I need to get something off my chest, dear Filthy Dreams readers, that really steams my buns. And this comes up time and time again as I walk through the West Village. I hate the NYC AIDS Memorial. Not just dislike–hate as in loathe, detest, abhor. Continue reading
This week, i-D Magazine’s Amelia Abraham published a think piece asking, “Whatever Happened To Camp–Does It Still Exist?” Believe me, Mary, just that question made me recoil in horror. How DARE they wonder if camp still exists?! Why, as we’ve frequently shouted into the abyss here on Filthy Dreams, it’s more important than ever! In … Continue reading
Here at Filthy Dreams, we take FAKE NEWS(!) seriously. That’s why we, like President Loony…I mean, Trump, are launching our first annual Filthy Dreams Mainstream Media Accountability Survey. We’re holding them accountable!! For…something!! Now, you might notice that our survey isn’t quite as long-winded as the GOP’s. I mean, who has time for that?! … Continue reading
Almost exactly two years ago, actor, perpetual student, artist, writer and all-around Renaissance man James Franco unleashed a fury with his exhibition New Film Stills at blue-chip Pace Gallery by recreating Cindy Sherman’s iconic Pictures Generation exploration of femme fatales and gender performativity. What’s that, dearest Filthy Dreams readers? You tried hard to repress those images? … Continue reading
Why, hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! What are your plans for next Monday night? NOTHING?! Well, I’m going to be speaking on a panel Career Building Via Social: The New Reality for Budding Female Artists and Professionals at the Young Playwrights Festival (431 5th Ave, Suite 5, New York, NY 10016) on Monday, February 23 from 6PM-7PM. Moderated … Continue reading
I’ve always admired Eyes Wide Shut. People poo-poo’ed over its release, which can mean either one of two things: it deserves it or people just don’t get it. When I first saw the Masked Ball scene, I firmly decided that people just didn’t get it. They were looking for more Tom and Nicole. They got … Continue reading
Last week, Renaissance man James Franco opened his New Film Stills at Chelsea’s blue-chip Pace Gallery, which has since sent me into a Franco-inspired slow rage boil since I first heard about and had the unfortunate pleasure to see the exhibition. Continue reading
Earlier this week, Gawker’s Tom Scocca published an article entitled “On Smarm,” posing the influx of snark on blogs and other “ironic” publications as directly oppositional to egomaniacal, smug smarm. However, we at Filthy Dreams would like to counteract this smarmy claim by choosing to revel in our own chosen method of combating snark, which … Continue reading
Why hello! What’s that sound I hear? Is it your blood boiling? Oh me too, Mary, me too. Sometimes you just need a good rant to get all that fury out. Ranting and raving is one of our favorite past-times as we furiously rage-text each other about issues ranging from tattoos to academia to queer … Continue reading