Power dressing. Part 3. Turban, female power and haute couture. Sheikha Mozah

Sheikha Mozah
not exactly a female politician, but from the top of Vanity Fair best dressed list.

http://sheikhamozahfashion.tumblr.com/

Power fashion: turbans and shoulders 1944

"Just after the 2nd World War womens clothes showed a masculine influence with huge tailored shoulders, sensible shoes and bags, sober colours and rather extravagant turban-like hats. Hair was generally swept up into a high roll at the front."from: http://tolpuddlemartyr.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-women-were-women.html

"American Vogue declared 1940 the year of the turban". The scarf turban became part of the uniform for female industrial workers in the Second World War as a simple and stylish way to get long hair out of the way." from: http://lastyeargirl.blogspot.com/2013/05/turbans.html

Power dressing. Part 2. Female politicians.

Hina Rabbani Khar.

Yulia Tymoshenko

Hillary Clinton

Who else should I add?

Turban Icon - Erykah Badu

I was always under a big impression of Erykah Badu and her huge turban as part of her image.
Isn't she one of the most important turban icons?
Do you know any other icons?

“I’m always evolving. I visited Cuba to get a santería reading in 2000 and I didn’t know exactly what to expect. I went there, sat on the curb and waited for my reading. I had on this white head wrap and this white long dress and all of my jewelry, because it was part of me. It was who I was. I was overdressed because everybody else had on T-shirts and baggy tights …”
“I sat next to a guy whose nails were dirty. He had on some Pumas that were tied so tight you could see the tongues hanging out. Then there was a guy on my left with white shorts and no shirt, and the two were passing a cigarette across me and drinking beer. I finally went in for my reading and there was this beautiful older woman who had on a yellow long dress and short haircut. She was very pretty. She started walking around me and speaking to me in Spanish. I assumed she was the priest who was going to give me my reading.
When the guy with the beard and dirty nails came in, I told the interpreter, ‘I kind of wanted it to be private.’ She goes, ‘Oh no, he’s the Priest.’
I never wore the head wrap again. I realized it wasn’t necessary anymore, because after all that man was from a long line of healers and he didn’t have to look like one. He was born with it. No matter what he did or what he said, no one could take that away from him. That’s when I was freed and began to evolve. I began to focus on being more in here than out there.”