Your Tattoo’s Silent Killer Here’s a secret your tattoo artist probably whispered — or should have: the sun is the slow assassin of ink. It doesn’t matter how skilled your artist was, how expensive your pigments were, or how religiously you moisturize. Step into direct sunlight without protection, and you’ve signed a silent death warrant …
The Illusion of Permanence You walk out of the studio with fresh ink glowing under cling film, convinced you’ve just etched eternity into your skin. The lines are sharp, the colors electric, and your tattoo looks like it could survive an apocalypse. Fast forward a few years. That once-black crow now looks like it’s been …