You’ll no doubt have watched Emerald Fennell’s clash of the classes Saltburn. Silly, twisty and deadly serious at times; the film skewers the indolence of the English elite, it places a microscope on those who covet their privilege, and the wardrobe is a celebration of a certain boarding-schoolboy-at-home-for-the-weekend aesthetic which thrived in the early- to mid-Noughties.