Manolo asked, whose shoes?
Manolo answers, it is the Yoko Ono!
Congratulations to the Manolo’s internet friend, the Gemdiva, who was the first to correctly identify this week’s annoyingly annoying personage of note.
Manolo says, it is the Kate Spade Wedge!
Despite the three-inch wedge heels on her black patent leather shoes, after hours of walking, Ms. Saujani, a former hedge-fund general counsel and a successful political fund-raiser, seemed as calmly cheerful as she did at the outset of the day.
Finally, as we returned to her office, I asked: About those shoes?
“They’re the Kate Spade wedges,” she said, sagging slightly, as if she had only just then been reminded that she had feet. “They’re these politician-woman shoes.”
She had gotten the tip from someone who worked for Hillary Rodham Clinton. They are apparently something of an “it” shoe right now for women in politics: Ms. Saujani said that Kathleen M. Rice, who is running for attorney general, also wore them (a photograph on Ms. Rice’s Facebook page bears that out). The chief of staff for a prominent woman in Congress told me that she, too, religiously relied on her Kate Spade wedge heels (though she spoke on the condition of anonymity because she preferred not to be known for her brand of footwear).“They’re very comfy,” said Annie Mullaly, Ms. Saujani’s finance director. “They’re like Crocs. You’ll see them everywhere once you’ve identified them.”
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But the Kate Spade wedge heels are not just one candidate’s shoes. They seem to be the shoes of a circle of younger women aspiring to power or already in it, women directly and indirectly passing on to one another ways of navigating the particular challenges of being a woman in the public eye. A woman must look put-together, but not as if she is a slave to fashion; she must look groomed, but never be spotted grooming.
That is all well and good if you want to look like the politician, however, if your tastes run to the slightly more aggressive, and you wish perhaps to make the statement on the campaign trail…
Allow the Manolo to suggest these over-the-knee Boots from Belle by Sigerson Morrison as being worthy of consideration.
With these on your feets, you would not ask for the votes, you would command them!
P.S. The Manolo has long been the fan of the Kate Spade shoes, for exactly the reason cited above, they are well-made, reasonably comfortable, and perfectly suitable for the working girl.
Manolo says, after all of the buckles and straps and glittery glam-o-tchotkes, it is pleasant to see more tranquil, classically elegant shoes, such as this Simple Ankle Boot from Christian Louboutin.
Manolo says, there is only one proper response to shoes this fabulous…
Hand the Manolo down his walking cane…
“So much rhythm, grace and debonair from one man…”
Manolo says, here are the Manolo’s favorites from the Carpet of Red from the last evening.
Susan Sarandon…
This is the lovely, restrained, classic black gown, with the proper amount of glamour, and unlike many of her most recent outfits, does not display her magnficent Sofia-Lorenesque bosom overly much in the vulgar manner.
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Emily Deschanel…
Few are the times the Manolo can recall bangs working for such the august occasion, but here they go marvelously with Emily Deschanel’s tiered purple gown. The look is fun without being silly.
Manolo says, among the trends the Manolo detected at the Awards of the Emmys last evening was the peoples who’ve decided to just say “the Hell with it.”
Krya Sedgwick reports that Louis Licari was was all booked up.
Well, at least the Beau Bridges dyed his eyebrows.
No pre-awards show purging for the Rita Wilson.
Manolo says, among the trends the Manolo detected at the Awards of the Emmys last evening was the older lady pantsuit!
Ann-Margaret in Black!
Sharon Gless in white!
Cindy Lauper…might the Manolo make the suggestion?
Manolo says, the Manolo detects the Oscar in Ms. Penn’s future…
Cheyenne, a wealthy former rock star (Penn), now bored and jaded in his retirement embarks on a quest to find his father’s persecutor, an ex-Nazi war criminal now hiding out in the U.S. Learning his father is close to death, he travels to New York in the hope of being reconciled with him during his final hours, only to arrive too late.
SCENE
Hospital Room
DOCTOR
(pulling sheet over corpse)
I’m sorry Mr. Cheyenne, you’re too late
CHEYENNE
Nooooooooo! Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy, God, Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Arggggghgle-barggggghgle!
(falls to floor in agony. Copious weeping. Gnashing of teeth).
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Having been estranged for over 30 years, it is only now in death that he learns the true extent of his father’s humiliation in Auschwitz at the hands of former SS Officer Aloise Muller – an event he is determined to avenge. So begins a life-altering journey across the heartland of America to track down and confront his father’s nemesis.
As his quest unfolds, Cheyenne is reawakened by the people he encounters and his journey is transformed into one of reconciliation and self discovery.
SCENE
County Store in Mississippi
CHEYENNE
(holding out black and white photo of smiling Nazi.)
Excuse me, have you seen this man?
MAN LEANING AGAINST CRACKER BARREL, WHITTLING
(spits tobacco juice into dirt near sleeping hound)
Nope.
CHEYENNE
(he squats in the dust near the porch, and rocks back on his heels. Tentatively he reaches out and pets the dog.)
Are you sure?
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As his date with destiny arrives and he tracks down Muller, Cheyenne must finally decide if it is redemption he seeks ….or revenge.
SCENE
Pump Room, Central Park Reservoir.
(CHEYENNE, gun in hand, has ALOISE MULLER cornered on an iron catwalk.)
ALOISE MULLER
(extending briefcase full of gems)
You are ze smart young man, I could share some of zese diamonds vit you, to forget about what you have learned.
CHEYENNE
(waving gun)
I don’t want your filthy blood diamonds. You persecuted my father!
ALOISE MULLER
(whips out knife and attacks, knocking the pistol from CHEYENNE’S hand.)
Zen you must die, filthy rockstar pig-dog!
( As the pair struggle the diamonds are spilled into the water below, where they glistening like so many priceless gems in Manhattan drinking water.)
ALOISE MULLER
No! Not my precious diamonds!!!!!
(He slashes out angrily, misses and falls on his own blade, and dies.)
CHEYENNE
(falls to knees, raises hands in supplication)
Nooooooooo! Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy, God, Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Arggggghgle-barggggghgle!
FADE TO BLACK
Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
Dear Manolo,
I’m starting a new position this fall as the director of a private Montessori elementary school. All day long, I’m on my feet dealing with parents and students, so I’d like to maintain a certain air of authority. Also, despite the standing image of Montessori education, we’re not a bunch of hippies, so I’d prefer something sophisticated. Please help.
Michelle
Manolo says, the Manolo, who is the fundamentally irresponsible person, could imagine few jobs more taxing than being the director of the elementary school. Of the course, it is not the children whom the Manolo would find most taxing, for indeed, children have the capacity to be both charming and naughty in equal measures.
No, it is the parents who are the problems, with their incessant demands that you prepare their kindergartners for early admission into Harvard while supporting their untenable, sugar-based system of childhood behavioral modification.
“We find that Olivia responds well to Snickers bars. Perhaps you could have Ms. Sarah integrate them into Olivia’s daily work.”
And heaven forefend you must at some point offer mild rebuke to the little snowflakes of such families.
Look! Here is the My Charm from Salvatore Ferragamo, the modest, mid-heel pump that commands respect. The Manolo likes this grey color called “grigio cenare”, although it is also available in blue, and black, and the intriguing brownish-grey colored termed “vulcano”.
