Why hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! Are you sick of reading words?! I realize that the last few Filthy Dreams essays have been rather…ahem…lengthy. And just before the holidays! Surely, your eyes are too caked with that impossible-to-remove glitter from opening too many Christmas cards and your fingers are too red and sticky from … Continue reading
Long beaded necklaces, faux pearls, brooches, golden baubles, jingle-jangling bracelets, and an assortment of other ornate, tacky costume jewelry tossed in a clicking-clacking heap inside of an unused toilet. That is the sublime image—the pinnacle of the trash aesthetic—that I’ve been unable to get out of my head since attending a screening of Jill Godmilow’s … Continue reading
Gary Indiana’s art column in The Village Voice, which ran from 1985 to 1988, is unthinkable from today’s standards of art criticism. And this just isn’t because The Voice doesn’t exist anymore (or, actually, it does in the form of a zombie Twitter account blasting out old articles into the void). More than just the … Continue reading
Isn’t there just something so alluring about obsession? Our preeminent filth elder John Waters has staked his entire career on it. A vocal supporter and enabler of fellow maniacs, Waters made the distinction between good and bad obsessions in an interview with Rookie Magazine. He explains: “Well, obsession can be good or bad. I mean … Continue reading
To preempt all the multitudes of lists that will probably emerge about the 2014 Whitney Biennial, I thought I’d toss my confetti-covered hat in the ring with the 5 queer artists to look for in the 2014 Whitney BIennial. Continue reading