I had a dream last night that Tilda Swinton was my mother. She was kind, considerate, but also cold and other-wordly. Still, we got along well, save for my constantly raiding her wardrobe (which was full of Jil Sander, holla).
But now that I’ve discovered this Tumblr, Tilda Stardust, my dream has left me with this eery, empty feeling. Like, maybe it wasn’t Tilda in my dream at all. Maybe it was David Bowie. Because, OMG, they look exactly alike!!! Ahhhh!!!!!
Alternatively, my dream person could have been Jermaine Clement, but then it may have been a different kind of dream… Hehe.
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…Jessica Carroll is the Toronto Standard’s “Best Thing on the Internet Today” columnist. Follow her on Twitter at @jssckr.
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