Black tie is still a code, of course, but not really a dress code. It is code language. It shouts to the sober world: we are on a serious bender here, so give us a wide berth.
Energetic and confident, the heir to the Sackville dynasty always felt comfortable in her own skin. Being Vita wasn’t the problem – patriarchy was.
A magazine peopled almost entirely by those who think Debrett’s New Guide to Etiquette and Modern Manners is full of genuinely useful advice.
Call me a lefty conspiracy theorist if you must, but it has not escaped my notice that the trend for posh porn has coincided with the term of the poshest government in living memory.
England’s upper-middle class pretend that class no longer matters. But try to infiltrate the tribe and you’ll see how strict the rules are, says anthropologist Kate Fox.
The film, adapted from Laura Wade’s Bullingdon Club-based play Posh, fails to address the fact that it isn’t just the restaurant-smashers who benefit from Oxbridge elitism.
Tatler’s features editor gathers together the anti-independence fears of Scotland’s absurdly wealthy and privileged aristocrats.
Pretension remains the greatest social crime – and authenticity the greatest virtue.
This diverting book induces a kind of nostalgia for the 1990s without a jot of desire to relive them.
A third of the most well-off, high status people in society consider themselves to be working class. Maybe it's time for some new definitions?