Björk

THE RICKETY HAMMERSMITH RESIDENCE WHICH houses TFI Friday’s dressing rooms is an alarming place to find yourself, and not just because there’s a chance of bumping into Chris Evans wearing only a towel. The sense of artifice in action is almost overwhelming. Stylists confer on make-up dos and don’ts – "This on the brow and this on the lid, the look will be classic" – and bands’ sulphuric egos seep out from under closed doors like poison gas. On a white wall hangs Björk’s empty dress: an elaborate creation made out of ancient sofa-coverings from a deserted stately home.