I’m not used to suffering from invasive flashbacks inside a major museum. But, pulling back the heavy curtain, leading into Kenny Scharf’s Cosmic Closet, a cozy yet mind-altering intergalactic Day-Glo-painted trash utopia, I was immediately sent through a time warp to June 2011, boogying to The B-52s “Planet Claire” and Martha and the Vandellas “Jimmy … Continue reading
As a connoisseur and supporter of nightlife as an important domain for activism and art in the face of judgments of its superficiality and frivolity, I naturally jumped at the chance to dive into Tim Lawrence’s recently published study of New York nightlife Life and Death on the New York Dance Floor, 1980-1983. At 600 pages, … Continue reading
Glory Glory Hallelujah! He has risen! …ahem…Why hello there, Mary, as well as Jesus, Joseph and the Easter Bunny! And a hop-hop-happy Easter to you, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! Why come on in and grab yourself a drink while we wait for the Easter ham to cook. Sure, we’ll be too drunk to eat it by … Continue reading
Why hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers and fellow filth fanatics! It’s about the right time to announce what your co-founder Emily Colucci and intrepid contributor Osman Yerebakan have been working hard on since December 2013. As you know, Filthy Dreams was originally conceptualized as a sleazy bar before we lowered our expectations and started … Continue reading
Walking through the multitude of black-and-white photographs at the Grey Art Gallery’s compelling retrospective of photographer Tseng Kwong Chi’s brief yet prolific artistic career, one nagging questions comes to mind: Who exactly was Tseng Kwong Chi? Continue reading
Well, don’t get your knickers…or panties, if you prefer, in a knot, Mary, because the Party Out Of Bounds series is back with a vengeance featuring my favorite sleazy, schmaltzy nightclub performer–John Sex! Continue reading
Oh! Hello there! You startled me. Why don’t you grab a glass of wine? It pairs perfectly with turkey and stuffing. Oh, don’t give me that look, Mary, I know it’s before noon. It’s Thanksgiving! I started drinking as soon as I woke up and put that big turkey in the oven. Even though we, … Continue reading