The muddled, muffled sounds of an indiscernible song fuzzily blasted through a pair of wireless headphones at Vito Schnabel Gallery. Even though the listening experience was akin to holding a tin can full of static to my ear, I got a little choked up, straining to hear a then-new Velvet Underground demo played over the … Continue reading
*Blows horn* *shoots confetti cannon* Happy New Year, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! Crack open some champagne and come up with a fresh way to act truly unhinged in public! That’s right–2022 was the year everyone fully lost their minds. Oh sure, it was a long time coming. 2016 was the start of collective mental deterioration, … Continue reading
“She lost all her innocence She said, ‘I am not a feminist’ –Hole, “I Think That I Would Die” Examining society’s impossible expectations for women in her essay “Bad Feminist: Take One,” Roxane Gay describes, “…the right way to be a woman is to be thin, to wear makeup, to wear the right kind of … Continue reading
While most dream of becoming Edie Sedgwick, the doe-eyed doomed Factory girl on fire, I always wanted to be Brigid Berlin, the slightly intimidating overweight ultimate fag hag, amphetamine queen and the B to Andy Warhol’s A. Continue reading