In the spring of 1897, novelist and poet Stephen Crane was working as a war correspondent for the New York Journal covering a possible war between Greece and Turkey. In between dispatches he posed for this photograph in an Athens studio.
Honestly JK could have followed Byron "one of the first authors to get that level of fame where alive" path and just go around sleeping with man and woman, abandon them runing in the night while looking sad and created the middle age white creative woman version of the sad poet white man but instead of maybe being kindda the start of the emo boy and the Tumblr sexyman she decided to became a bilionaire terf and honestly that's really depressing.