In January 2009, while a student at the University of Leeds, in West Yorkshire, Constance “Toots” Marten was named “Babe of the Month” by Tatler magazine, England’s society bible. In the accompanying interview, Constance said the best party she’d ever been to was with Viscount Cranborne—“a debauched feast from Ancient Greece”—while her favorite place in the world was the top of the Matterhorn, in the Alps.
She joked that cider was “one of [her] five a day,” planned at some point to get a “tortoise tattoo” on the bottom of her foot, and explained how she had volunteered with street children in Nepal during her gap year. The piece was the very portrait of what the British affectionately call a “trustafarian”—that breed of aristocratic rich kid who, untethered by the harsher realities of life, turns faintly hippie-ish, begins wearing harem pants, spends some time at an ashram somewhere—and then usually returns to intern at Christie’s and run the family estate.
