Among the idiosyncrasies of dress setting authors apart from the crowd are any number of distinctive sartorial signatures sufficient to send the slap-happiest of haberdashers into a dither of aesthetic paroxysms.
British belle-lettrist Edith Sitwell's cigarette holder made her look entirely like Edith Sitwell, which is to say, a post-Edwardian rendition of an exceptionally eccentric, decadence-dripping, slightly deranged tsarina.