my mission

I’ve never been a fan of anything regular — regular people, regular places, regular ideas… That shit kills my soul!

I’m drawn to boldness. To the things that stand out, that don’t beg for permission to be loud, raw, and fully themselves. My mission is to build a space for misfits — the ones who never felt at home in a world that keeps trying to quiet them down.

This is a place for the unapologetically unique. A place where new ideas are welcomed, not shut down. Where you don’t have to explain yourself to be understood. A space that feels like freedom.

I’m here to empower the few real free thinkers left — the ones still brave enough to express who they are, no matter what. Around here, we do that through ink and raw passion.

warning!!!

This journey isn’t for everyone — but if you’re ready, don’t hold back. You’re not just here for ink. You’re here to create something bold, loud, and unforgettable. You’re here to leave your mark… ON THE WORLD!

kilo’s ORIGIN story

I never planned on being a tattoo artist — it just kind of happened.

It all started 11 years ago when I got into some minor legal trouble as a teenager. Looking back, it was a blessing in disguise. That moment forced me to stop and think: “I’ve seen this story play out too many times… maybe it’s time to change the script.”

I didn’t know exactly what I wanted to do, but I knew one thing for sure — I was never getting a regular job. Nothing against it, but I was a proud “E” student who got kicked out of pretty much every class I was in. Authority and I never got along. I knew I’d have to build my own path.

One day, I was watching Ink Master, and out of nowhere, I thought: “Man, I could do this shit.” (Yeah… the ego on that kid was crazy.) So I ordered a $40 kit off Amazon — said fuck it, what do I have to lose?

When the box came in, I tore it open, spent two hours just figuring out how to turn the damn machine on. The second I got it buzzing, my mom walks into the kitchen like a wild one and says, “You finally got it working? Cool. Tatt me.”

I was nervous as hell — but I did it anyway. No way in hell was I letting her think she raised a scared punk.

And yeah… the tattoo came out horrible. But it was a start….And that’s all I needed.