Love Tats



Marc with Jason, who, according to Friendster, wants to meet guys that know how to be a "Hot Fuck" (image via oanmedia via socialitelife)

This emerging trend of "Love Tats" is bewildering. It suggests all sorts of dodgy human-ownership issues. Even Winona wasn't Forever (Although, evidently, "Wino's" are). Inking without thinking, is what it is. A "Love Tat," as we call it, is a tatoo, often worn by the subordinate -- i.e. the less monied -- in a romantic-strategic relationship. (Averted Gaze)

Didn't the Emancipation Proclamation put the kibosh on all that?

And, while we are at it, don't the aforementioned "Love Tats" only draw attention to the skin deep symbolism of the dubious "love"? (Exaggerated cough suggesting feigned detachment) To The Corsair's count, Tori Spelling's lover is the most prominent member of this little Joy Tat Club. (Averted Gaze) Add Marc Jacobs' better half to the list, according to the ever-observant Ben Widdicombe and his spywitnesses:

"So the designer Marc Jacobs, wearing pearls and black eyeliner, is at Marquee on Wednesday. He makes a snide remark quoting the rude slogan ('F� You') printed on the sweatshirt of a nearby girl.

"'Wow, you can read,' she snarks back in reply.

"Marc gets snitty and turns on his heel in a tiff. But his boyfriend and former rent boy, Jason Preston, decides he has to defend his honor.

"'You don't insult MJ!' he barks at the girl, who looks at him with complete confusion.

"'Marc Jacobs!' he snaps after a beat, as my spy-witness snickers.

"Or he could have just rolled up his shirt sleeve and shown her Jacobs' name, which he had tattooed across his arm."

Does Jason Preston also pick the actual cotton used in Marc Jacobs' fashion lines?

My magnificent Blog Wife, Miu, on Jason Preston here.