black holes and gray matter. in one thousand tangos.

             
"[B]efore Tilda Swinton was this strapping space aristocrat, or pensive movie star, or fabulously tailored fashion hologram with an ever-mutating, post­-human ­coiffure (it’s mixed with yak hair in Only Lovers), she was, like many of us, someone avoiding a set of expectations laid down before her. Swinton is the descendant of a medieval clan of Anglo-Scot toffs, a tall, clever girl sent away early to boarding school (where she studied for a while alongside the future Princess Diana), the daughter of a major general in the Scots Guards who was expected to, as she understood it at the time, not be too freaky, or too much ­herself, for that ­matter—whoever she was exactly—and probably, as she once joked, marry a duke.
Regal, then, comes as naturally to her as her clipped upper-caste accent. But she has also become very much her own exquisite thing, only attaining widespread fame in her 40s (in part for being this in extremis beauty), just as more ­ingénue types are in panicky plastic-surgery ­shoring-up mode. Everyone describes her as a space oddity—related: the Tumblr (­TildaStardust) dedicated to the zany notion she and David Bowie are actually the same person—and it’s easy to see her as the alabaster ambassador from a more advanced corner of the galaxy. She talks about her friends as her heroes, whose faces “are lining my space capsule that is hurtling through space.” 
Hell, send her an email and the auto-reply you get back says: 
'Hello, I am away until 01/01/2070 and am unable to read your message.'”
Tilda Swinton Is Not Quite of This World

"[B]efore Tilda Swinton was this strapping space aristocrat, or pensive movie star, or fabulously tailored fashion hologram with an ever-mutating, post­-human ­coiffure (it’s mixed with yak hair in Only Lovers), she was, like many of us, someone avoiding a set of expectations laid down before her. Swinton is the descendant of a medieval clan of Anglo-Scot toffs, a tall, clever girl sent away early to boarding school (where she studied for a while alongside the future Princess Diana), the daughter of a major general in the Scots Guards who was expected to, as she understood it at the time, not be too freaky, or too much ­herself, for that ­matter—whoever she was exactly—and probably, as she once joked, marry a duke.

Regal, then, comes as naturally to her as her clipped upper-caste accent. But she has also become very much her own exquisite thing, only attaining widespread fame in her 40s (in part for being this in extremis beauty), just as more ­ingénue types are in panicky plastic-surgery ­shoring-up mode. Everyone describes her as a space oddity—related: the Tumblr (­TildaStardust) dedicated to the zany notion she and David Bowie are actually the same person—and it’s easy to see her as the alabaster ambassador from a more advanced corner of the galaxy. She talks about her friends as her heroes, whose faces “are lining my space capsule that is hurtling through space.”

Hell, send her an email and the auto-reply you get back says:

'Hello, I am away until 01/01/2070 and am unable to read your message.'”

Tilda Swinton Is Not Quite of This World

"Sometimes she is elaborate and theatrical, sometimes she is austere and heartbreakingly emotional, sometimes she is asleep in a box. She is her own category, and though she is very fair — almost the color of a cloud — I think we can safely say nearly everything in life pales when viewed alongside her."

Wes Anderson - Tilda Swinton Honored at MoMA on her 53rd Birthday

Previous MoMA Film honorees include Tarantino, Almodovar, Bigelow, and Burton.

All I Want

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
traveling, traveling, traveling
Looking for something, what can it be?
Oh i hate you some, I hate you some
I love you some
I love you when I forget about me
I want to be strong I want to laugh along
I want to belong to the living
Alive, alive, want to get up and jive
wreck my stockings in some juke box dive
Do you want- do you want- do you want
to dance with me, baby
do you want to take a chance
on maybe finding some sweet romance with me, baby
well come on.

All I really really want our love to do
is to bring out the best in me and in you too
and renew you again and again
Applause, applause- Life is our cause
When I think of your kisses
my mind see-saws
do you see- do you see- do you see
how you hurt me baby
so I hurt you too
then we both get so, blue.

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
looking for the key to set me free
Oh the jealousy, the greed is the unraveling
I tell you it’s the unraveling
and it undoes all the joy that could be
I just want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun
want to be the one that you want to see
want to knit you a sweater
and want to write you a love letter
want to make you feel better
want to make you feel.
Want to make you feel
I want to make you feel.
Happy 70th, Joni.
©2011 Kateoplis