How flattering of Hillary Clinton to borrow fashion tips from Helen Clark while they both audition for top jobs.
It was Prime Minister Clark who pioneered the pant suit for top girls, once greeting the Queen, radiant in the usual tasteful brocade and diamonds, dressed like a pantomime prince. The Queen is allowed bling and ball gowns; it's in her job description; but top political girls need to look genderless. It annoys men less, and if their bums look broad under short jackets it's a small price to pay for power.
British Prime Minister Theresa May flashed cleavage in her hour of triumph, but people prefer not to think about the cleavages of post-menopausal women. That's why the twinset was invented, with pearls on top to keep bosoms down. Older women wear sensible shoes, too. High heels may tuck the bottom in and up, but nobody's interested in their bottoms, and could anyone take a head of state who teetered on high stilettos seriously? One's self-presentation is of strategic importance at the top.
Like Clark, Clinton sports a hairdo that's a not-do. It needs a hairdresser to keep it frumpy enough, and she never travels without one. Her hairdresser says, "I never want her [Clinton's] hair to be an issue," and stops just short of adding a hairclip to one side, the plain girl's fall-back. What a treasure she is. Big hair and Hillary would be such a mismatch.
Helen has just never bothered about her hair. She probably shuts her eyes while her secretary snips it with hedge clippers.