The first observation might seem a bit idiotic at the outset; after all, Kat rose to fame based on the wildly popular television series LA Ink, chronicling her life in the City of Angels, inking up the not-so-rich and infamous. But she's also a genuinely good artist in her own right.
I've been returning to drawing in a big way the last little while, and while it's rewarding, it's also incredibly hard, time-consuming, and frustrating. Kat has an incredible faculty to be able to draw both what's in front of her as well as from her considerable imagination. She shares drawings, stories, and photographs in this gorgeous red hardcover book; its pages are designed like a scrapbook, with snatches of tattoo sketches (and the finished work), highly stylized photographs, letters, and doodles. It's a fascinating chronicle of memories and experiences, and adheres closely to Kat's high-wire act of balancing relenteless self-promotion with genuine twin passions for art and human connection.
The front cover, with Kat hugging a diary to her chest, sleeve-tattooed arms enfolded around her tiny frame, angular face, black hair, leather pants and super-high red sparkly shoes tells you that while she isn't exactly the girl next door, she's not the trampy, vampy hellraiser she might like to make her out as, either. This bears out within the pages of The Tattoo Chronicles (Harper Collins), particularly the more personal bits detailing Kat's up-and-down roller coaster of a relationship with rock and roll bad boy, former Motley Crue bassist Nicki Sixx. The age difference between she and her paramour -Sixx's 50th birthday party is chronicled, along with Kat's 27th (with much frustration she tosses off a "so-the-hell-what?" at the age discrepancy at one point, the flippancy of the statement belying its worried underpinnings) -as well as the close relationship she shares with many women, including her sister Karoline, and Johnette Napolitano, who wrote the book's compelling foreword.
The Concrete Blonde singer's line that "I just do what I do and happen to be a woman" struck me, because so many of the artists I admire carry the exact same credo, and it's one, I think, that applies equally to Kat, who has blazed a trail for women who tattoo, who love it, or are fascinated by its culture.
But that accomplishment doesn't erase vulnerability or, indeed, humanity. For all her fetching style and tough-lady attitude, Kat very much comes off as an insecure, anxiety-prone twenty-something in the throes of forming identities amidst a barrage of external forces -ones that might a bit distant for some of us (TV shows, books, a Sephora make-up line) but nonetheless fascinating, and even familiar. Who can't relate to the stress of being far away from a loved one? fights? a breakup? panic over losing your sense of self that makes you you? Her Alpine-esque ups and downs with Sixx are shared with searing honesty. In one entry, dated July 7th, 2008, 4:42am, she writes:
There's no ignoring the physical distance between Nikki and I today -and it'sNever for a moment does Kat lose sight of the ultimate prize: further fame and notoriety. Her single-minded approach can be cloying at times, but it also gives way to some truly moving passages. Kat's write-up about Glory Mkini, who comes to her for a tattoo that both pays homage to her home (Mkini is Tanzanian) and covers up a scar, is deeply moving. The personalities that dominate the book (along with their accompanying photographs) provide a fascinating hodge podge of humanity in all its confusing, contradictory, inked-up glory. And it's in these passages, in Kat's detailing her exchanges with these people and their journeys, that The Tattoo Chronicles really shines.
only been a day -God, I miss him -can't sleep. How am I gonna get through the
next two months? More importantly, how the hell did I become "that" girl? I feel
so damn clingy -needy almost ... UGH. We start filming in the morning.
As to her own personal bits, Kat wallows the way any lovelorn, self-obsessed twenty-something might. It's annoying at times, but it's also related to an overall me-me-me-broadcast that defines so much Western cultural exchange within a young-celebrity context in the 21st century. Kat's entries occasionally read like Facebook status updates -not a bad thing, but hardly introspective. We don't get a true sense of why a veteran like Johnette Napolitano is her friend, and we get naive howlers like her relating her own relatively-short period of sobriety with Nikki's decades-long process. They aren't the same, Kat. They really, really aren't. Stop comparing. Stop always bringing *you* in.
But that sense of ballsy narcissism, of take-on-the-world-ness, of shrieking arrogance-meets-naivete, is really the charm of it. Just when you think you could never have anything in common with someone like Kat Von D... the "someone like" part vanishes, and, past the shoes, the makeup, the spiffy clothing, the perfect lighting, the plastic surgery, and oodles of rock and roll/celeb connections, there's this... lonely, wildly insecure, overwhelmed, for-all-her-success-hugely-naive, messed-up person... who happens to be hugely talented (and, um, rich), very curious about people, and unafraid to speak her mind. There's something heartening about seeing someone so completely, unapologetically like the rest of us non-gothy-glam schlubs... make it, while bleeding all over everyone and not trying to be cutesy about it, but hauling out the mops and shouting for a TV camera. Kat feels so appropriate for here and now, and her latest book is proof of that.
The Tattoo Chronicles is a book that inspires curiosity, thought, and guffaws for sure -but within it is the unquenchable instinct to connect, cherish and accept everyone within this crazy little globe, no matter how mnch -or little -they may have lived, or how much they have to show for it, physically and otherwise. Everyone has a story. It's nice to see them so creatively chronicled.