Here at DC we get all manner of submissions, which usually appear in the form of gaudy copper range hoods, vaguely grammatical musings on rugs, and other gross stuff we would never post from people who obviously do not read our blog. But occasionally, something wicked this way comes, and today is that day. When I opened the email from photographers Winkler + Noah, I thought to myself, mmm, this is Creepy McCreeperson, and our readers don't really want us to go there. Right? Right? But as I perused the web, trying in vain to find something SPECTACULAR to post for y'alluns, I could not get these pictures out of my hormonal little head. Behold:
I don't know. Maybe it's just because I am incubating a little tot of my own, but these pictures FREAK ME OUT. Winkler + Noah manipulated portraits of children for their series Puppet Show, and there's something about these images that reminds me of those horror movies where dolls attack their unsuspecting victims in gruesome ways, all while maintaining their charming, disarming wide eyed sweetness.
Holy Village of the Damned zombie kids! Please don't kill me....
Brains: it's what's for dinner.
So cute, but he will use those luscious lips to eat your face off in a heartbeat. Those soft, vacant eyes are just a ruse to lure you into complacency. Do not fall for it!
Besides fashioning an army of killer kids that will steal your soul and leave you with an unfortunately shaped cranium, Winkler + Noah have been busy at work on other projects that range from the merely dark and edgy, to the patently nightmarish.
I actually really dig these moody and twisted images of moonlit roads from their Darkland series. As long as the puppet kids don't jump out from behind the trees, I feel pretty good here.
And who doesn't love the animals? Awww, my own precious posessed fluffy makes exactly the same face right before she tries to scratch your eyes out. Adorable!
I like giraffes! This is ok!
Uh, that thing keeps tracking my movements across the room. Gives new meaning to the term "wild eyed." I think this horse is secretly in league with the zombie kids, and I don't want any part of that.
And then there's this. Sweet jumping Jehosaphat, Granny's got an ax to grind!
I told the retirement home not to send in any more help when she cries and complains about not being able to get in and out of the bath, or wants someone to fetch more decorations from the attic.
Last year she swore up and down that this Christmas would be so much better and I just wanted to believe her. Maybe next year will be different.
After all, would this face lie to you?