And you thought Tilda Swinton couldn't get any cooler. At Roger Ebert's Film Festival this weekend, Swinton danced through the aisles of the Virginia Theater to Barry White's "You're the First, the Last, My Everything," and for a brief moment, every single person in the theater felt nothing but pure joy. Pure joy and maybe a tinge of jealousy because they are not Tilda Swinton.
I couldn't love her more than I do now.
Though - I've never actually seen any of her movies. Not that I've avoided them; it somehow just never's happened. She's one of the few famous people who (I) think are interesting in themselves, beyond their work, or what I think of their faces and bodies as sculptural objects.
Like someone I'd actually want to read about. I might even care about what she's wearing (in the non heavy-breathing-on-the-telephone sort of way). Yeah.