Expensive and Ugly
Manolo says, Ayyyyyy! This shoe, it has given the Manolo the migraine, with its fake printed purple crocodilian leather, the shaboom-boom tassles, and the stones of the rhine along the sole. It is the disaster, the very, very expensive disaster.
Oh my. The good news is, the week can only get better from here.
Looks like something that a rich lady would wear… if she belonged to the Red Hat Society.
YUCK!
The shoe looks like something the Barney would wear . . . if the Barney were the hooker.
It is the perfect gift for the woman whom one hates.
That is uncanny, Annalucia! Because the woman whom I hate would laaaahv this shoe. Crack it up to her many moral defects.
And those tips on the heels will probably mean that the hardwood flooring will get pocked and need to be replaced, too.
Manolo you are so right. Someone should tell the Claudio that for $1100, the crocodrilo should be real, and it should never, ever, be purple. It reminds of a glass mosaic table top.
$1100 for mock-croc shoes that are too flashy for Elton John (circa 1972)? The designer should be arrested and Zappos should fire their buyer!
This “disaster” has brought the humor to the otherwise rainy day. It is so ugly, I have the desire to say more. But what can one say to this? I think the Claudio was inspired by the badly decorated room…”I style the tacones like a door-stop, tack on the tassles from the drapes, and copy the cheap and gaudy fake leather ottoman. I will not even make the color of the door-stop match the ottoman, for I am Claudio.”
Oh.My.God.
Oh, dear. Sarah-Jean must have a crystal ball like mine, because I also see a lady with more money than sense wearing these to the national Red Hat Lady convention “for a laugh,” but secretly glorying in their bad-ass red-hatness.
She sees herself as the envy of all. And truly, it will be so.
Ayyyyyyyy! La Gémeaux would not wear these monsters even for the stomping of la cucaracha. No need, anyway. La cucaracha, it would die from fright just from the sight of these shoes.
Thank you David – hilarious. You out-Manolo’ed the Manolo.
The desertwind breathlessly awaits the matching hat and purse.
Claudio must stop smoking the yerba of the purple haze.
AskMom would remind all the other friends of the Manolo that even the designer drug smoking Paris Hilton wannabee 1K per night hookers have the right to the perfect shoes. And here they are. Matching pasties extra.
The fool and her money, they are soon parted. Even the Paris of the Hilton may blanch at these shoes…
Hmmm. No surprise that Zappo’s “will no longer be stocking this product from the vendor once it is sold out.”
Las Vegas.
Ooh la love.
I adore those.
And I used to adore your taste, Mr. Manolo.
Yes, that’s the past tense.
Hm. I wouldn’t worry about it Manolo…