JOHN WATERS

The Pope of Trash, tailored to perfection.

Behind those dark shades, a razor-sharp gaze. His hand rests in front of his chin, a cigarette poised like the final word in a wicked thought. The mustache flawless an unmistakable trademark of a filmmaker like no other. Always dapper, always provocative, John Waters is the embodiment of decadent elegance. On his lapel, a pink flamingo a proud nod to Pink Flamingos, his cult subversive masterpiece. He doesn’t shock for the sake of it; he disrupts to liberate. An aesthete of bad taste, a gentleman of the grotesque, he turns the underground into eternal art.