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
Depression, despair, despondency, longing, melancholia and heartbreak are unlikely emotions to trumpet at a time when anger and righteous indignation seem like the only affects we’re allowed to access for mass resistance and protest. Continue reading
Co-Founder’s Note: Well, hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers. Against my better judgment, I’ve encouraged my mother–Mama as she demands to be called–to cover yet another event for Filthy Dreams. This time, it’s the Andy Warhol Museum’s benefit Night of 1000 Elvises. Of course, being an admitted Elvis fanatic myself, I couldn’t stand to miss … Continue reading
In Jay Prosser’s photographic study Light in the Dark Room: Photography and Loss, Prosser analyzes the power of photography to record absence, as well as–seemingly contradictorily–presence. As he explains, “photography is the medium in which we unconsciously encounter the dead…Photographs are not signs of presence but evidence of absence. Or rather the presence of a photograph … Continue reading
Ho…Ho…Ho…YEE HAW! Merry Christmas, Mary! Oh come in all ye faithful and warm yourself up with a little nip of nog. What’s that? Did we make a new playlist this year? Why I thought you’d never ask! I know last year we slacked and relied on the strength of our original Xmas playlist but this year, … Continue reading
Why hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams patriots! Come on in and grab yourself a cold one. What’s that? Oh don’t get snotty, queens, it’s July 4th so we only have shitty domestic beer tall-boys. Just a few of those and you’ll be singing at the top of your lungs about amber waves of grain in … Continue reading
Lord almighty, I feel my temperature risin’! Lately, we here at Filthy Dreams have come down with a little fever…a feverish fanatical and maniacal obsession with Elvis. Well, dear Filthy Dreams readers, he IS the King! Praise his name! Elvis in the Highest! So in order to finally put our Elvis obsession into a playlist … Continue reading
Because, faithful Filthy Dreams readers, I have a big announcement: I’ve been reborn! Oh not in any traditional religious sense but I’ve seen the light–the light of the King–after making a pilgrimage to Elvis’ decadent domicile Graceland outside of Memphis. Continue reading
Playing with the iconic masculinity of Elvis Presley and combining it with its polar opposite–the idealized femininity of a geisha, artist Andrea Mary Marshall’s new work in Sacred/Iconic, a two-person exhibition at Garis & Hahn, open until October 19, highlights gender as a performance, troubling the binary of masculine/feminine. Continue reading