meet psycho barbie

Mariel Clayton is, and i quote from her website – ‘a doll photographer with a subversive sense of humour.’

my very good friend from very far away, jessica, thought i might enjoy mariel’s work. i wonder what made her think that?

i must be honest, i more than enjoyed it! i oggled it and WTF-ed it and then screamed with laughter at it.

i think if i had to meet mariel clayton her and i would get along just great. that is until she chopped my head off and deep fried my ears in batter and fed them to her dinner guests.

clearly very easily.

because while as little girls some of us only ever wanted to dress our barbies up and take them pretend shopping and get that cool barbie convertible and hang out by the barbie pool, others wanted their barbies to chop their barbie friends up into millions of little pieces and cook their heads in the microwave. yup you heard me right, cook them in the barbie microwave.

see, don’t say i didn’t warn you.

this one is entitled:
‘Ken’s failure to perform landed him in hot water’:

he he he… the detail is unbelievable.

in these next two, ken is not so much into barbie, as into steve.

and psycho barbie is at it again:

barbie on crack:

this one is called:

‘Barbie’s obession with Urimancy was starting to really piss Ken off…’

see who says barbie is an airhead? there she is all scientific-like.

this next one is very haniball lecter. that’ll teach ken to leave the toilet seat up.

i love the brie and bagette on the kitchen table. so civilised.

this one is aptly entitled:

‘She likes hotels.. there’s someone else to do the cleaning in the morning.’

perfect for the cute little mass murderer in your life.

yeah, they just get sicker and sicker.

you go mariel!

mommy, mommy look, barbie made deep fried ken balls for supper!

these next two are my favourite and follow a slightly different theme.

this one is entitled:

‘Disappointment’

he, he, he, no kidding. poor barbie. it was after this discovery that she went crazy and started chopping heads off.

you have to ask yourself, did someone drop mariel on the head as a child? or did she just have a barrage of older sisters who constantly nicked her dollies? either way she’s got a creepy wild sense of humour.

(i hope she doesn’t ever read this, she’ll probably hunt me down and try kill me.)