I once saw Mary Boone make out with her dog. I should preface that I’m not a puppy hater, doggie-spit phobic, or even an anti-face- or lip-licker. Bring on the slobber! However, there was something alarming about voyeuristically staring at the typically stoic stalwart gallerist, the woman who fostered the careers of mega-art stars, was … Continue reading
Why hello there, faithful Filthy Dreams denizens! The beautiful people who keep our humble tribute to trash alive! The fuel that keeps our fanatical fires burning! Yes, that’s right–where and what would we be without YOU?! You should really give yourself a round of applause, treat yourself to some terribly ill-advised shot of well liquor … Continue reading
“I’m a messy bitch who lives for drama.” I mean, who isn’t, dearest Filthy Dreams readers? Who doesn’t love a little scandal now and again to spice things up and keep it fresh? Now, most drama contained within the vague boundaries of what is called the “art world,” whatever that is, is typically very boring, … Continue reading