Large back tattoo with Air Jordan lettering, winged emblem, the number 23 and a red bull head, shaded in red and grey ink alongside a grey portrait.

Air Jordan 23 and bull back piece

Realism · Back · Mixed · Photo

A large back tattoo shows the words Air Jordan on a banner above a winged emblem, with a bold outlined number 23 and a red bull head at the centre. A grey portrait of a man and a partly visible jersey sit on the left side, with shaded and airbrushed edges. The composition is dense and layered, with red and grey tones dominating the design.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dennis had until the cake was cut to find the shirt. Aunt Maureen swore she had packed it in the blue holdall with the broken zip, and now the holdall lay open in the church hall corridor, its contents spilling across the parquet like a tombola that had gone wrong. He knelt and sorted through socks, a tin of barley sugar, a spare tie with cartoon ducks on it. No red.

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The groom had asked for one thing. He wanted his granddad's old basketball top, the red one with the number 23 across the back and the snarling bull across the chest, worn once more for the photographs outside. The old man had run the Saturday five-a-side league from a back room above the chip shop, and he had kept that shirt folded in a drawer like a flag. Dennis had promised. He had not promised to lose it.

He was halfway to giving up when he remembered the anorak. Maureen had borrowed it for the drizzle at the lychgate, and it hung on the peg in the vestry beside the surplice. In the inside pocket, wrapped in tissue paper that had gone soft as cloth, was the shirt. The grey portrait of the old man's face on the left side had faded a little, but the red had held, and the winged banner across the top still read in faded capitals.

He carried it out to the lawn at a jog. The groom took one look, laughed until he had to hold on to a gatepost, and pulled it over his suit jacket without a word. The bull's head sat crooked, its horns pointing at the sky. "He always put it on the wrong way round," the groom said. "Said it brought luck." Dennis held the camera steady and counted down.