Political attack ads are almost always trashy–lurid details about an opponent’s sordid life, wild speculation, tasteless graphic design and distorted mask-like images of politicians’ bloated, malevolent faces like cartoon villains. But, few ever strive to become art or at least be so bizarre that they reach a level of aesthetic greatness that can only be … Continue reading
Why hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! I know–it’s been another roller coaster week here in America as we were lucky enough to be reminded multiple times just how gross the National Rifle Association and their spokespeople are. From CNN’s Town Hall with the survivors of the shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School who … Continue reading
At least in the art world, this week felt like it was almost solely dedicated to yelling about Artforum and its continued connection to known creep and former publisher Knight Landesman, despite the magazine’s attempt at “wokeness” under their new Editor-In-Chief David Velasco. Hyperallergic’s “Art World Largely Silent As Artforum and Landesman Continue to Fight … Continue reading
In our constantly accelerating culture of crazy from Trump’s Twitter tirades to Nunes’s nonsense memos to art world shenanigans like deciding xenophobic border wall prototypes are “art,” it can be difficult to find time to pause and reflect. But, sometimes the most ridiculous historical moments can have chilling contemporary resonances. Case in point–the late 1970s … Continue reading
Justin Timberlake wants you to know he’s woke. He gets it. He’s basically the best ally a girl, person of color and/or queer could ever hope for. He’s got a handle on all the hashtags–#TimesUp, #MeToo, #BlackLivesMatter, etc. And like all the best allies, Justin knows the best way to show support is to appropriate … Continue reading
“You can’t make this shit up,” repeats the hapless former press secretary and White House Easter bunny Sean Spicer, as his “daily, if not hourly mantra.” This apt line, more articulate than anything Spicer said behind the podium in his months of White House employment, is quoted by Michael Wolff in his new book/American cultural … Continue reading
When I was eight years old, I wanted to be Tonya Harding. Well, at least momentarily. Playing outside on a particularly frozen day in 1994, I pretended to be figure skaters with a friend. Did I want to be Nancy Kerrigan with her perfect brunette ponytail, Vera Wang-designed white costumes and sophisticated poise? Hell no. … Continue reading
