Why a hap-hap-hop-hoppy Easter Sunday to you, dearest Filthy Dreams bunnies! What’s that? You’re not religious? That doesn’t mean you can’t appreciate the ecstatic joy of trash religiosity. I mean, this Easter, I feel like I finally understand the resurrection of Christ. I mean, nearly 30 days into my bout with COVID-19, I know how … Continue reading
What does art accomplish? It’s not such an easy question. Will work made make an impact on a political scale in the present and in the future, will it even resonate with forthcoming generations? Poet Percy Bysshe Shelley tangled with these queries’ fatalistic conclusions in his poem “Ozymandias,” depicting the grand works of a great … 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
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
In his collection of sleazy and very very queer short stories Tales of Desire, which features stories ranging from the shockingly early Dennis Cooper-esque “Desire and the Black Masseur” and the sublimely titled “The Killer Chicken and the Closet Queen,” Tennessee Williams bravely dives into the power of sleaze as redemption and transcendence in his stories “The Mysteries of the Joy Rio” and my personal favorite “Hard Candy.” Continue reading