Manolo says, for the thousandth time, the Manolo the Shoeblogger, he is not the Maestro Manolo Blahnik. The humble Manolo the Shoeblogger, he is barely worthy to shine the most super fantastic shoes of the Manolo Blahnik.
Look, this confusion it is even mentioned in the opening paragraphs in the fascinating article about the Maestro Manolo Blahnik today in Times of the London.
It’s a good thing that I checked with Lesley, Manolo Blahník’s trusted press secretary and right-hand woman, that Manolo, sorry Mr Blahník (she calls him this), isn’t in fact the same Manolo who described John Galliano in his online blog as a “freaky little fashion troll”, or captioned a picture of Hugh Hefner looking old in a Hawaiian shirt with the words “someone call the coroner”. That Manolo, says Lesley, is an impostor, some guy in New York who is obsessed with shoes and uses the pseudonym “Manolo the Shoeblogger” to launch his bitchy sartorial bombs.
Although Lesley is understandably concerned about this issue, when she broke the news I thought it a bit of a shame. Recently a journalist attributed Manolo the Shoeblogger’s thoughts on Gérard Depardieu (“he is slovenly and outwardly repulsive”) to Manolo the Shoemaker, and I had been looking forward to meeting this rare creature, a straight-talking famous person.
Ayyyy! The Manolo the Shoeblogger he is indeed distressed to think that others may be confusing the Manolo with the Maestro Manolo Blahnik. Yes, both the Manolo and the Manolo Blahnik are named the “Manolo” (which it is the very common Spanish name), and yes both the Manolo and the Manolo Blahnik love the shoes, but there the similarity it mostly ends.
So, to recap, the Manolo the Shoeblogger he is not the Manolo Blahnik.
Update! Here is the best quote in the entire article, from the Maestro Manolo Blahnik himself!
“Manolo the Shoeblogger? Sorry, not me. But it’s very funny, isn’t it? Hilarious!”
Ayyyyyy! Such praise! The Shoeblogger is hyperventilating!