If, to paraphrase the British fashion historian James Laver, what we wear is the furniture of the mind made visible, it is interesting to note that this past week the Best-Dressed in our observation wore outfits that drew attention to the bosom — whether it was a revealing low-cut look or something glittering or ornamental covering the chest. What’s up? Well, try this psycho-fashion theory on: While the world that men have wrought topples at breakneck speed — the collapse of our financial systems we mean — the gods are crumbling. So the goddess rises, a woman with maturity and, fashion-wise, that means the pocket Venus, the maternal savior, Mother Earth meets Armani, chic and ready and able to guide lost children home. No more supplicating little-girl looks of the bling years, but going goddess takes a bit of practice. Here is Cate Blanchett covering herself while worshipping over her own star recently revealed on The Hollywood Walk of Fame, lest the paparazzi get rich with a cheap shot.