Watching the Labour Party choose a new leader is a bit like waiting for paint to dry so you can see whether it ends up looking like the colour it says on the tin.
There is plenty of introspection and navel gazing going on. The resulting navel fluff is unlikely to be useful unless it can be knitted into some sort of design for the future.
Picking a leader who smiles, waves a lot and makes empty speeches has been done already. John Key has cornered the insincere smiling, leaving little left for the left. (Why is it that the music for Mack the Knife always springs to mind when I see that grin?)
Being white, wealthy and a lawyer has usually been a useful combination. The advantages of being a male have been diminished by the likes of Helen Clark but I don't see any Labour women putting up their hands for the role despite the fact that there are some talented options; Annette King comes immediately to mind.
The times call for a Labour leader with the oratory skills of US President Barack Obama, the steadiness of German leader Angela Merkel, the patience of a refugee and the haircut from our own Winston Peters (his one and only public asset). We can look to French and Italian leaders for tips on style and presentation but should ignore their preponderance for financial and sex scandals.