I just look at him and want to laugh-- with him. He's a sort of Edgar Allen Poe x David Byrne x Ichabod Crane x Andy Warhol x Diane Vreeland (if she ever had anything to do with Baltimore)-- beyond brilliant. Not that I relish the movies (the few I've watched seemed to me wince-worthy, at best, Divine divinely and hilariously gross). What I appreciate, sincerely, is his joy as an artist. And I almost went to Baltimore the other weekend after the
Writer's Center's "Publish Now!" seminar (more about that anon). But then I didn't. Oh well. The crab cakes can wait. But not my appreciation of John Waters.
John Water's Marfa poster
"Eat food all the same color!.. Pretend to see the Marfa Lights!... The Jonestown of minimalism!" Note, my chickadeecitos, that it is priced at $3,000 and sold out.
The Bat Segundo Interview podcast
The Vanity Fair Proust Questionnaire
The New Yorker calls him ... something not so nice
Interview at the Nervous Breakdown
NYT explains the "Odarama"
Dreamland Ultimate Guide to John Waters
Including a special page devoted to
Divine
John Waters in Switzerland
More anon.
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