The Unclean

Most people think of holiday shopping as something done in December. But does anyone really like dealing with the crowds of holiday zombies just to spend money on someone else?!

So why not do some surprise gift giving at Halloween this year? Here are a few great places to find unique and interesting gifts for the [...]

Bloody Disgusting is giving readers a chance to choose the cover art for Wrong Turn 3: Left for Dead. Wrong Turn 3: Left For Dead will be hitting stores this October 20th, and you get to pick the cover art! Vote between July 24, 2009 and July 31, 2009 and check out the result in September.

The official Tim Burton page announced the launch of The Official Tim Burton Gallery. When you first visit the site, you are greeted by Stain Boy, who is your too cute guide throughout the gallery. There is also an upcoming art book and his art exhibit at MoMA

New York’s Museum of Modern Art (a.k.a. MoMA) just told us of its plans for a Tim Burton exhibition/film retrospective later this year; over 700 examples of rarely or never-before-seen drawings, paintings, storyboards, moving-image works, puppets, maquettes, costumes, and cinematic ephemera, and includes an extensive film series spanning Burton’s 27-year career.

The Raygun Gothic Rocket is an immersive rocket base environment consisting of a tall metal rocket connected via walkway to a taller gantry with a well-defined lighted perimeter. Participants can interactively explore the rocket’s three interior chambers accessible through the bottom of the rocket and the top of the rocket via the gantry.

To follow up on the article I recently posted, 4 Brain Eating Zombie Projects, here are 7 pieces of zombie art. If you like the zombie art that you see here, please take a moment and visit the website of the artist for more of their work. Flesh eaters rejoice!

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I’m Bill Shafer and I own Hyaena Gallery in beautiful Burbank, CA. I am the pus bubble staph infection on the ass of LA’s gallery scene. I am the middle finger that rises defiantly off the canvas and lodges itself up the uretha of every pretentious gallery owner on this sinking slab of Californian earth.