It is no secret that in the old days of Seventh Avenue, women were referred to as broads, and many a model's fanny got pinched on the way to the dressing room. Fast forward through Hefner's bunny mansions, through the "Belle de Jour" years, when Saint Laurent made hay of bourgeois heat, through feminism, postfeminism, through "Friends" and Friendster, and you arrive at the point where there is no distinction, morally or philosophically, between Lady Thatcher and Pamela Anderson. Or, between a country mouse and a Chanel-clad suburban missus.

Cathy Horn schreibt für die New York Times über die „Matronly Aesthetic“ der neuen Kollektion von Marc Jacobs.

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