Prince Harry has found a sense of comfort and security in the arms of U.S. authorities, particularly the New York Police Department.
On the day of his much-anticipated wedding, Harry decided to make a splash in none other than the Big Apple, arriving at the famous East Side Ink tattoo parlor in Manhattan. However, this wasn’t an ordinary visit. In true royal fashion, it was a carefully staged PR stunt.
Prince Harry pulled up to the iconic tattoo shop, where many of Hollywood's elite have been inked by the renowned artist Joshua Lord. Yet, despite the intrigue surrounding his visit, sources revealed that Harry didn’t even get a tattoo during this so-called "fun outing." Instead, he was merely there to promote an upcoming project. It was a promotional appearance, wrapped in the guise of a casual stop at a tattoo parlor. Nothing says "relatable" quite like a royal attempting to blend in at a tattoo shop while accompanied by a full security detail, including NYPD cruisers lining the street. It’s almost as if he’s shouting, "Hey, everyone! I’m just a fun-loving prince trying to fit in!" while the world watches, amused by the spectacle.
The timing of this appearance seems almost strategic, as Harry’s recent headlines included a near-catastrophic car chase. Now, he’s walking the streets of New York City, surrounded by bodyguards, attempting to showcase his down-to-earth persona. Yet, the absurdity of a prince trying to appear "relatable" is hard to ignore. After all, regular folks don’t have police escorts while they stroll through the city. For most of us, a visit to a tattoo parlor doesn’t involve an entourage of security or media attention.
Maybe Harry’s visit to East Side Ink hints that he’s considering getting some ink of his own now that he’s distanced himself from royal obligations. If that’s the case, what could he possibly choose to tattoo on his body? Could it be a crown perched atop his ever-thinning hairline? Perhaps he’d opt for something playful, like two oversized sausages. Or maybe, for nostalgia's sake, a portrait of his ex, Chelsea Davy, encased in a heart. A throwback never hurt anyone, right?
For a more symbolic tattoo, perhaps Harry would choose a massive mural of Meghan’s face, covering his entire back, from neck to tailbone, with a creative touch—placing her mouth strategically in an unmentionable location. Maybe he’d go with something bolder, like a leash around his neck, a humorous nod to the public perception of their relationship dynamics. Or, in a more self-deprecating twist, he could have the word "spare" emblazoned across his chest in letters so large they could be seen from space.
This over-the-top PR campaign to rebrand Harry as a jovial, down-to-earth prince isn’t fooling anyone. His true nature has been laid bare for all to see, and no amount of image crafting can change that. He comes across more like a failed magic trick, trying to convince the audience that he's still the fun-loving prankster, but the charm has worn thin.
And let’s not forget the sheer absurdity of Harry needing a police escort for a simple promotional appearance. To New Yorkers, he's less of a global celebrity and more of a curiosity—King Charles's son, a figure somewhat adrift in the world. These days, he represents neither the UK nor is he deeply ingrained in the U.S. cultural landscape. So, here's to Prince Harry's latest escapade, another attempt at reclaiming his once-endearing persona in a sea of skepticism. Ultimately, it’s not about how many tattoos you get or how many NYPD officers escort you through the streets. It’s about being genuine. Unfortunately, that seems to be the one lesson Harry has yet to learn.
