I’ll be the first to tell you all about the amazing adventures my kids had (and Emma is still having) with Barbie. There was Morgue Barbie in her own body bag – originally a pencil case, and Cleopatra Barbie (“Comes with her own Asp! Order now!” says Addison in his Announcer Voice) and we even had Wheelchair Ken, who wound up that way due to a bedroom loft and a horribly malfunctioning piece of string.
I’ll skip over trying to explain bodyless Kelly. It’s just better that way. No, I really do think you do not want to know.
At any rate, never did any of us imagine the creative possiblities of Barbie and jewelrymaking. But Margaux Lange did. Her pieces are strangely beautiful and utterly fascinating. Not Barbie *and* jewelry, but Barbie *as* jewelry.
(Small plastic boobie warning before you click on the link, just in cases.)
Now THAT is weird.
It’s like a car crash…grotesque, but I can’t look away (well, I actually do look away from car crashes, but you know what I mean). …I want one *shudder*
ok, that’s just weird.
That is SOOOO cool. I love them. Best thing anyone has done with a Barbie in a long time.