Toronto’s chefs and bartenders are a tatted-up bunch.They’ve got letters on their knuckles, elaborate illustrations under their sleeves and inky odes to their restaurants on just about every bare patch of skin. Over the past four years, she’s shot 300 portraits for the project and developed some “unscientific theories” about the connection between tattoos and restaurant culture. “First, chefs have only recently come into the spotlight.It’s morbid, but it represents me when I used to make charcuterie at the Black Hoof.” “My tattoos are spontaneous and without any real depth—just fun pictures. They met in a Thai refugee camp after fleeing during the rule of the Khmer Rouge.I got the ‘chowhound’ tattoo, above the roses, at random by spinning a wheel at a Sailor Jerry event. I was at the tattoo shop and two guys were getting matching tattoos for a 25th birthday. They married so it would be easier to get refugee status in Canada.Although, Hashimoto does have some fascist tendencies.
We spelled it the traditional Ukrainian way: Fesuk.
My tattoo is of the temples at Angkor Wat, a tie to my heritage.” “My knuckle tattoos are a reminder of how I got here and what I need to do.
On my left hand, there’s also a bouquet of roses with a ‘mom’ banner, because my mom said, ‘If you get another tattoo, it’d better have my name on it.’ To be fair, I got my right hand tattooed with the Montreal Expos logo for my dad.
“They come up with new dishes and pairings all the time,” she says.
“Food is consumable art, and tattoos are wearable art.