That’s the title of the cover art on The New Yorker issue that arrived in my mail today. It shows a woman with a fabulous tattooed back and arms. She has red hair, a mean expression and is holding a glass of sparkling wine. “What a fantastic image,” I thought; “it’s a sign.”
My essay, “Permanently Cool: A Tattoo of One’s Own,” was published this summer in the gorgeous print journal, Soundings Review. Order it here.