Oh, SWINTON, you are such a treasure.
I don't even really have a beef with this. How can I? It's you! In a velvet coat over velvet pants, with a massive fur hat, wearing heels even though you are eleven-foot-twenty and probably have your own beanstalk somewhere in the South of France!
Actually, at first, I thought the headgear was a crazy-ass bouffant wig the likes of which Amy Winehouse would wear if she got the lead in a Cleopatra biopic. And I admit, now that I know it's NOT, I'm a bit lonely for what -- in the immortal words of Tiffany -- could have been so beautiful. I mean, look, if there is anyone in the world whom I want to see playing Wino-as-Cleo, it's SWINTON. Dear, sweet, wackariffic SWINTON. Long may she reign.
I don't even really have a beef with this. How can I? It's you! In a velvet coat over velvet pants, with a massive fur hat, wearing heels even though you are eleven-foot-twenty and probably have your own beanstalk somewhere in the South of France!
Actually, at first, I thought the headgear was a crazy-ass bouffant wig the likes of which Amy Winehouse would wear if she got the lead in a Cleopatra biopic. And I admit, now that I know it's NOT, I'm a bit lonely for what -- in the immortal words of Tiffany -- could have been so beautiful. I mean, look, if there is anyone in the world whom I want to see playing Wino-as-Cleo, it's SWINTON. Dear, sweet, wackariffic SWINTON. Long may she reign.
