About Dahlia
DAHLIA SCHWEITZER is a pop culture critic, writer, and professor. Described by Vogue as “sexy, rebellious, and cool,” Schweitzer writes about film, television, music, gender, identity, and everything in between. She studied at Wesleyan University, lived and worked in New York City and Berlin, and completed her MA and PhD at the Art Center College of Design and UCLA. She is currently chair of the Film and Media department at the Fashion Institute of Technology in New York City.
In addition to her books, Dahlia has essays in publications including Cinema Journal, Journal of Popular Film and Television, Hyperallergic, Jump Cut, Quarterly Review of Film and Video, and The Journal of Popular Culture. She has also released several albums of electronic music, including Plastique and Original Pickup.
Professor
As a professor of film and media studies, Dahlia exposes her students to a variety of theoretical approaches and cinematic techniques, asking them to approach both with analytical inquisitiveness. Her aim is to pass her own curiosity on to her students, encouraging them to think across their classes and experiences to create intellectual connections between course materials and the world in which they live. She strives to remind her students that the loudest voice is not necessarily correct, and in so doing, helps them find their own.
Media Critic
Declared “one of the world’s leading analysts of popular culture” by renowned author Toby Miller, Dahlia writes about film, television, music, gender, identity, and everything in between. Her work can be found across mainstream, academic, and emergent channels in both long and short form. Repeatedly drawn to popular culture, Dahlia loves to analyze and unpack cultural artifacts in order to explore how they reflect social and historical issues, as well as looking at how they reinforce or interrogate common cultural assumptions.
Author
Dahlia has written numerous books exploring aspects of film and television. Regardless of the topic—serial killers, private detectives, or even zombies—all of her writing engages directly with questions of self versus other, private versus public space, examining depictions of gender, identity, and race. She traces how these depictions evolve and examines what they mean about our changing world. In her latest project, Dahlia explores the ways haunted homes have become a venue for dramatizing anxieties about family, gender, race, and economic collapse.
Books
Cindy Sherman’s
Office Killer
Going
Viral
L.A.
Private Eyes
Haunted
Homes
Blog
Office Killer with Cindy Sherman in NYC
Dearest reader, I am thrilled to invite you to a special screening of the film Office Killer at New York City's Film Forum theater on Saturday, June 4th at 2:20PM. What makes this screening so special, you ask? Well, first of all, it's a rare opportunity to see the delicious camp of Carol Kane, Jeanne Tripplehorn, and Molly Ringwald on the SEXY BIG SCREEN. And second of all, the screening will be introduced by none other than myself...and MS. CINDY SHERMAN, director of this extraordinary piece...
Hillary Clinton Rewrites AIDS History
This has been one hell of an election season, with outrageous claims and promises spewing from all sides of the aisle. I've felt, many times, like I was trying to keep my balance on a tiny boat in a huge turbulent sea. People speak in sound bytes and declarations, hustling for votes and Internet clicks, and it all seems like a wall of noise that has yet to die down. It's hard to take a lot of it seriously, considering how much seems to be just noise and political prostitution, but when Hillary...
Why Gaga’s Bowie Left Me Empty
Last night, Lady Gaga donned a bright red wig, a hell of a lot of makeup, and partnered with Intel to bring a David Bowie memorial medley to the Grammys. The only thing seemingly left out of a show complete with forty years of Bowie iconography was Bowie, himself. I don't mean the physical body. I know the physical body has already moved elsewhere. I mean the soul that is Bowie. The soul that you can feel when you drop the needle onto your Ziggy Stardust vinyl and that first guitar strum fills...