This week, a clip from the production of Twin Peaks: The Return was resurrected and made the rounds on Twitter, featuring auteur David Lynch losing his proverbial shit over the rapid manner in which directors are expected to work in today’s film and TV industry. Lynch being Lynch, he didn’t care about simple budget concerns or time constraints, eventually yelling in his folksy tone while angrily drawing on a cigarette, “We never get to go dreamy or anything!” Continue reading
Why, hello there dearest Filthy Dreams readers! Need something to do this Thursday (November 30) evening? Well, you’re in luck! Your faithful co-founder Emily will be in conversation with artist Devan Shimoyama, whose work she’s covered several times on Filthy Dreams including his current show Sweet. Join us from 6-8PM at De Buck Gallery (545 W … Continue reading
In his chapter “Fading, Twisting and Weaving: An Interpretive Ethnography of the Black Barbershop/Salon as Cultural Space” from Performing Black Masculinity: Race, Culture and Queer Identity, Bryant Keith Alexander explores the role of the Black-run barbershop as a space for community-building and performing Black masculinities away from hegemonic white culture. “I remember,” he begins, “the … Continue reading
Co-founder’s Note: Why hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! As you may recall on July 7, I opened the group show Night Fever, which I curated at Pittsburgh’s Future Tenant. It drew an opening crowd of over 1500 people (seriously). Of course, like Party Out Of Bounds: Nightlife As Activism Since 1980, I can’t write about it myself since … Continue reading
Why hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers? What’s that? Where have I been? While I know I’ve been slightly ignoring you, faithful Filthy Dreams readers these past couple weeks, it’s been for a good cause because I’ve been installing my newest exhibition–a group show Night Fever at Pittsburgh’s Future Tenant. The show focuses on disco and its … Continue reading
In his seminal 1952 anticolonial text Black Skin, White Masks, Frantz Fanon writes, “I am black; I am in total fusion with the world, in sympathetic affinity with the earth, losing my id in the heart of the cosmos–and the white man, however intelligent he may be, is incapable of understanding Louis Armstrong or songs … Continue reading