Black ink tattoo of two suited figures with monkey and giraffe heads on a shoulder and upper back, Blackwork style.

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Monkey and giraffe gentlemen on a shoulder

Blackwork · Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows two full-length figures in suits: a monkey-headed man in a top hat holding a cane on the left, and a giraffe-headed man holding an umbrella on the right. The figures are rendered as solid black silhouettes with fine textured detailing in the fabric and heads. The design is entirely black ink, set against the skin of the shoulder and upper back beside a white sleeveless top.

Blackwork Shoulder Back Monkey Giraffe Suit Top hat Umbrella Silhouette

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain had come down on the Hollowmere Club since Tuesday, and Ambrose Tibbs had spent three days hearing about it from the porter. Mr Tibbs, who wore his top hat at a precise angle and carried his cane like a sceptre, would not wait under the portico like a delivery boy. He stood on the top step, one glove resting on the brass rail, and watched Sir Gerald Longneck unfurl his black umbrella at the bottom of the stairs.

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Sir Gerald was the tallest member the club had ever admitted. The committee had argued about the doorframe for a full year before deciding that a gentleman's height was no fault of his. Now he stooped, and the umbrella rose above him like a tent pole. "You're getting wet, Ambrose," he said. "Your hat will never recover." "My hat has survived forty winters and two bishops," said Tibbs. "It will survive you."

They had argued every Thursday since the old king's jubilee, and every Thursday they had walked home together through the park. Tibbs had never once carried an umbrella. Longneck had never once lost his temper. The bargain between them was simple, though neither had ever said it aloud: the cane found the path, and the umbrella kept the weather off.

At the gate, Tibbs stopped, tapped the flagstone twice, and held out his free arm. Longneck lowered the canopy until its ferrule touched the wet gravel, and the two of them stood beneath it, one dry hat beside one soaked one, the rain drumming on black silk above. "Well," said Tibbs, "we shall have to go round the long way." "We always do," said Longneck, and tilted the umbrella towards his friend.