Black and white photo of a person in a studded bodice, spiked collar and fishnet stockings, with tattoos visible on the upper arm and on the thigh.

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Studded corset with tattooed arm and thigh

Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A black and white photograph cropped from the neck down, showing a person in a black bodysuit with a studded bodice, a spiked collar and a sleeveless studded top. Tattoos are visible on the upper arm and on the thigh under fishnet stockings with garter straps, though their detail is hard to make out. The plain light backdrop and soft lighting keep the focus on the clothing and the outline of the body.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The last order of pyramid studs left the workshop on a Thursday, packed in brown paper and tied with the twine my father always said was too good for the job. Nobody asked where they were going. Nobody ever did. We made rivets for saddlers and cutters for tailors, and Dad's rule was that a stud is only as honest as the hammer that closed it.

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Ruth came in the week after with a bag of old harness that wanted re-riveting. She set it on the bench and then, without looking at me, took out a leather cuff with three studs gone green at the edges. "Your father made these," she said. "He stamped the back with a little bird." I turned the cuff over. There was a bird, no bigger than a fingernail, and beneath it a date from the year before I was born.

We spent the afternoon at the anvil, her holding the punch steady while I tapped out a replacement, neither of us talking much. The ring of the hammer carried out across the yard. When she finally picked up the cuff, she fastened it round her wrist and pulled the strap tight with her teeth.

I found the ledger that night. Every stud Dad ever sold was logged, except one line in his cramped hand: four dozen, sent to R. Hale, no charge. The order I'd taken for the theatre in Leeds had come from the same address. I put the kettle on and sat with the lamp until the hammer on the next street started up again.

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