During the awards season there's an over-supply of pictures of photogenic people dressed up to the nines. I'm a bit bored with them and so I prefer to shift my focus to the people behind them. They fall into three groups:
1. Anxious-looking women with clipboards, laminates and ear-pieces who have spent months wondering what to wear in the depressing certainty that nobody will be looking at them at all.
2. Muscly blokes in dinner jackets whose job is to protect the talent from an attack from a sniper or, even worse, a journalist with an unsanctioned question.
3. Super-camp stylists who occasionally scurry into shot to ensure the starlet's train doesn't get caught in her stilletos.