Posing on the border where my nightmares meet my wet dreams, Tilda Swinton wipes the skid mark left by Kim Kardashian’s skank shit off of W Magazine in a series of gorgeous pictures that make me want to tap my b-hole with a Lego Man wrapped in a Tyvek condom.
If Powder joined a Culture Club tribute band in Oz, that cover is what it would look like. The rest of the pictures give me “albino lab rat meets Botoxed Gollum meets a monk from the Temple of Bowie” vibes. There’s really nothing else more to say. The Foursquare Mayoress of Saturn strikes again! Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go hide in a closet with my Lego Man.