
Sandra, how did it all start? What was the first tattoo you did?
Sandra: It was a stag beetle on a shin. On my couch in London, where I lived at the time.
Well, what else…
Sandra: (laughs) Yeah, that was wild. He was a drummer in a band for which I did the artwork. Actually, he was the one who had bought the tattoo machine in the first place. He was the one who wanted to learn how to tattoo. But he really didn’t get the hang of it. I was just so much better at it – and that’s how I became the shared apartment’s tattoo artist.