Santa Barbie

She’s crucified in stilettos, barely dressed, lips parted in a perfect hush—but this isn’t your Christmas angel.

“Santa Barbie” is a desecrated icon, straddling the lines between pin-up, martyr, and insurgent.

She stands nailed to a cross, her body a battleground of consumerism and control. The sack slung over her shoulder is candy-red and fur-trimmed—just like every corporate fantasy of the “naughty girl.” But look closer: there’s a present poking out of the bag. And what’s inside?

An AK-47, maybe. Or maybe it’s just another doll with her mouth sewn shut.

Either way, it’s not for you.

Her finger is to her lips—not in submission, but warning. She’s telling you to stay quiet. To watch. To ask yourself why every woman wrapped in red is expected to bleed for someone else’s joy.