Welcome to Filthy Dreams
Well hello there! Welcome to Filthy Dreams, a blog that analyzes culture through a queer lens. Rather than jumping right into new content, we thought it best to introduce ourselves and our aesthetics with our Trash Manifesto
Latest Entries
Q Lazzarus Rises Again
If I had to pick the absolute perfect song, tied up with a gun to my head, I’d be hard-pressed to come up with one better than Q Lazzarus’s “Goodbye Horses.” That sparse, sultry beat that slowly emerges as if from the clouds, combined with a strange, sci-fi keyboard do-dooing that somehow comes off as … Continue reading
It Makes Me Sick!: Genre is death Resurrect No Wave Nihilism
I can’t be the only one who frequently fantasizes about what it must have been like to wander, either unknowingly or with a passing interest, into a Lower Manhattan club during the good-old/bad-old days of New York City and endure the sonic suckerpunch of Teenage Jesus and the Jerks with 16-year-old Lydia Lunch at the … Continue reading
Why Is There Not More Writing About Trump Aesthetics?
A square chunk of gaudy gold sits at the center of a low table, overpowering much of the other décor visible in the room—an inescapable brick of tacky opulence. One side reads in all-caps like your furious Boomer relative’s Facebook rant: TRUMP. On top is an ornate seal just out of view, obscured by the … Continue reading
The New Yorker and J.Crew’s “Future Critic” Shirt for Kids Is Obnoxious as Hell
Over twenty years ago, I worked at the mecca for trashy suburban mall goths, Hot Topic. Alongside once greeting a surly teen goth and receiving only a grunt in return and the little-known fact that Juggalos only want the largest-sized Insane Clown Posse shirts available in the store, no matter their body shape, one of … Continue reading
You Know I Love Dolls: ASMA’s “Ideal Space for Music” at SculptureCenter
Nobody can convince me that ASMA’s dolls don’t come alive and skitter all over SculptureCenter at night. That these little featureless skeletal femme creatures don’t pop up when the doors lock to tinker with the accessories placed around them—playing cards while lounging in the nude, tinkling the keys of their piano used as a momentary … Continue reading
In Heaven, Everything Is Fine but You’ll Have to Atone in Party Monster Hell First on The Weeknd’s “Hurry Up Tomorrow”
The Weeknd’s Hurry Up Tomorrow features Giorgio Moroder. Those eight words alone might be enough of a gushing review, the shortest I’d ever write. Do you need to know anything else about the new album besides the presence of the pioneering heavenly father of disco who sent Donna Summer’s divine voice levitating into outer space? … Continue reading
Why Does Art Feel So Boring Right Now?
At my first stop during a recent Tribeca gallery stroll, I was nearly knocked out by workmen hoisting a humungous heavy steel beam down the stairs of Andrew Kreps Gallery’s location in the piss-soaked Cortlandt Alley. Barely missing a good, hard conk to the noggin was nowhere near as frightening as being trapped, alone, in … Continue reading
I Shamefully Ignored “The Straight Story” Until David Lynch’s Death: It Might Be His Masterpiece
I didn’t know what to write about David Lynch. Sure, I knew that I had to write something in tribute to our preeminent filth elder (tied with John Waters)—the dreams of Filthy Dreams. But…what? Scroll through this website’s archives and you’ll already find pages upon pages penned on the man, his quinoa recipe, his paintings … Continue reading
“Bye Bye Love” Is a Gender-Fluid Romance Movie for the Criminally Insane
“Help! There’s a pervert after me!” A gorgeous woman (or so we assume) with petite features, framed by her pencil-thin eyebrows and gigantic 1970s bug sunglasses, dashes up to a man with mussed hair and a blue and red striped shirt, rudely interrupting his shouty breakup phone call with a soon-to-be ex: “Only losers get … Continue reading
Heaven Has Forsaken the Masturbator, but Ethel Cain Hasn’t on “Perverts”
Isn’t it about time that we feel bad about masturbating again? I mean, other than a few edging holdouts, how long has it been since jacking was taboo? That yanking your plug or flicking your bean or however you want to do it could risk a judgmental side eye and rejecting shake of the head … Continue reading