Manolo’s Magazines
Manolo says, the Manolo he is the inveterate reader of the magazines. Indeed he subscribes to several different magazines, and he has, in the past, given the magazine subscriptions to his friends as the much appreciated holiday gifts. Here are four of the magazines that the Manolo himself subscribes to, and so would be most suitable for the gift giving.
The New Yorker
The Manolo could not live without his weekly New Yorker Yes, it is frequently smug and irritatingly full of the self-regard, but it is still the best magazine in the world, and is the exellent gift for your provincial friends.
Vogue
The Manolo he takes several of the fashion magazines, such as the Wear of the Womens Daily, but it is The Vogue that the Manolo considers indispensible. If you like the fashion you must read this magazine, if for no other reason than just the ads, they are always something the Manolo examines closely. And, when you are done with it, it makes the attractive doorstop.
Vanity Fair
The Vanity Fair is another of the big glossies that the Manolo takes monthly. It too is filled with the full page ads, but unlike the Vogue, the articles and the columns (especially that the Dominic Donne) are actually worth the reading.
Gastronomica
As with the fashion magazines, the Manolo takes several of the cooking and culinary magazines, however, none are as consistently amusing and entertaining as the Gastronomica. If you give this to the foodie of your acquaintence you will have made the friend for life.
December 10th, 2005 at 5:15 pm
The desertwind admits to a certain perverse satisfaction in traveling the two miles down dirt roads to retrieve her New Yorker from the mailbox out on the highway.
Well, gotta go chop some wood!
December 10th, 2005 at 10:55 pm
The Manolo, he used to be the interesting, but now all he does is pretend to comment on things so he can move merch. I’m all for the Manolo making a living, but I am done with him because he clearly is just a shill and not an interesting commentator on the fashions and the shoes.
December 11th, 2005 at 9:40 am
Dominick Dunne is truly a man of elegance and grace.
December 12th, 2005 at 1:04 pm
I’ve subscribed to Vanity Fair for many years and I’ve long enjoyed their mix of articles - profiles of celebs du jour, features on the antics of Eurotrash and assorted sleazy Euro Royals, true crime stories and the occasional bit of brilliant journalism (Marie Brenner’s article on the resurgence of anti-semitism in France, for example). But I won’t be renewing my subscription. Graydon Carter’s incessant anti-Bush diatribes are so over the top it’s ridiculous. He’s turned the magazine into a rather lame propaganda tract that is boring and predictable. And any magazine that runs the odious, pathetic James Wolcott is one I want to avoid.
December 12th, 2005 at 3:50 pm
If I were to ever cancel my subscription to Vanity Fair, it would be for a reason such as seeing Paris Hilton on its cover one more time. Other than that, there are great occassions of brilliance in many articles. A personal favorite of mine is the recent article by Michael Shnayerson concerning Bunnatine Green, Dick Cheney, and Halliburton. This month’s article about the Christian fundamentalists, their great anticipation of the “rapture” and their close ties to the White House is also fascinating. James Wolcott, I find, always provides a good laugh at the expense of the foolish. I suppose if you do not “fit” into the target demographics, then yes, it’s time to find a new monthly to read.
December 12th, 2005 at 5:34 pm
Ah, do I detect a bit of snideness in Kiki Belle’s response? I would think that for the most part of I would very much fit into Vanity Fair’s demographic - an educated, sophisticated New Yorker who works in film and television and who has travelled extensively worldwide. Where I probably skew differently from the VF readers is in politics - a lifelong liberal, I’ve drifted into more of a libertarian/conservative/independent position in recent years. Clearly, VF is interested only in preaching the DNC/liberal party line - boring, boring, boring. Wolcott does provide a good laugh, I suppose, but only as the butt of many bloggers’ skewering. Oh well, chacun a son gout……
December 12th, 2005 at 7:41 pm
There is a great character in the making here: Dominick Donne, the metaphysical gossip columnist of the society set.
“Since so, my mind
Shall not desire what no man else can find;
I’ll no more dote and run
To pursue things which had endamaged me;
And when I come where moving beauties be,
As men do when the summer’s sun
Grows great,
Though I admire their greatness, shun their heat.
Each place can afford shadows; if all fail,
‘Tis but applying worm-seed to the tail.”
[JD, “Farewell To Love”]
February 9th, 2007 at 6:01 pm
Is the The New Yorker really for your “provincial” friends? I find it to always be a satisfying read. So, the Manolo, can you give me some tips on your latest flip flop finds, if you have any.
Rachel