The real-life Saltburn manse has been plagued by influencers
The owner of the sprawling estate used in Emerald Fennell's film doesn't find the attention "flattering"
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Life imitates art, and unfortunately for the owner of Drayton House—the 127-room, fourteenth-century mansion that features heavily in Emerald Fennell’s Saltburn—the same sort of riff-raff that groveled for entry in the film are now desperately trying to gain access to the grounds in real life. “I never envisaged the amount of interest there would be. It’s quite weird,” said Charles Stopford Sackville, whose family has owned the sprawling property in Lowick, England since the 18th century (via Daily Mail). “I don’t take it as flattering.”
In the film, Barry Keoghan plays a down-on-his-luck student who develops an unhealthy (to put it lightly) fixation on securing his place among the property and milieu of the upper-class Catton family (Jacob Elordi, Alison Oliver, Rosamund Pike, and Richard E. Grant). Now, a slew of influencers and other social media strivers are trying to do the same—so many that Sackville has had to ask staff to patrol the grounds constantly looking for trespassers.
While there is a public footpath running through the property, Sackville says staff have already caught “more than 50” “inquisitive” fans straying into the private sections of the estate, where some have taken photos or filmed videos of themselves dancing to Sophie Ellis-Bextor’s “Murder On The Dancefloor,” the song used in the final scene of the film where Barry Keoghan prances around the house completely naked. (There aren’t any reports of influencers recreating this particular aspect, thankfully.)
“How would you feel if people were taking pictures outside your house?” Sackville continued. For the record, we’re not sure. None of us live in a literal castle with Grade I historic landmark status and a full Wikipedia page. “I’d prefer the interest to blow over but I can’t make it blow over.”
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While part of the Sackville family’s contract stipulated that no one on the cast or crew was allowed to reveal the location of the film’s real-life setting (as reported in August by Vanity Fair), there simply aren’t that many houses that look like that floating around in the world. According to The Guardian, Drayton House was identified by Tatler Magazine based on the movie’s trailer alone.
But hey, at least Sackville, who is reportedly friends with Fennell’s parents, got a nice big check out of the whole thing. “These houses don’t run on water,” he said of the undisclosed payout which “100%” influenced him to allow cameras inside his property for the first time. If someone who owns a house like this can’t keep it afloat without an infusion of Hollywood cash, there’s very little hope for the rest of us. In the meantime, “English noblemen terrorized by naked influencers” sounds like a great premise for Fennell’s next big project.
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Our whole world is plagued by influencers
It’s weird when people complain ‘bout this cause I live in a pretty populous city and have never encountered an “influencer.” No tik-tokkers dancing, models obviously posing, people saying “hey guys!” into their phones. I’ve been to like a pumpkin patch and people are taking lotsa photos, but the difference between a selfie for the feed and a selfie for the camera roll is indistinguishable. It’s a purely online nuisance, but to hear most people talk they can’t get out their front door without tripping over someone filming some Bombas sponcon or whatever.
Yeah they’re one of those things that exists but aren’t really as common as the people complaining about them would like you to believe.
Yep. They’re just so fucking gross and odious that folks almost want them to be more ubiquitous, as they’re so perfectly hateable.
Farmers around here plant decoy paddocks for the cunts.
Like vegans
There are real world impacts. https://newrepublic.com/article/153603/instagram-ruined-great-outdoorsI use no social media apps… and influencers/influencer culture still ruin shit for me.I’m sure there are other examples. But this is one counter-example to your claim that influencers only make things bad for “online” people.
Not meaning to be flip or instantly argumentative in pushing back, but couldn’t this be considered an internet problem more than a social media/influencer problem? As an outdoorsman myself, people have been stomping off trail, etching their name next to petroglyphs, and spray painting rocks since i was a kid and im sure before I remember; it is true that secret places are less secret, but i blame alltrails as much as instagram. Isn’t the problem here more that the internet makes these remote places far more visible and accessible, rather than “clout chasing ruins nature?”
maybe we won’t have to eat the rich if we can just sic influencers on ‘em
“I never envisaged the amount of interest there would be. It’s quite weird,” said Charles Stopford Sackville, whose family has owned the sprawling property in Lowick, England since the 18th century (via Daily Mail). “I don’t take it as flattering.”So I’m seeing ‘influencers vs. Sackville-Bagginses’ and thinking:
damn Lobelia and Otho Sackville-Bagginses ruining shit as per ushAlso, to Charles Stopford Sackville (maybe the most British name I’ve ever heard), how are you shocked that your palatial, 600 year old manor that was heavily featured in a major recent movie would be interesting to people? If he were smart, he’d take the recent interest in the estate and give a tour:“And here is where Barry Keoghan ran around naked, and down the hallway, here is ANOTHER room that Barry Keoghan ran around naked…”
All the plebs running around are interrupting his ‘Upper Class Twit of the Year’ award practice:
They should be called flatulencers.
huh
A “plague of influencers”…like a school of fish or a murder of crows. Except fish and crows actually have good character traits.
Oh no! That’s quite unfortunate for the owner of this 127-room mansion. Anyway…
He’s… friends with Fennell’s…Oh my God.
So what? It might have been interesting back when she was on her “Call The Midwife,” but that was years ago.
Well diddy diddy diddums. If he doesn’t like it he can sell up and move to a 3-bed semi in Kettering. Kettering is OK – I used to live there. If I was being mean I’d say he should move to Corby, the epitome of concrete and piss.
Lol I don’t feel bad for old money who probably doesn’t even live in the house all year. If it sucks that bad, sell it.