Happy Easter, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! The day that drag king Jesus rose again. What? Oh, didn’t you hear, Mary? This week, College of the Holy Cross professor Tat-siong Benny Liew angered the Fox News set after someone decided to read his chapter “Queering Closets and Perverting Desires: Cross Examining John’s Engendering and Transgendering Word … Continue reading
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
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
Why hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! Are you ready for another installment of our GIF reviews? This time, we’re looking at Alex Da Corte’s current exhibition C-A-T Spells Murder at Karma. Inspired by R. L. Stine’s novel Cat from his Fear Street series–the older and trashier pulp fiction version of his Goosebump books, C-A-T … Continue reading
“Maybe I can’t find you, Peter,” darkly exclaims David Wojnarowicz, walking through a cemetery in his essay “Living Close To The Knives” (100). While detailing his harrowing and nerve-wracking attempt to find the grave of photographer Peter Hujar, who Wojnarowicz later describes as “my friend…my brother my father my emotional link to the world,” Wojnarowicz’s … Continue reading
