This month’s theme over here at the zine is centered around FILTH. While this can be taken in many different ways, our biggest influence for the month if the King of filth himself, Mr. John Waters. Throughout his years as a writer, director, and all-around kooky genius, he has shown us that it is okay to be filthy AND you can look amazing while doing so. That being said, a few of us filth-frenzied babes have collaborated to share out favorite aspects about John Waters and everything in all of his masterpieces, whether it is his body-positive undertones, wardrobe choices, or all around filth fest. – Tessa Ehrman, Fashion Editor

“Without obsession, life is nothing.”

-John Waters


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“Who’s your idol?”

“Wanda Woodward.”

That’s right, Wanda Woodward, the bombshell from John Waters’ 90’s masterpiece, Cry Baby, is my idol, style inspiration, and my ultimate filthy queen. Ever since I can remember, I have always been engulfed by the great John Waters and his trashy cinema. The first time I ever watched his 1990 hit, Cry Baby, I was obsessed. Never before had I longed to belong in a movie like I had with Cry Baby and his bitchin’ group of friends. After watching this movie over a hundred times, I began cutting my bangs shorter and straighter, doing cat-eye makeup so sharp it could cut any of my enemies (even though I was 15 and had zero enemies), sporting around my custom leather jacket and of course, telling every sick-o who looks my way to: “Beat it, creep.” Although I’ve strayed away from the classic greaser babe style, Wanda will always have a super special, and rather large, place in my filthy heart.


beat it creep by themadmod 

T By Alexander Wang black motorcycle jacket, $1,715 / Jaeger knee length pencil skirt, $240 / White cotton socks / Hair wrap scarf / Mod sunglasses / NARS Cosmetics long wear lipstick / Stila liquid eye liner



Serial Mom is everything I want my movies to be, kitschy, campy, and full of fake blood.  Whether its because of its hilarious wit, copious use of dramatic irony, or Kathleen Turner’s ability to make anything hysterical, Serial Mom is definitely one of my favorite John Waters films.  John Waters is notorious for his off-the-wall films that make him adored by some, and absolutely loathed by others.  While some might not enjoy a suburban mom sending death threats of “I’m coming for you Pussy Face!” via magazine clippings, I find it incredibly inspiring.  If I am ever going through a drought of inspiration, I turn to John Water’s to send me some hope.  He inspires me to keep going if I ever feel defeated with my own movies, and to keep trying, and maybe someday I’ll make a movie that is as ridiculous and fantastic as Serial Mom.



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My mom and uncle LOVE Hairspray. Like, seriously, when I was 10 years old, my Uncle stayed up watching it over and over again with me till 3am and we learned all the dances as we went along. They had grown up on it, both being young teenagers at the time of its release, and so I watched Hairspray for the first time when I was 8-years-old.  I didn’t see another John Waters’s movie for years; but Hairspray was literally my LIFE. I was a chubby 8-year-old and I had never seen another plus sized hero, ever. Not only was she the lead character, but she danced, made change, fell in love, she was wickedly talented, adored her body, and everyone fell in love with her. She was not a background character. She was not a joke. Growing older, I barely ever saw my fat body represented anywhere when it was not for laughs or disgust. I could turn on Hairspray and remember that I was fantastic and worthy of incredible things. The movie has subconsciously influenced me my whole life. From the art I make now to my favorite colors, Hairspray totally changed me. But more than that– it showed me, as a fat girl, that I  should love my body and myself. And that is something that puts on a smile on my filthy face.


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October 26, 2014


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