Why, hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! Are you feeling obsessed? Are you creating fanatical artwork about women or women-identifying role models? Want to put your startlingly monomaniacal filth elder adoration into the world? Well, then, please think about applying to this open call for emerging artists for the group exhibition Idol Worship that I, your … Continue reading
A young, fey sprite-like Truman Capote lounges, spread out on two ornate chairs, wielding a cigarette holder much like Holly Golightly from his Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Though Capote is at his most beautiful, not booze-bloated as his later years, he is somehow the least interesting thing in this photograph by Slim Aarons. The writer is … Continue reading
This week, a clip from the production of Twin Peaks: The Return was resurrected and made the rounds on Twitter, featuring auteur David Lynch losing his proverbial shit over the rapid manner in which directors are expected to work in today’s film and TV industry. Lynch being Lynch, he didn’t care about simple budget concerns or time constraints, eventually yelling in his folksy tone while angrily drawing on a cigarette, “We never get to go dreamy or anything!” Continue reading
Last week, Tila Tequila…I mean, Tornado Thien, the reality show star turned (neo)Nazi sympathizer, has apparently made yet another whiplash-inducing transition: religious zealot, announcing on a rambling high decibel live YouTube stream that she would be starting a GoFund Me campaign to fundraise for her upcoming gospel album. Continue reading
Why are animated villains always the queers? It’s not hard to create an extensive list: Scar, The Lion Queen, the Divine-inspired Ursula, Jafar, who certainly was more into shirtless vest-sporting Aladdin than Jasmine, and basically all the classic villainesses, from the Queen in Snow White to Sleeping Beauty’s Maleficent, who were some of the fishiest … Continue reading
Nobody expects to be confronted by a cat’s butthole on the wall of a flower shop. But, that’s exactly the startling sight in a photograph by Res hung prominently in the hallway connecting the two sections of the lush greenery-filled flower shop at 89 Eldridge Street. The photograph Reaching (Butthole) features a cat’s ass on … Continue reading
Last week, The New York Times reported the oh-so-disappointing statistic that nobody is boinking in New York City’s glorious public parks anymore. The article cited the paltry statistics that the NYPD only wrote six tickets for “sex in park” last year, compared to 432 in 2007. Continue reading
