I attended a birthday party last week where the theme may or may not have been Kidchella, which was supposed to be ironic but it’s like, don’t tempt me with a peasant blouse and a good time. You see, when I RSVP “yes” I like to confirm with the note, “I’ll be there with bells on.” It means I’m dedicated, and already have an outfit planned.
The look was easy (this shirt, these shorts), and I even owned a flower crown from a previous engagement. But I had also recently heard that gold tattoos were trending — first from my 12-year-old cousins, then by word of Pinterest, and finally via every #summervibe photo on Instagram.
I had to have them. They were a little bit kitschy, but undeniably pretty. They wouldn’t be permanent, and let’s be honest: they’re cheap. So after I rounded up enough sheets of gold tattoos to potentially gild the inside of a really expansive chapel, I consulted a friend at Vogue who’d experimented with them before and seemed like a pro.
Arden’s tips were as follows:
1) Make sure you remove the plastic
2) Keep it minimal
3) Or don’t
4) Avoid putting it on your face if you have work the next day
5) Amelia, you forgot to remove the plastic
Her advice was solid, even though I only listened to steps #3 and #5, but what I loved most about these tats is that they just weren’t that serious. If I messed up, I could scrub them off. If I got sick of one, same thing. They lasted all weekend when I just left them alone, and they were better than jewelry because they couldn’t fall off my wrist on the dance floor.
Though I’m really not one to give into trends, especially ones that fit into a festival-themed birthday, this particular craze feels so summery, so easy (and so noncommittal) it’s basically a simple answer to the golden question, “Why not?”
Your turn: would you try them?
You can find the Jacquie Aiche tattzzz we used here.
Photos of us by Charlotte Fassler and Krista Anna Lewis