I hate the horror connotation. I hate the crowd of folk (and these chumps aren’t always outsiders) who think horror needs to be dressed in blood and guts, who think we spend our time poking road kill with our black painted finger nails when we’re not watching slashers. Yet every now and then something morbid outside the genre pops up and I can’t help but blog it. Not because I somehow get off on the authentic gross, but because I’m fascinated by the artisans of artificial gross.
Kittiwat Unarrom is an ex-fine arts academic who has started a bakery in Thailand. A bakery whose bread comes in the shape of human body parts. If shape wasn’t enough, Kittiwat is a realist with the edible paint.
Click on for the pictures.
So…yeah…ridiculous.
Found via Geekologie.
redicu-licious?
But seriously, I cheer at your first two sentences.
My birthday is in July.
Hint, hint, people.
No way in hell would I eat a head loaf. NO WAY.
Why do I have a boner right now?
I don’t know…do you have one finger nail painted black and an inexplicable hatred of your parents?
Peter, what you just typed creeps me out way more than this bread.
I’d serve this.
Do they ship to us?