Manolo says, in the spirit of the discussion of the sneakers of the old school, the Manolo’s internet friend the Cranky Professor sends the Manolo this note.
I was shopping for a simple pair of Bass slip on camp mocs — I’ve had a fresh pair every other year since 1977 or so — and found this:
I thought you should be notified. The last paragraph of the description is especially poignant: “With a deconstructed upper and All Star embroidery, it’s a unique look, too. Laces? We don’t need no stinking laces!“
Yes the Manolo he has seen these shoes, in the stores, and on the feets of the youths. They do not impress the Manolo.
Trust the Manolo this faddish version of the classic shoes, it will shortly fade, leaving the Chucks to stand alone as the monument to timelessness they have always been.
Happily, on the side of brightness, the Manolo he cannot but believe that the use of the word “deconstructed” in the shoe advertisement signals the final end of the pernicious reign of the Derrida and his toadies!