Someone was taking a dump in The John Waters Restrooms at the Baltimore Museum of Art. Was it an art-inspired intestinal emergency or a dedicated tribute to the filmmaker whose major public stink involved Divine sampling some doggy-doo in the filthy finale of Pink Flamingos? Or perhaps, this intrepid museum-goer previously devoured John’s chapter “Act … Continue reading
“I just want to be perfect,” says Karen Carpenter in the recording studio, played by a Barbie doll fashioned by director Todd Haynes in, what I would argue, is still his best film, Superstar: The Karen Carpenter Story. Thanks to Haynes’s deranged casting choice, Barbie is a flawless proxy for Karen Carpenter, the wholesome clear-voiced … Continue reading
On location of the 59th Venice Biennale Arte Preview for Filthy Dreams! In the next weeks, I’ll post an in-depth review of the main exhibition, The Milk of Dreams, curated by Cecilia Alemani with anecdotes about accompanying national pavilions. First impression: EXTRAORDINARY! GROUNDBREAKING! But first, a FASHION REPORT: It’s impossible to see/experience this year’s Biennale … Continue reading
“Watch the wire.” That’s what I was warned as I maneuvered my way around marble-topped tables and White House gewgaws at the new 45 Wine & Whiskey Bar, a Trump-themed Trump bar at Trump Tower on a recent Friday night, trying to reach two plush high-backed dusty magenta chairs that wouldn’t look out of place … Continue reading
What is it about Los Angeles that inspires madness? Is it the consistently, unchanging beautiful weather? The constant void of those clear blue skies that would make André Gide sigh? Those palm trees perpetually swaying in the ocean breeze? The respiratory system-suffocating smog? Is it the Manson in the air? Or is it the ever-present … Continue reading
Co-Founder’s Note: Why hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers. While I have been hard at work installing my group show Night Fever at Future Tenant in Pittsburgh (more on that later this week), Mama has, against my better judgment again, been following the Furries around Downtown Pittsburgh. Even though I’m in the city this year for … Continue reading
Co-Founder’s Note: Well, hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers. Against my better judgment, I’ve encouraged my mother–Mama as she demands to be called–to cover yet another event for Filthy Dreams. This time, it’s the Andy Warhol Museum’s benefit Night of 1000 Elvises. Of course, being an admitted Elvis fanatic myself, I couldn’t stand to miss … Continue reading
Why hello there, dearest of dear patriotic Filthy Dreams readers! What’s that? You hear the boom of fireworks already? Well, grab a beer or a case and try not to get your hands blown off lighting up those bottle rockets. Rather than do a video post that we, here at Filthy Dreams, like to do on … Continue reading
“I was twenty two years old when I first arrived in Key West, it truly was an amazing place to be. Drinks at Claire’s, tanning on the Pier, playing Pac Man at Delmonico’s and of course, dancing at The Monster. Tea Dance at LaTeDa’s and those boring yet somehow comforting nights at Papillon’s.” –Luc from … Continue reading
Filthy Dreams Editor’s Note: From yiffing to erotic Furry illustrations (warning–don’t Google) to men in suits with tails attached wandering through Downtown Pittsburgh, Anthrocon is a yearly dose of be-furred hilarity in a city that already tends toward the surreal. Unfortunately stuck in New York and missing this year’s annual gawking at the Furries, I asked … Continue reading