Manolo’s Shoe Blog

Manolo says, John Galliano, the Gangster of Love.

Darth Manolo says, welcome to the shoe side.

Manolo says, the Manolo’s internet friend, the very funny Cranky Biscuit, she spits on your spats!

Manolo says, the Manolo he has been especially impressed by some of the recent shoes of the Will’s Fancy. Although, not all of them to the taste of the Manolo, there are the number that are so pretty, pretty, like this one, that the Manolo he cannot resist showing them to you.

Manolo says, ayyyyy! Day two of the Eurovision Song Contest and already it worse than the ten plagues that the angry Yahweh meted out to the unjust Pharoah and the Egyptians. Look at the comparison.

First Plague…Danish pop doofuses

Second plague…the vocal stylings of Croatia’s own Boris and the Belly Buttons.

Third… Norwegian Village People glam rockers.

Number four…Andorra?

Five… caterwauling Portagees!

Ayyyyy! What awaits us as we sink through the inky depths of Hell. The locusts, and the frogs, and the boils, they are nothing compared to this!

Manolo says, these shoes from the Will’s Fancy, they are the sort of pretty Rococo slipper that might be kicked into the air from the delicate foot of the beautiful girl.

Manolo says, here on the top you see, with the beautiful Eva Herzigova, the freaky little fashion troll John Galliano.

There on the bottom, you see the Mr. Galliano in the more formal attire.

By the way, this it confirms the Manolo’s premise that, in the general, the designing of the fashion, it appeals most to those who are themselves not possessed of the physical beauty.

Manolo says, these one-band slides with the buckle from the Ellen Tracy they have the classic looks that appeal to the Manolo. If you were to insist on wearing something in the khaki, these, with the faux crocodile, they would give you the touch of African safari mystery.

Manolo says, Ayyyyyyy! The symptoms they are presenting…

First the rash of the Scandanavian Abba-wanna-be’s…

…then the itchy Austrian oompah-rockers…

…followed by the painful Eastern European gypsy-accordian-rock ensembles…

…next the Hungarians, always, and inexplicably, the Hungarians…

And finally, the act that wowed them in Minsk!

Manolo says, this it can only mean one thing!

Live from Kiev! It is the loathsome pestilence known as the Eurovision Song Contest!