Five hands.
Five crafts.

A tattoo is only ever as good as the hands that hold the machine. Ours were chosen the way a fugu kitchen chooses its knives — slowly, on evidence, and for one specific cut. Five residents, one specialism each: Japanese, realism, fine line, neo-traditional, blackwork. Nobody here does everything; everybody here does one thing at award level.

And three seasons a year, the sixth chair goes to an artist we'd cross an ocean for — flown into Northampton so you don't have to fly out. For that week, Fish Street is the destination, not the detour.