Manolo says, the latest Carnivale of the Couture it is now available at the website of the Style Graduate, and the topic it is straight from the fashion runway to the costume party.

Manolo says, ayyyyyyyy! The end times, the final battle of the gods, Ragnarok, they are upon us!

Skol has at the last caught and eaten the sun, and Jörmungandr, the Midgard serpent, has awakened from her slumber to lay waste the land and sea. Soon, Surtr and the fire giants of Muspelheim, will cross the rainbow bridge from the south to rend the very sky itself!

Well, it is either that, or the GWAR knock-off band it has won the Eurovision.

Meanwhile, the crowd has left but these two they are still going at it.

Manolo says, the disaster that is the Eurovision it continues to crush the spirits of the European peoples, none more so than the residents of the little countries that were formerly part of the Yugoslavian Federation.

How these simple peoples must suffer under the traumatic indignities of …

…leggy Bosnian squeezebox players…

…salacious Macedonian dry humping…

…Croatian gynecological exams.

This disaster it has spread the neighboring Albania, where stunned locals now stand around fondling their goat skins while youthful crooners mangle pop standards!

This it is enough to make one long for the return of the Tito.

P.S. Previously: Foreboding, The Pop Apocalypse, Part One, The Pop Apocalypse, Part Two.

Manolo says, the latest column of the Manolo it is now available for the downloading from the website of the Express of the Washington Post.

The topic it is the shoes suitable for the summer house in Maine.

Dear Manolo,

My new boyfriend has invited me to spend Memorial Day weekend with his family at their summer house near Bar Harbor, Maine. I want to make a good impression, so no flip-flops. What would you recommend?

Brooke

Manolo says, ahhh, the Day of Memorializing, it is the traditional beginning of those lazy, crazy, hazy…daisy…mazy… days-y days of summer, or so the song almost goes.

And these days of summer, they also bring the occasional invitation to the summer house to meet the parents, Biff and Muffy Boddlington, of the Bar Harbor Boddlingtons, who will indeed not be impressed by the flip-flopping of the latest girl that the Biff the Third has dragged back to the “cottage”, for the early afternoon cocktails and repressed, Cheeveresque family dramas.

It is especially good for the Brooke to remember that the coast of Maine, it is not the Myrtle Beach, and that the thong sandals that would have been appropriate to wear while playing the round of dinosaur-themed mini-golf are not the shoes that will be suitable for the rocky, WASPy coast of the Maine.

This it is why the Manolo he would recommend to the Brooke the Geox D Euro Loafer in the light green suede. The Geox it is the stylish and practical shoe with the grippy bottom perfect for those afternoons, when the Boddlingtons take you and their antique sailboat onto the water for the gin-fueled voyage into the rocks.

Manolo says, between them they may have one good head of hair.

Manolo says, ayyyyyyyyyy! The Manolo’s internet friend the Verbal Croquis (also known as the Zoe Hong), she is now officially on the way to becoming the hot young designer, for she has just won the Perrier Bubbling Under Gen Arts competition!

Manolo says, the Style Graduate, she has posted her topic for the next Carnivale of the Couture.

For this week’s Carnivale, I want to know what runway look you would wear as a Halloween costume. And no cheating; it has to be an outfit actually sent down a runway by a designer! So go forth, fashion bloggers, and find photos of your costumes!

This it is the excellent but most incredibly difficult topic.

It is difficult because has has so many costumery possibilities from which to choose. Would the Manolo go as the Indian Chief or the Dread Pirate? The Gangster of Love or the Napoleon XIV?

Perhaps the answer it is the Harlequin Pimp!

Ayyy! Too many choices!

Manolo says, this disaster known as the Eurovision, it continues to devastate the continent of Europe.

Look at these latest outrages to be visited upon the citizens of this blighted region.

Fabrizio! Fabrizio! The Maltese Tough Boy and his Band of Clingy-Needy Babes.

Romanian Flash Dance Choreography…

Help, he has fallen and he cannot get up!

Ayyyyyyyyy!

P.S. Many thanks to the Keith Mills for allowing the Manolo to borrow his pictures of this horror.

Manolo says, here is the fun, flippy, summery sandal from the Casadei. Is it not the sort of pretty happy shoe that makes one wish to skip down the tree-lined streets?

Best of all, it is on the sale. 65% off of the regular price, the savings of over $250 of the American dollars!

Manolo says, here are the few items that may perhaps amuse.

“And they’re so comfortable!” whined a friend of mine uneducated in the ways of refinement.

France only pretends to be Latin so they can steal Italian style and Spanish wit.

I just wonder, why is it that female action figures have to wear 4 inch stilettos to save the world?

Izzy’s Sartorial Triumph

Manolo says, even during the practice sessions, this disaster known as the Eurovision lays waste to the very essence of European culture, taking the grand and dignified traditions of the Continent and reducing them to…

…breathy Belgian vixens suggestively acting out scenes of proto-freudian lust…

…Deutscher Cowboys yodelling Wagner’s Grand Ole Oprys…

…Poles paying tribute to their national hero Wladziu Valentino Liberace!

One shudders to think what horrors await us in the coming days.

Manolo says, it is the Tuesday, and the Four Horsemen of the Eurovision they are upon us. Time to see what the Manolo is….

Eagerly Awaiting the Arrival of…

Watching…

Reading…

When the Eurovision has arrived it is only natural to turn to comforts offered by the Father Ted and the Father Dougal, if only to remind us of the triumph of “My Pretty Horse”.