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
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
Hallelujah, Mary! Why it’s time for a new seasonal playlist–our Mid-Winter Blues have gone away and we’re ready for a little spring salvation just in time for all those religious holidays. While we may be more Beliebers than believers here at Filthy Dreams, we could always use a little redemption, particularly if it comes from sleaze. Well, blessed … Continue reading
“My mother is dead. My father is dead. I’m gay. I’d like to be a poet. This is my house,” unsettlingly proclaims artist Jordan Wolfson’s haunting creation, (Female figure), during both the introduction and conclusion of its seven-minute cycle in Wolfson’s solo exhibition at the David Zwirner Gallery. And it certainly is her house now as she conjures … Continue reading
Feverish, deranged, disturbing, strangely hilarious and completely ridiculous, “The Carny” almost always pops into my mind when viewing the hallucinatory paintings of artist Mark DeMaio, as seen in his current career-spanning exhibition Priests, Stilts, Clowns and Freaks at Sacred Gallery NYC. Continue reading
As some of you observant readers may have noticed, I don’t often share my writing with other publications on this wondrously decadent blog of ours out of fear of becoming as queer theorist and former Chair of Performance Studies at New York University José Esteban Muñoz would call, using the biting words of Jack Smith, “a walking career.” … Continue reading
My recent visit to the Friedrich Kunath exhibition at Andrea Rosen Gallery once again proved the deliriousness of the minds of our contemporaries. Continue reading
Because it is time, the eyes open, the body stands up, the hand stretches out, the fire is lit… —André Breton and Paul Eluard In his introduction to the retrospective exhibit of his work “The Personal Eye,” Clarence John Laughlin offers this theory to explain the artistic vision of his photographs of Louisiana plantations and of New … Continue reading
Celebrating the 40 years of punk, we, here at Filthy Dreams, thought it would only be appropriate to feature our own gushing ode to our favorite trans punk: Jayne County. Continue reading
There was a lot of joy in my life last night, and it wasn’t just the home-brewed lager at Rockbar NYC. The happy hour promoted Big Joy, a documentary on the life of poet and filmmaker James Broughton. Continue reading
In the Mattress Factory’s new building at 516 Sampsonia Way, artist Chiharu Shiota’s site-specific installation “Trace of Memory” converts the recently renovated 19th century row house into a haunting meditation on memory. Continue reading
Forget about your wool scarf that your grandmother spent three months knitting for you. These days the city is wrapped around queer threads–colorful, uncompromising and double stitched.
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