Judging by the shape and many tiers of random cake innards, I'm guessing that this concoction is for a wedding between two individuals who believe that through the bonds of matrimony they will become one...or it's for a serial killer, it works on both levels.
Created by cake artist Gillian Bell, she describes her masterpiece as thus:
This is a new project. I have chosen to name the company 'Slice', as it deals with cake designs which have a hint of the grotesque. There are undertones of passion and obsession. Make of these what you will, they are really showing my love for all things a little bit wrong, my inner thoughts spilling out.
The chick is a bit insane.
Now, I'm not one to go all moral on anyone, and far be it from me to judge another person's artistic merit concerning fondant but I'm not sure this isn't actual skin:
|Do I See A Fucking Freckle?|
In fact, I'm pretty sure that were we to "slice" into this "cake", a couple of testicles and/or a sphincter would come falling out of it.
And I for one am not eating an asshole...not even for an anniversary.