Here in the West, it’s implied that tattoos are meant to be seen – and most are. They’re images, works of art, by their very nature visual. We photograph them, share them on social media, and scroll through galleries of flash/hundreds of pics, but what about the unseen? Those ones that are hidden away at work or around family. But you have them, just the same. The pieces that people you see every day don’t know you have. Just for you – and those close enough to you to see you in the buff. If you’re picturing a cute, little heart, thinking, “Yeah, that might work for someone with a tiny tattoo somewhere that doesn’t show,” imagine that no one in your personal or professional life knows you’re tattooed, but you have a full body suit with sleeves, like a tattooed vest, under your shirt with only an untouched trail of skin down your chest, so you can unbutton your shirt in a stuffy room. This is the culture of irezumi, or traditional Japanese tattooing, and the Yakuza have made it famous.