A month ago, Tilda Swinton was sleeping in a box at MoMa, where she turned napping into a commentary on stardom as specimen.

Now, she is leading a cheerful dance-along to Barry White at Roger Ebert's Film Festival last weekend.

In February, she was a hyper-artsy music video where she is David Bowie's wife and high fashion tormentor.

Sometimes she looks the person I would least like to have be mad at me.

Sometimes she is in a surrealist magazine spread with caterpillar eyebrows.

Then other times she is a pale spritely diamond wearer, or a weeping Joan of Arc imitator, or the oldest lady, or a judgey bronzed model.

[Salon, images via W]