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5 Times Edith Wharton Looked Pimpin'

Starting it off with some ruffle layering, nice, nice. She doesn't seem too into it, but she knows she looks awesome and that the bustle's working for her.

DAMN let's examine this photograph. Not only does she look like she wants to get the hell out of this picture, her corset's kickass, the stripes on her skirt are A to the +, her gloves make her look like a lady, and she's leaning on some random banister FESTOONED with things. Who gazes off into the distance with a slightly pained expression (could be the corset) while wearing an outfit that awesome? Edith Wharton. She is done. She is over it. She will write a withering short story about this incident later this evening because she can.

I CAN'T EVEN WITH THIS. Wtf is up with her dress! And then she's got her hands in a muff the size of a wolverine! Who can pull that off -- Edith Wharton can.

Omg. Do I even need to talk about this? Because this is turn-of-the-century classic author and brilliant human Edith Wharton with two Chihuahuas on her shoulders.

And this last one goes up because it's the happiest photo I've seen of her, and she's in an academic setting AND older, and the fact she is happy for both of those makes this THE PIMPIN'EST OF THEM ALL.

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