Brooklyn’s Tattoo Fair Inks in Greenpoint

Greenpoint buzzed last night with Brooklyn’s Tattoo Fair, needling NYC’s spring at a Nassau loft. Artist Tariq Evans inked skulls as 300 queued, a $10 ticket fest of skin art. It’s borough ink—pure BK vibe, needles hot. A kid winced at a line; a pro flashed a sleeve. ‘Brooklyn marks—this is it,’ Evans says, wiping stencils. The room turned parlor.

The fair’s fresh—March 21’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing chairs by noon. Evans, a Williamsburg inker; last night’s crowd hit max—buzz hummed. A latecomer nabbed a slot; ink flowed—NYC grit glowed. Runs one day—tats ruled. #BKTattooFair trended; Queens wants a needle.

Some griped—’Too loud,’ sniped a newbie, dodging buzz. Space squeezed—latecomers stood; art held. A gun jammed—fixed quick; lines rolled. Staten wants a turn, but Greenpoint owns it—ink rules. The loft’s never needled so bold.

Evans hints at a monthly run, maybe a flash day if spring bites. ‘NYC’s skin—this paints it,’ he says, packing kits. The fair’s a Brooklyn win—grit meets sting. It’s a tattoo rush; catch the next. Bring a sketch—lines call.