Welcome to Filthy Dreams
Well hello there! Welcome to Filthy Dreams, a blog that analyzes culture through a queer lens. Rather than jumping right into new content, we thought it best to introduce ourselves and our aesthetics with our Trash Manifesto
Latest Entries
Possession or Lesbian Awakening?: Maya Gunhilda’s “God Save Malvina”
“Malvina is the first mistake, Malvina is the worst mistake I’ve ever made.” Are you a fan of Sapphic coming-of-age stories…drenched in horror and told entirely from the perspective of the queer protagonist’s hyper-religious mother? Well, if you are, then look no further! Maya Gunhilda’s 2025 disgustingly delightful horror short, God Save Malvina, follows protagonist … Continue reading
Filthy Dreams’ Muzak Wish List Music Playlist
Hark! Who goes there! Is that you, ghost of Christmas shopping mall past? Stepping out of the fluorescent glow of a shopping mall department store, Filthy Dreams’ Muzak Wish List Music Playlist has at long last crashed into the season like a Macy’s shopping bag full of discounted sweaters and gift wrap. Who says nostalgia … Continue reading
Divas Down!: Christopher Gambino’s Mise-En-Crime-Scène “The Christmas Show” at Below Grand
I wish I hadn’t purposefully visited Christopher Gambino’s window installation, The Christmas Show at Below Grand. Not because I wish I could erase it from my mind, but I dream of stumbling upon this festive furniture crime scene by happenstance. A momentary look to my right while walking down Orchard Street. A glance at a … Continue reading
Olivia Nuzzi’s “American Canto” Is a Brilliant Camp Masterpiece
Olivia Nuzzi’s much-maligned memoir American Canto opens with a phone call and a cockroach rave. Stomping down Fifth Avenue in front of the Met, Nuzzi argues with croaky-voiced bear-crime-scene-stager and whale-beheader Robert F. Kennedy Jr…I mean, The Politician…about whether their long-shot presidential candidate x political journalist affair is wrong (it is). Answering his invocation of … Continue reading
The Museum of Sex’s “Utopia” Makes Being in a Cult Look Fun
A dour-looking, ruddy-faced Quaker, who, after a heavenly bout of what was likely typhus in the same year that our founding daddies signed the Declaration of Independence, was resurrected as “a genderless servant of God.” A swivel-eyed polyamorous duo who bred unicorns (or really, did questionable surgeries on goats), one of which, named Lancelot, hit … Continue reading
Filthy Dreams’ Spice Village Thanksgiving Music Playlist
Gooble-ooble-gooble! *sniffs around spice rack* kee-yuk, kee-yuk..? YELP YELP!! CUCK!! AAAAAAAAAAAHH!! Hark! Something spicy lingers in the air. Why, it must be Thanksgiving, which means that it is time for yet another edition of our Filthy Dreams’ Thanksgiving music playlist! As Sylvester sings, happy days are here again! This year’s playlist revolves–like that … Continue reading
The Sky Opens Up: Anna von Hausswolff’s Soaring, Saxy “ICONOCLASTS”
Every great album should come with a jumpscare. A moment that makes you stumble a little on a run, stop short on a walk, and jerk your head up when blasting it at home. On Anna von Hausswolff’s phenomenal new album ICONOCLASTS, that jumpscare comes in the form of Iggy Pop’s craggy, trembling bellow, loudly … Continue reading
Familiar Faces: Andres Serrano Bitched About the 2016 Election to Jeffrey Epstein (and Then Promoted Himself)
There’s a danger in building a career on being a “provocative” artist. Eventually, you may find yourself hitting up the most notorious sex trafficker and pedo in recent history and, I’d argue, maybe the most influential figure of the 21st century to rant about the election. At least that’s what happened with Andres Serrano, whose … Continue reading
Drag Them to Filth: The Worst AI-Generated Exhibition Press Release Ever (At Least So Far)
Have you noticed—a—few—too—many—thoroughly misplaced—em-dashes in exhibition press releases lately? A few extra oddball, “not…but…” styled phrases? A hefty dash of strung-together artspeak descriptors that are even more incomprehensible than normal? A splash of vapid genericisms that are closer to completely unintelligible than a poor gallery assistant grabbing at straws to get this press release finished … Continue reading
Shut Up! Shut Up! Shut Up!: Xiu Xiu Does Eraserhead
Tinkling, angelic bells ushered in the most mournful rendition of the Lady in the Radiator’s ascension anthem, “In Heaven,” I’ve ever heard, like a warbling hymn sung at a gravesite scented with night-blooming jasmine. At the conclusion of Xiu Xiu’s live interpretation of Eraserhead’s minimalist whooshing score, performed last week at Brooklyn’s Elsewhere, Jamie Stewart’s … Continue reading