The self-proclaimed “best damned camp on the Playa” at Burning Man, Barbie Death Camp and Wine Bistro will twist your mind and tempt your palate with controversial art and “enough wine to inebriate two Australian towns.” Let’s take a look.
Barbie Death Camp Features Hundreds of Barbies Marching Into Vintage Ovens
I didn’t count them, so it might even be thousands of Barbies! Let’s just say Barbie Death Camp features a shit-ton of Barbies who are about to die heinously, or already have.
Plenty of Barbies Also Get Crucified at Barbie Death Camp
The death camp is ringed by a couple dozen more Barbies who met with their untimely demise by crucifixion.
From Some Angles, Barbie Death Camp Seems Like a Joyous Crowd at a Naked Boy Band Festival
Even though they’re marching to certain death, these Barbies sure seem to be enjoying themselves along the way.
Ouch! Some of the Barbies at Barbie Death Camp Have Been Impaled By Pink Pitchforks
“Its just a flesh wound,” thinks Barbie, managing to keep a smile on her face despite this troubling double-impalement.
There's Also Some Nice Pink Gallows at Barbie Death Camp
As you can see on the right side of the picture, each hot pink gallow comfortably hangs seven Barbies.
Here's the End of the Line at Barbie Death Camp
At the end of the line, the Barbies at Barbie Death Camp orderly file into their choice of three vintage ovens.
It reflects a culture of dismembered and discarded toys and a disregard for pain.
It strikes me as trying to hit as many bases as possible, indiscriminately. I don’t think there is a coherent point of view.
I loved it. But what do I know? I was a painting major.
It’s a puerile shortcut that mistakes provocation for anarchic counterculturalism.
I’m interested in what ways squadratomagico might have participated in the event other then consuming other people’s art and passing rather sophomoric judgments on it.
The idea that these icons of perfect femininity could be cheerfully dancing their way to their own deaths is kinda interesting
Mel Brooks’ slightly obsessive spoofs of Nazis… were his way of exorcising his childhood terrors. But what are these schmucks exorcising? Pfui… Stupid bonghead whiteboy project.
The great thing is that with digital photography, embedded videos, and blogs, we don’t ever need to put ourselves through the ordeal of Burning Man to see some of the most interesting installations and performances.
Even an excellent blog cannot involve the senses to the degree that being there can. Without that effort, the impact is minimal.
My sister cut up and dismembered one of my Barbies once. She was 8. This project had about as much thought put into it.
I came up with the idea of Barbie Death Camp in 2000. It was never meant to have any symbolism whatsoever… You need to get over your petty feelings and learn to laugh at yourselves once in awhile.
Whether you’re offended or amused, Dr. Pyro seems to be in it for the long haul at Burning Man. If you’re in the “not-offended” camp, stop by Barbie Death Camp and Wine Bistro next year to see some banged-up Barbies, play piano, and enjoy the free glass of Franzia you’re sure to be offered.