I couldn't deal with that whacko Vogue spread (where Edith Wharton was portrayed by a beautiful vapid model and all the men in her life were....unbeautiful actual male writers? Okay!) but I did have to admire how they paid attention to one of my very favourite photographs of her:
(The way she's shyly hiding behind her dogges! The feathers on the hat! Her neatly folded hands, and those enormous immobilizing sleeves! It just kills me.)