Every year since 2010, Emma Thomas aka Miss Cakehead does an amazing pop-up cake shop in the UK called Eat Your Heart Out, featuring disgustingly awesome edibles from some very talented UK bakers! This year the event will be held in London from the 25th to the 27th of October, and it’s sponsored by The Kraken Rum so there are a lot of amazing Kraken-themed desserts, like The Kraken Cake and Cupcakes by Heartache Cakes. I took a look at her blog, Evil Cakehead, which is now my favorite dessert blog (ok my only dessert blog). The shit she has up there is mind-blowing, and even more so when you think it’s meant to be eaten. STD cupcakes? Come on, who’s never wanted a mouthful of genital warts? And the Buffalo Bill’s Skin Suit cake – I know when I watched Silence of the Lambs I was like, why has no one made a cake out of that? There are also Pretty amazing shit, I wish I could be in London to check it out first hand at this year’s pop up. Speaking of pops, there are also little movie buff cake pops for David Lynch and Steven King fans. I can only imagine how great Carrie’s bloody head must taste. Check out a selection of stomach-churning pastries below!
Buffalo Bill’s Skin Suit by Conjurer’s Kitchen
Kittiwat Unarrom is a Thai baker and artist, and a son of bakers, who uses his culinary skills to create some of the most disturbing and realistic corpse sculpture I have ever seen. Food art is no stranger to Thai culture – they pioneered fruit sculpture – and neither is death; the Thai have a close relationship with death and spirits, living alongside them and acknowledging their presence and power. So Unarrom’s sculpture makes perfect sense in the context of his culture, but also in the context of American food culture. Unarrom looks at his artwork as a way of communicating with people, asking them “whether they are consuming food, or food is consuming them” (source). If you look at the state of food in the US, the food eaten by a majority of Americans is certainly hastening our progress towards looking like one of Unarrom’s sculptures. His pieces are all edible, made of sweet and savory breads and sold at his Body Bakery in Ratchaburi, Thailand, although I don’t know if I could bite into a dead bald man’s face. Even Hannibal liked his flesh fresh. The textures and colors he achieves on the skin are breathtakingly real – mouldering skin, blotched with decay and sticky with oozed bodily fluids. Check out the photos of his work below. Those feet…THOSE FEET!!!
The Northwest has always been home to creative people who explore the darker side of our existence, and Corey Urlacher aka Goatus Art from Bellingham, WA is no different. His sculpture is an intense blend of images of decay and despair – a combination of the occult, medical pathology, horror and black metal. Each sculpture is an offering to dark gods, an altar of sorts. The colors he works in invoke rotting flesh and decaying antiques, and they look like the kind of pieces I would expect to hang on the castle walls of Elizabeth Bathory or Vlad the Impaler. Striking and terrifying, Urlacher’s sculptures give the impression of chaos but are simple and symmetrical in their symbolism. Urlacher is currently showing as a part of Curiosities at the Modern Eden Gallery in San Francisco, and there you can see his work in person until September 7th.
When I picture the house of my dreams, I think of rooms that are inviting and creepy at the same time, where you want to hang out but it takes a minute for you to feel completely comfortable with all the weird shit staring at you. Basically, I want to live in the Adam’s Family’s house. In these rooms, Adam Wallacavage‘s chandeliers hang in almost every room, bestowing light on its occupants from hissing snakes’ mouths or dangling tentacles. Wallacavage has reinvented the chandelier from its bougie roots, and created an oddities version of it. My favorite piece is the Medusa chandelier, with its golden screaming heads, snakes with awesome snakey tongue bulbs (um, where do you get those if they burn out?) and the outpour of blood red crystals from the severed heads of this mythical beast. His specialty is octopus chandeliers, which would seem at home in some Atlantis mansion but would also add a weird and amazing quality to land-bound rooms. He also creates pieces using animal skulls which are really fucking cool, highly lacquered with crystalline teeth gaping down at you. Check out a collection of his stunning works below!
Wayne Martin Belger is an artist whose projects are time consuming and ultimately hugely rewarding, not only for him, but for his audience. He creates some of the most unique and stunning sculptural and photographic work I have ever seen. When Belger chooses a subject to photograph, he starts from the very earth the subject grew in. He makes a pinhole camera using items of significance for his subject – relics and materials that represent or are directly connected with the person or things he will photograph. He constructs complex and beautiful cameras of organic and inorganic materials so that when he takes the photo, the image is interacting with parts of the subject both outside and inside the camera. Belger uses pinhole photography rather than lens photography – this way, there is nothing interfering with the light reflecting off the subject onto the film, no mediators or manipulators. In an age of digital photography, this dedication to the bare science of capturing light on film is both astounding and impressive. His cameras are works of art, and the photos he captures with them are haunting. Check out the works of Wayne Martin Belger below…
Designed to study the beauty of decay.
4″x5″ camera made from Aluminium, Titanium, Brass, Silver, Gem Stones and a 150 year old skull of a 13 year old girl. Light and time enters at the third eye, exposing the film in the middle of the skull.
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One of Czechia’s most famous tourist attractions is the Sedlec Ossuary, located in the town Kutná Hora, about 45 miles east of the country’s capital Prague. The place is often refered to as bone church or bone chapel, and that for a reason:
The Sedlec Ossuary contains the skeletons of approx. 40.000 people (some resources say up to 70.000), whose bones have in many cases (about 10.000) been artistically arranged to form furnishings for the chapel. When you enter the small, inconspicuous portal you don’t have very much time to prepare yourself for the sight: Due to the small size of the building (it’s really just a chapel) and the fact that there are no vestibules of any kind you’re instantly faced with the first decorations, all made of human bone.
Right after the entry a short stairway leads downward. To the left and right there are two huge, probably about 5.6 ft tall chalices made of bones. Downstairs there’s the enormous chandelier, which supposedly contains at least one of every bone in the human body. Underneath there are four pinnacles, each assembled with 22 skulls. The whole chamber features various garlands of skulls and bones. READ MORE…
Text and photos via Caroline Edge
The city of Camgüey in the east of Cuba is known as ‘The Maze’, its twisting streets built to confound marauders in the 16th Century. Whilst I was lost in its labyrinth serendipity took hold and I met a man who wanted to show me his pet crocodile. Strangeness begat strangeness and later, in the humid night, he led me deep into a barrio of wooden houses. From a hut cold light and the sound of drums streamed into the night. Smiling faces welcomed us into the space, dense with bodies, ripe with the scent of death and swarming with flies. An altar filled half the space laden with fetishes and sticks; a Halloween mask, a desiccated snake, crucifixes, dolls; all covered in black, congealed blood. My companion whispered in my ear that beneath these sacrifices lay a vessel filled with human remains. And then the ceremony began.
Palo Mayombe is a religion developed by the slaves transported to Cuban plantations from the Congo in Central Africa. The religion is practised through ‘houses’ which often have differing practises and beliefs, although ceremonies typically include spirit possession and blood sacrifice. The hierarchy of each house is structured like a family, originally providing a substitute for those separated by slavery from their blood relations.
Palo symbolism reflects a diverse heritage. Rolled up suit trousers echo the clothes of plantation workers, Cuban cigar smoke feeds totemic objects and Catholic iconography is synthesised into Palo belief. Paleros believe that the spirit world, populated by their ancestors, is all around them. In the Palo ceremony reality and spirit are brought together through music, drumming and dancing. By feeding and veneration spirits are encouraged to possess the worshippers and speak through them. Palo is a product of intense transculturation, transcending linear time and physical location. It provides a coping mechanism for its believers throughout the upheavals of slavery, revolution or exile.
‘African’ religions were practised underground in Cuba until the abolition of slavery in 1886. As Spiritualism became internationally popular during this time religions like Palo came out of the shadows. After the 1959 Revolution, Cuba embraced its African heritage and the government took a stance of tolerance towards non-Christian religions. Palo and other Afro-religions, such as the more widely practised Santeria, became accepted and increasingly popular. Today Cuban exiles have made their religions internationally popular, especially in the USA. However, Palo beliefs have been easily confused with voodoo or labelled as Satanism, with accusations of grave-robbing levelled at devotees. As the religion does not have a top down hierarchy and centres on the individual’s relationship with the spirit world is it is difficult for believers to challenge these misrepresentations.
I have never understood the appeal of ventriloquism. There is something infinitely creepy about ventriloquist dolls; maybe if the acts were more along the lines of weird and horrifying I would enjoy them more. I really wonder about people who do ventriloquism. The dummies always have the weirdest, most exaggerated faces, with huge staring eyes, bulbous noses and cheeks stretched into a grimacing smile. No wonder so many horror films have featured talking dolls. Also, their voices are terrifying – all high and squeaky and manic. I just don’t like them. But if I feel like freaking myself out, I can stare at photos of vintage ventriloquist dummies for hours, feeling the thrill of a chill down my spine. So if you feel like that today, check out a wonderful and weird gallery below…
I had friend who owned a hearse. It was how he got around town, in slow, loud and methodical style. One time, he had to drive me to work – I had 20 minutes to get there, it was a 5-minute drive, a no brainer. But he didn’t tell me that his hearse went 15 to 20/km tops. I was late, but I did arrive in a hearse, so my boss forgave me. There is something about these vehicles of death that fascinate us; the last earthly travel of a corpse, before it rests forever in earth. Back in the day, hearses were ornate and richly decorated, demonstrating a certain nobility in death. Especially in South America, where they were often made of carved wood attached to the standard Cadillac or Lincoln body – a huge, plumed and shiny black death carriage – or in Japan where mini-pagodas adorn the backs of hearses in gold splendor. I am a big fan of the 50s models, with their wings and tails and white-walled tires, or the 20s and 30s models with their false curtained windows, ones that the dead never need look out of. In California, you might even see a pimped-out, fully tinted hearse sitting on dubs if you’re lucky. After the jump, Check out a gallery of beautiful and strange funeral coaches!
My experience with ouija boards is limited to two years of my teenage life. From the age of 14 to 16, I was obsessed with ouija, and I “played” with many different groups of people in many different parents’ basements. We used spirit boards every chance we got, and would use them for hours at a time, or at least until someone very negative and evil got a hold of our planchette. This could happen in minutes or hours, but it happened every time. In the spring of 1994, we wanted to talk to Kurt Cobain, of course. He had just died, and my friends and I (and teenage girls everywhere) spoke to his spirit briefly through the board. He told us that his favorite composition was “About a Girl,” and – I shit you not – the next day my best friend and I heard that song played in several different stores five times throughout the day. That was when I first got into ouija, but most times after that we ended up speaking to Damian or Demon or Demian or D-whatever the evil spirit called itself at the time, thrusting the planchette at one of us, telling us it hated us or her or everyone. One night, my friend and I decided to use ouija, so we made a board (as we always did; only one of my friends actually owned a real one, usually they were cardboard), sat down in her empty house with wine and candles, and within 10 minutes were so scared we flipped the board and planchette and swore off ouija then and there. I have never touched a board since. But now I have found a treasure trove of beautiful handmade ouija/spirit boards on Etsy! They are carved, varnished, painted and sculpted by hand and some are truly lovely to behold. I am sure if they are used correctly they are a great way to connect with spirits, but as a teenage girl we didn’t have the respect or experience to use them correctly. I have picked some of my favorite I have found on Etsy, from craftspeople like PereplutCW, SpiritBoard, Midnight Crossroads, Magic Craft Shop, Lord Mock Designs, Graven NY and Hollow Wares. After the jump, check out a selection of handmade spirit boards…but watch out for Damian!