Trump is the master of the image. I know—I’m not the only one to point it out. LA Review of Books’ Gideon Jacobs did it before, whose perfectly titled essay “Trump l’Oeil” grabbed me, up until he used the word “ontology” in an essay about Donald Trump. But at this point, isn’t it a cliché … Continue reading
I TOLD YOU TO ORGANIZE MY CLOSET SYSTEMS AN HOUR AGO!!! There are so many new clothes from HIGH-END STORES that need to fit!!…oh! *Ahem* Why, hello there, dearest faithful Filthy Dreams readers! Is it that time of the year again already? I was just lording over…I mean…um…collaborating with my new Executive Assistant! Of course, … Continue reading
Scrolling through a list of recently opened exhibitions, one name gave me pause: Cumwizard69420. A name that reads as if birthed—or shat—straight from the bowels of the Internet. Cumwizard69420. A name that seems as if typed by a snickering teen signing into a chatroom in 1997. In fact, that name would not be out of … Continue reading