“You can’t make this shit up,” repeats the hapless former press secretary and White House Easter bunny Sean Spicer, as his “daily, if not hourly mantra.” This apt line, more articulate than anything Spicer said behind the podium in his months of White House employment, is quoted by Michael Wolff in his new book/American cultural … Continue reading
“We are surrounded by everything you ever want,” purrs artist Andrew Logan, inviting viewers of homotopia.tv into the Glasshouse, his studio in London.[i] The Glasshouse resembles a Technicolor tumble through the looking glass if Alice sniffed poppers. His Pee-Wee’s Playhouse-esque studio is filled with giant eggs, regal tributes to Pegasus, and sculptures dedicated to outrageous … Continue reading
I have a confession to make, dearest Filthy Dreams readers, I’m fascinated with Milo Yiannopoulos. I know, I know, I know–you don’t have to tell me how I should ignore him outright. And it’s been much easier to ignore the conservative provocateur and his attention-seeking tactics after his career fell into an immediate and dizzying … Continue reading
“Is it the end of an era? Is it the end of America?” wonders Lana Del Rey in the startlingly prescient chorus to her song “When The World Was At War We Kept Dancing” off her new album Lust For Life, which was released this Friday. Lust For Life marks a distinct change in Lana’s … Continue reading
If you’re like me, dearest Filthy Dreams readers, you probably haven’t been able to tear yourself away from the ongoing shit show of the Trump administration this week. I mean, Donald Jr. releasing his own incriminating emails via Twitter? Who could ask for a better story! In fact, I’m so into this whole overly dramatic, … Continue reading
There’s nothing more convincing of the absolute triumph of a bizarre mixture of surrealism and farce like watching President Donald Trump appear next to a giant bespectacled Easter Bunny that looks positively stunned at the circus surrounding him. Like Bun Buns, I too watched yesterday’s first Trump administration Easter Egg Roll with my jaw dropped and a … Continue reading
This week, narcotic songstress Lana Del Rey, a Lynchian romantic favorite here at Filthy Dreams, released a dramatic trailer to announce her new album Lust For Life. In the black and white video, Lana, with doe-like eyes and big hair, purrs about cooking up new songs for “the kids” as telephones, moons and other objects … Continue reading
Why hello there, comrades! Would you like a shot of vodka?! Why? Because I’m getting in the Russian spirit! If Trump and his entire administration are in bed with the Russians, why can’t WE be? Why let him have all the fun! Sure, it might be treasonous, but who doesn’t want to be a little naughty now … Continue reading
This week, i-D Magazine’s Amelia Abraham published a think piece asking, “Whatever Happened To Camp–Does It Still Exist?” Believe me, Mary, just that question made me recoil in horror. How DARE they wonder if camp still exists?! Why, as we’ve frequently shouted into the abyss here on Filthy Dreams, it’s more important than ever! In … Continue reading
In Divine’s classic hit song “Born To Be Cheap,” that bewigged bastion of filth snarls, “As sure as there’s trash, I was born to be cheap!” Not only a rallying cry for gaudy girls everywhere, Divine also hits on an important factoid: Trash is forever. Not just those bags of garbage dumped at the side … Continue reading