âI donât think the BAFTAs is the time to be meek, is it?â asks Sophie Ellis-Bextor days before she takes her âold friend,â the 2001 pop-disco ditty âMurder on the Dancefloor,â to the stage at Londonâs Royal Festival Hall for British filmâs big night. âNow is the time to be larger than life.â
Telephoning Vogue from her sequin-saturated dressing room, which doubles up as one of her sonâs bedrooms (how fabulous), Ellis-Bextor is plotting out a look befitting a âdisco superhero.â An innate magpie, surrounding herself with âtwinkly thingsâ makes her happy and she spends all her spare time on tour stocking up on shimmering pieces from vintage stores that match her spirit. âThe most amazing thing about clothes is they put you in the right mood,â she shares of her âquirkyâ stagewear. âYou want things that move with youâand sequins dance a lot.â
She feels âfizzyâ about the BAFTAs, like all her birthdays have come at once, because the glossy world of television is different from her usual rock circle (Sophie married British music producer Richard Jones in 2005). Sheâs also still on the âmad adventureâ spawned by Saltburn*â*Emerald Fennellâs psychological Noughties romp, in which Barry Keoghan quite literally murders the dance floor naked. âIt was dark and twisted and totally my thing,â enthuses Ellis-Bextor, who signed off her permission simply knowing that it would be âall of the song, and none of the clothes.â