I photographed Kelly Lamprin years ago in San Antonio. She had the gauges back then, but her skin was without a mark of ink. It turns out she had some plans for that. As I monitored the progress via social media, I began to question my position on tattoos. Kelly had an aesthetic that was undeniable and warranted a return. If you don't like her changes, fuck you. Zishy sucks anyways. But if you do, I am glad to entertain you with my wonderful site. We picked up some Whataburger and went to Zilker Park. It was one of the most Austin things we could manage on short notice.