A study of the peculiar guests who arrive to stay at The Mad Manor. We see disparate social worlds collide: ethereal dames, posh aristocrats, counter-culture icons, rockers and royals rub shoulders with one another.
Each dressed with particular aplomb, this season we explore all the eccentric characters so intrinsic to the English narrative.
A study of the peculiar guests who arrive to stay at The Mad Manor. We see disparate social worlds collide: ethereal dames, posh aristocrats, counter-culture icons, rockers and royals rub shoulders with one another.
Each dressed with particular aplomb, this season we explore all the eccentric characters so intrinsic to the English narrative.
A study of the peculiar guests who arrive to stay at The Mad Manor. We see disparate social worlds collide: ethereal dames, posh aristocrats, counter-culture icons, rockers and royals rub shoulders with one another.
Each dressed with particular aplomb, this season we explore all the eccentric characters so intrinsic to the English narrative.
Delusions and illusions grace the wild gardens of the Mad Manor. A bygone playhouse for all kinds of wicked princes and princesses, where elaborate excess is the theme de jour.
Shaking loose the restraints of official ceremonies and polite exchanges, the royals are rebelling, and the rumours are running rife. Aristocratic anarchy, it’s the poshest kind of trouble.
Well-to-do vagabonds walk the soaring estate on an endless adventure. These stuffy academics are kept amused by debating and provoking one another, always with a twinkle in their eye.
They take lunch together, a feast of cucumber sandwiches, brandy and tea. As the day goes on, they get a little rowdier, heatedly discussing the the wiles of the world and singing prose of yore!
Portraits line the walls of the tea room, rich with peculiar antiques and lovelorn literature. The crochet covered table holds stacks upon stacks of precious pottery. Dressed in the prettiest finery, the ladies whisper amongst themselves, each story is more indecent than the last. As the giggles escalate, one must wonder: just what is it exactly in that tea?
Defiant and daring; restless and foolish; beautiful and brilliant, meet the monarchy of music. This social set emerges only after hours; rockers, actors, models and fabulous It girls. They descend upon the grounds causing the type of mayhem that may just well end up in the morning’s tabloids.
A crew of renegades roll on through the gates, and it seems as though anarchy has arrived at the Mad Manor. The new British cohort, these are the sons and daughters of the anti-establishment establishment. Amongst the madness, we taste the beginning of the revolution.
The overgrown greenhouse is where the horticultural heiresses of the Mad Manor retreat. Pottering amongst their beloved plants, they watch as a patchwork of psychedelic bubbles float through the sticky air. Chances are, a few of these heiresses are hallucinating, lost in a technicolour trance.
Delusions and illusions grace the wild gardens of the Mad Manor. A bygone playhouse for all kinds of wicked princes and princesses, where elaborate excess is the theme de jour.
Shaking loose the restraints of official ceremonies and polite exchanges, the royals are rebelling, and the rumours are running rife. Aristocratic anarchy, it’s the poshest kind of trouble.
Well-to-do vagabonds walk the soaring estate on an endless adventure. These stuffy academics are kept amused by debating and provoking one another, always with a twinkle in their eye.
They take lunch together, a feast of cucumber sandwiches, brandy and tea. As the day goes on, they get a little rowdier, heatedly discussing the the wiles of the world and singing prose of yore!
Portraits line the walls of the tea room, rich with peculiar antiques and lovelorn literature. The crochet covered table holds stacks upon stacks of precious pottery.
Dressed in the prettiest finery, the ladies whisper amongst themselves, each story is more indecent than the last. As the giggles escalate, one must wonder: just what is it exactly in that tea?
Defiant and daring; restless and foolish; beautiful and brilliant, meet the monarchy of music. This social set emerges only after hours; rockers, actors, models and fabulous It girls.
They descend upon the grounds causing the type of mayhem that may just well end up in the morning’s tabloids.
A crew of renegades roll on through the gates, and it seems as though anarchy has arrived at the Mad Manor. The new British cohort, these are the sons and daughters of the anti-establishment establishment.
Amongst the madness, we taste the beginning of the revolution.
The overgrown greenhouse is where the horticultural heiresses of the Mad Manor retreat. Pottering amongst their beloved plants, they watch as a patchwork of psychedelic bubbles float through the sticky air.
Chances are, a few of these heiresses are hallucinating, lost in a technicolour trance.