This weekend Shelby and I were walking through Downtown Disney (the shopping arcade adjacent to Disneyland) with Shelby's parents to find that Anne Geddes had just opened her brand-new flagship AG store there. We didn't go in, but just looking through the windows reminded me of just how bone-chillingly shiveringly creepy I find the body of Anne Geddes' work. The newborn babies shoved into twee costumes, the unnatural stilness of all the children, the contorted postures that either took hours of studio time or ten minutes of tranquilizers (and a copy of Photoshop) to achieve — it's a 'celebration of life' that's so . . . not.
(For example, what in the heck is up with this picture? Or this one — baby on a meat hook!)
She's managed to top the brrrrrrrr factor of her photographs with even worse additions to her product line, however — the entrance to her store is lined with these dolls. Is there anyone who can look at these pictures and not think "forest of dead babies!"?
Posted by Kevin at November 1, 2005 11:11 AM
