Ten years in the past, we featured John Waters’ handmade Christmas playing cards, which he’s been making since he was a high-school student in 1964, lengthy earlier than William S. Burroughs deemed him the “Pope of Trash” (additionally the title of a retrospective exhibition on the Academy of Movement Pictures in Los Angeles this previous fall). It was Waters’ movies that qualified him for that honor, in fact, however his regular season’s greetings are not any much less a medium for his career-long artistic reclamation of dangerous style. Christmas playing cards even have the advantage of being much more “belowfloor” than his early features, directed as they’re to solely a choose group of recipients, massive although Waters’ mailing checklist has grown in latest a long time: he malestioned to the New York Instances that he sends out over 2,000 playing cards, and that was again in 2013.
“Christmas playing cards are your first obligation and you have to ship one (with a personal, handwritten message) to each single person you ever met, no matter how briefly,” Waters wrote in a Eighties essay: “Give Me Another Current! Why I Love Christmas”. “In fact, you have to make your individual playing cards by hand. ‘I don’t have time,’ chances are you’ll whine, however for the reason that entire purpose of life is Christmas, you’d wagerter make time, buster.”
As you possibly can see at this gallery and this latest Twitter thread, Waters has made the time: the time to get his mugshot taken by the Baltiextra Police Department, to stuff lifeless cockroaches into tree ornaments, to commission a painting of himself as a pipe-smoking patriarch (with a Divine-looking spouse) presiding over an askew 9teen-fifties Christmas morning, and, final 12 months, to professionalduce blow-up dolls in his personal likeness.
Within the decade since we final checked out them, Waters’ Christmas playing cards have additionally depicted him placing an eye fixed out with a candy cane, feasting on Rudolph the Crimson-Nosed Reindeer, and decked out in Christmas-thug regalia, complete with tattoos promising “chimney invasions” and “season’s beatings.” This Christmas, Waters chooseed for a extra technical complexity, seeming as a distressed toddler within the lap of a department-store Santa (a goodly common fifties tableau, I gather) who, as a sepaprice component hooked up by some form of spring, flails wildly when flicked. Followers who haven’t acquired considered one of their very own can at the least console themselves with the prospect of Waters’ subsequent movie, which can be his first in twenty years — and deliver to the display screen Waters’ personal novel Liarmouth, which various of them probably discovered of their inventoryings final Christmas. See a gallery of his Christmas playing cards right here.
Based mostly in Seoul, Colin Marshall writes and broadcasts on cities, language, and culture. His tasks embrace the Substack newsletter Books on Cities, the e-book The Statemuch less Metropolis: a Stroll by Twenty first-Century Los Angeles and the video collection The Metropolis in Cinema. Follow him on Twitter at @colinmarshall or on Facee-book.