There is, of course, a very long history of portraits of the wealthy and powerful. Next to religious themes, this is probably the most populous genre in the history of art. If Parr has sometimes been accused of making British chavs look very bad (most famously in Last Resort), here he turns his lens ruthlessly on the lifestyles of the rich and famous. I had some sympathy for critics of Parr's exploitation of the prols, until this book. Voila, he shows, wealthy party-goers can look every bit as disgusting as the holiday makers lying on beaches full of rubbish while their children run feral. Given that so much money is supposed to have a civilizing effect, maybe those portrayed in Luxury look even worse. It's a delightful book, full of winces, as well as snickers. I don't think that David Cameron will be ringing up Mr Parr and asking him to do a portrait of the family, though. Opportunity lost.