Is white lipstick the trashiest shade of lip color? Despite continually mulling over what belongs in the oozing dumpster of the trash aesthetic, I never really thought about it until the elongated scream of “Whiiiiiiiiiiiii-te lipstick!” that kickstarts the sonic tribute to this pasty lip on Hunx and His Punx’s new album Walk Out on … Continue reading
I haven’t attended an art fair in about a decade. Okay, fine, I do attend the Outsider Art Fair most years. But other than sampling art made by true weirdos rather than those whose eye has been hammered into submission by crit classes and high-end commercial galleries’ demands to maintain a samey-samey aesthetic to sell … Continue reading
Thank the filth elders above that Connie Marble somehow survived her attempted execution for assholism and skulked from Baltimore to small-town Pennsylvania to live out her sunset years! That was the first thought that crossed my mind as Aunt Gladys rounded the corner of Pepperidge Farm, crap cereal, and hot dog enthusiast Principal Marcus Miller’s … Continue reading
A tan Statue of Liberty proudly shoves a ripe, red, late summer tomato into the air, a more delectable replacement for her tired torch. A basket of more perfect-looking tomatoes, ideal for a caprese salad or simple tomato sandwich, is tucked under her arms. It doesn’t take a trained art history snoot to understand the … Continue reading
There is a tornado at the heart of Ethel Cain’s new album, Willoughby Tucker, I’ll Always Love You, a storm of such Southern Gothic biblical proportions that it rivals the foreboding flood that heralds the foretold birth of Elvis and his dead twin on Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds’ “Tupelo.” The tempest rolls in slowly … Continue reading
The porch goose, or as I mistakenly called it before googling for this article, lawn duck, is the unsung hero of lawn ornament kitsch. Sure, everyone loves a pink flamingo, which proclaims its bad taste proudly with that gaudy, garish pink rammed into a browning lawn at an awkward angle. That’s not even taking into … Continue reading
I regret to inform you that Montreal’s little slice of kitsch heaven, Barbie Expo (or Expo Barbie en français), has gone to seed. Sure, when I first visited the supposed largest Barbie exhibition in the world, its host, the mall Les Cours Mont-Royal, didn’t exactly live up to its PR promise to “redefine the meaning … Continue reading
After seeing Ari Aster’s newest “divisive” ride, Eddington, I returned home and put on Darryl Cooper’s three-hour marathon “Jeffrey Epstein: This was your life!” episode of Tucker Carlson. While I didn’t make it through that long haul in one night, Cooper’s deep dive into Bill Barr’s daddy and Epstein’s first employer after dropping out of … Continue reading
Does anyone love their job quite as much as Rosa, the bright-eyed and bushy-haired sex worker and l’amour de tout le monde à Paris in Paul Vecchiali’s 1986 doomed and demented romance flick, Rosa la rose, fille publique? It’s hard to imagine. She’s even working on her twentieth birthday! Currently screening at Metrograph on the … Continue reading
*Boom! POW! Squeeeee! SKWIZZzzzzzzzzz!* Well, hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams patriots? What’s that? HUH?! I can’t hear you over the fireworks blowing enthusiastic revelers’ hands off in the shining daylight sun! Hmmm? You’re not feeling particularly patriotic this year? Well, who can blame you?! But let’s see if we can change that! Rather than fetting … Continue reading