*Blows horn* *shoots confetti cannon* Happy New Year, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! Has it been a year or five? We can’t figure it out either. Can you believe the one year anniversary of the Capitol insurrection is only a few days away? Screw New Year’s Eve, what are you planning for that day? Storming a … Continue reading
If Charles Ludlam thought Susan Sontag did a number on camp, I can’t imagine what he would have thought witnessing the camp tragedy that occurred on the pink carpet (pink being, apparently, the color of camp) at the Metropolitan Museum of Art on Monday. Whew! Mary! It was a camp catastrophe, a camp calamity, a … Continue reading
Writing about nightlife isn’t easy. Something about that transcendent substances and dancing-fueled atmosphere gets lost in translation when put to a page. Not that many academics and fellow writers haven’t attempted to capture that rhythmic, sweat and glitter-drenched disco ball-illuminated utopia. But, staid and stodgy academics that haven’t stepped foot in a club in the past 20 years or maybe ever don’t typically spin captivating tales of after-hours debauchery. Continue reading
“My mother is dead. My father is dead. I’m gay. I’d like to be a poet. This is my house,” unsettlingly proclaims artist Jordan Wolfson’s haunting creation, (Female figure), during both the introduction and conclusion of its seven-minute cycle in Wolfson’s solo exhibition at the David Zwirner Gallery. And it certainly is her house now as she conjures … Continue reading
Why, hello there! We just came back from the Museum at FIT’s basement (or is it debasement?) exhibition A Queer History of Fashion: From The Closet to the Catwalk. And, Mary, we just mounted all those stairs so you better believe we are winded and ready for a chat over cocktails. Now I know what … Continue reading
While there was no shortage of opinions on the Gaga video, I have yet to see someone take a more lighthearted and yes, even supportive view (Does everything have to be so life-or-death serious in the art world? Come on…) of Gaga’s induction into the Abramovic method. And so, *cough* here I go. Continue reading