*cronch cronch cronch* Oh! *cough* What’s that? I’m just trying to eat my way through a mega-sized box of Valentine’s hearts. Why? Because we have to support small businesses in times like these, including choking down all the dry and chalky drug store candy hearts we can stomach! What else is there to do on … Continue reading
Why hello, dear lovers…ahem…I mean Filthy Dreams readers! Here–grab some of those dusty candied hearts. Oh, I know they’re stale and the messages are smeared off, but they pair well with our chocolate martinis. They’re always a mistake but who can resist making mistakes on Valentine’s Day! If you aren’t waking up with regret but also … Continue reading
Valentine’s Day is usually filled with such tepid sentiments as “Be Mine,” “Hugs & Kisses” and “I love you.” However, the only Valentine I need this V-Day is to be found in John Waters’ current exhibition Beverly Hills John at Marianne Boesky Gallery. In a three-framed photograph aptly titled Lovesick, two women, who I … Continue reading
