans out here. The Eye of Horus was my second ever tattoo at around age seventeen from a spot in Northern New Jersey where I barely made it through the icey hot slicing, outlining, and shading that came with this (only twenty minute) addition.
Nonetheless, the picture to our left was taken by a talented photographer after our actual shoot, for funsies. Later that evening, he texted me a long essay-like message regaling me with streams of consciousness on all things Ancient Egyptian. The Goddess Isis, God Osiris and their peculiarly procreated progeny, Horus. At that particular moment, I was lightly obsessed with Egyptology — however, his text caused me to up the ante.
Not long after, serendipitously, a man stopped me on the streets of Manhattan while I was speed walking and chatting with my homie, KG. His approach was such that KG thought he and I had known each other for years; slick. He wanted to take a photo of me and keep it chuckin, to which KG and I looked askance at each other but inevitably, surrendered to the powers of random strangers causing a stir in you.
Three days later, he texted me the photos he’d taken and asked if they looked like anyone else I may be familiar with. Shocker, a trick question. The thing was, I’d been standing on the curb with the last of the suns ray just lighting me up with their sliver and most interestingly, I was standing at a profile. A pose I never make. I looked Egyptian as hell (more than usual). He and I spoke one and off for months, primarily about Ancient Egypt and the occult. My thangs. Our conversation led to another tattoo, naturally; Goddess Isis.