I am sitting at a computer, conducting search after search using the terms, “___ percent of people.” We started at “1 percent” yesterday morning, and today, at around 3:00 PM, we’ve made it to 75. There are six of us, including the artists Jennifer Dalton, Lauren Was and Adam Eckstrom. We search, type, print, compile, … Continue reading
SSION’s Cody Critcheloe transforming into a blue fingernail-sporting, drag version of Liza Minnelli. performing Neil Young’s “Hey Hey, My My (Into the Black),” was a vision I didn’t know I needed. But I did. Desperately. Ever since the release of SSION’s new music video “At Least The Sky Is Blue,” which Critcheloe also directed, Marion … Continue reading
Why hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers, and welcome to our latest installment of GIF reviews. This time, I’m focusing on Carlos Reyes current exhibition West Side Club at Bodega. In his show, Reyes created a series of sculptures out of wood salvaged from the former sauna at Chelsea’s still open West Side Club. I know, … Continue reading
Is there a choice to be a hustler? That question, which flits onscreen in a flurry of bold black and white text, is posed to three iconic historical and fictional hustlers who sit on a futuristic dystopian panel that resembles purgatory for radicals in Michelle Handelman’s new multi-channel video installation Hustlers & Empires. Of course, … Continue reading
“Part of the thing about secrets is that they have a certain kind of mystery to me. A dark secret, I don’t want to see something so clearly that it would destroy an imaginary picture…secrets and mysteries…provide a beautiful little corridor where you can float out and many, many wonderful things can happen,” vividly describes … Continue reading
Phew! Well, I don’t know about you, dearest Filthy Dreams readers, but yesterday was quite a day, especially for former Trump campaign advisor Sam Nunberg who shined bright like a diamond all afternoon into evening, performing a jaw-dropping and awe-inspiring flameout on live TV. It was a glorious tour de force, worthy of an Oscar. … Continue reading
“I’m a man learning how to be a man’s man man,” growls Casey Spooner, finishing off the sleazy club anthem “Everything Is Just Alright,” which began with the description, “I smell the smoke, I smell the piss, I smell the anger,” an apparent reference to Nowhere Bar (I can attest–it fits). While a deceptively short … Continue reading