Step right up, queens! Step right up and listen to perhaps our most troubling Filthy Dreams playlist yet: our Filthy Dreams’ Carnival of Sleaze Playlist! Feel a little uneasy? Us too.
It’s the end of the line, queens: Summer is over. I know, it went so fast for me too! One minute, I was sitting on the back porch of a shack at the Shack Up Inn in Clarksdale, Mississippi, downing Lazy Magnolia beers and listening to Jim Morrison’s heroically bad poetry and next thing I …
Referencing Ellison’s novel, Brooklyn-based artist and recent Yale MFA graduate Jordan Casteel investigates the notion of invisibility and visibility in her monumental portraits of nude black men in repose in her exhibition Visible Man at Sargent’s Daughters.
This morning, the Museum of Modern Art announced a partnership with the Andy Warhol Museum and MPC, a digital visual effects (VFX) studio, to digitize the complete collection of Andy Warhol’s films. In honor of MoMA’s recent announcement, which we’re sure will bring even more Warhol favorites to light, here are our 5 favorite Warhol films.
I’ll never forget the first time I laid eyes on Harris Glenn Milstead, better known as the cinematic terrorist, the filthiest person alive, the queen so fucking beautiful she cant stand it herself, Divine. She was strutting, sashaying and sneering her way through the streets of Baltimore, leaving a trail of shock and sleaze in her …
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!
Devastating, enraging, moving, motivating and yes, militant, Let The Record Show succeeds in powerfully and captivatingly revealing the innumerable and almost incomprehensible losses to the arts community, particularly in the 1980s and 1990s, as well as that community’s strong and outspoken response to the crisis.
Because, faithful Filthy Dreams readers, I have a big announcement: I’ve been reborn! Oh not in any traditional religious sense but I’ve seen the light–the light of the King–after making a pilgrimage to Elvis’ decadent domicile Graceland outside of Memphis.