Tony Loves the Shoes!

Manolo says, clearly, he is the connoisseur.



Manolo says, Ayyyyy! It time again for both the Halloween and the Moscow Fashion Week. In the other words, it is time for the Manolo to once again be creeped out by the work of the Yegor Zaitsev.

Smorzhoplivanie? (Please scroll down.)

Previously: Fashion Trends from Russia


Black Velvet, If You Please

Manolo says, ayyyy! Velveteen sweat pants!

The Prodigal

Manolo says, the Mr. Henry has returned bearing the gift of pumpkins!


Manolo the Columnist

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

Dear Manolo,

I need some suitably hot shoes for Halloween. I’m going as a sexy witch.


Manolo says, you may perhaps, like the Manolo, remember when the Halloween was the minor holiday celebrated only by the small childrens dressed up like the ballerinas and the super heroes, and by the teenaged hooligans who threw eggs at the homes of their algebra teachers.

Ayyyy, but now the Halloween it has become the massive celebration of the adult id unbound, the holiday during which even the mildest and mousiest librarians and church ladies unleash their inner hoochies, strutting out into the cool autumnal night wearing the micro-mini skirts and the thigh-high “Pretty Woman” boots.

“Why Ms. Gildersleeves, the Manolo had no idea that you had the Harley-Davidson tattoo in that particular place.”

However, far be it from the Manolo to dampen your enthusiasm for “cutting loose” and appearing in public as the sexy housewife, “June Cleavage”, wearing nothing but the garter belt and flowered apron.

Thus the Manolo would recommend to his witchy friend the Butane by the Charles David as being the suitably eerie black boot, one that would undoubtedly help her place many men under her spell.

Butane by Charles David     Manolo Likes!  Click!

Solvitur Ambulando

Manolo says, one of the Manolo’s many internet friends has asked the Manolo the question.

Dear Manolo,

How do you walk gracefully in a pair of beautiful high heels? I’ve never learned to walk in them because I always thought I was too tall until I started reading your column. But when I try to walk in them or even stand up in them, I resemble an ungainly water buffalo, and it is very hard to stay upright. Please help!

Thank you,


How does one get to the Carnegie Hall? Practice, practice, practice.

But in seriousness, the Manolo cannot enough recomend simply putting the shoes on the feets and striding out into the world, and doing this over and over again until the walking in the heels becomes the second nature.

However, if more guidance is needed, you may perhaps try walking like the native American scout, smoothly, heel-to-the-toe, while swinging the arms for balance and keeping the toes pointed to the front.

Start with the chunky heeled shoes for the balance and then move to the stilletos once you have mastered the basic stride.

Soon, with the practice you will be able to walk confidently in shoes like these beautiful open-toed pumps from the Giuseppe Zanoti.
I6208 from Giuseppe Zanotti    Manolo Likes!  Click!


Rock Shoes

Manolo says, ayyyyy! Elton John’s clown shoes!


Marc Jacobs for the Tuesday

664708  Boots from Marc Jacobs   Manolo Likes!  Click!

Manolo says, here are the beautiful and playful pair of the Marc Jacobs boots to enliven your Tuesday afternoon. Look at the amusing details on the buttons…
Buttons on the Marc Jacobs Boot

They are like the buttons on the pea coat!

And thus these boots are now partaking of the nautical charm of that classic garment, making them the perfect feetwear for the brisk fall day along the shore.

What the Manolo Is…

Manolo says, it is Tuesday, time to see what the Manolo is…



Listening to…

Those who think that we of the modern era have invented the scandalous gossip about the rich and powerful have not read the Procopius of Caesarea.


Little Ho Peep

Manolo says, wagging her tail behind her.


Manolo the Columnist

Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.

Dear Manolo,

Fall is now emphatically here. Can you recommend something autumnal, yet stylish?


Manolo says, ah, how the Manolo loves the arrival of the fall months, when the weather cools, the leafs change the colors, and the costumed trick-or-the-treaters and desperate congressional candidates both begin to appear on the doorsteps asking for the handouts.

Of the course, the Manolo always loves the arrival of any new season—summer, winter, spring, or fall—for such changes demand the new shoes! But the Manolo doubly loves the coming of autumn, for after the frivolous and light shoes of the summer, it is time to return to the shoes of substance, shoes which will cheer us through the waning of the sun’s cycle.

Yes, the more sober season demands the more sober shoe, but sober does not mean somber, as there are many and obvious pleasures to be had in the good autumn shoe, such as the richer materials and the more sophisticated colors.

Thus the Manolo recommends to his friend that she consider the suede Harness Pump from the Michael by Michael Kors, which comes in the black, honey, and the seasonally appropriate oxblood colors.

Harness Pump by Michael Kors     Manolo Likes!  Click!


Project Runway 3, Super Delayed Grande Finale

Manolo says, ayyyyyy! The it was the much delayed but mostly satisfying Bryant Park grande finale Project-Runway runway show, featuring the models who can’t walk, Tim Gunn verklempt again, and odious troglodytes in the audience!

The Manolo shouts, Congratulations to the Jeffrey! The Manolo thought that this was the right decision, as his final collection was not only beautiful in places, but also had the strong original point of view. Although, as usual, he himself dressed it the style which may best be described as “dissipated Rock-n-Roll hobbit”.

As for the rest, the Michael’s collection was the weakest, filled with the booty shorts and hoochy dresses made from the crazy patterns and over-the-top spangles, which it is too bad because the Manolo truly wanted the Michael to win as he is so sweet and had done such good work in the past.

The Laura, who is a) married to the ghost of Einstein, and is b) the far more petty and jealous person than the Manolo had first assumed, (“I’m not questioning your integrity, you filthy cheater…”) produced the absolutely beautiful clothes, which would not have looked out of place in the collection of the Oscar de la Renta, which was the problem, as it all seemed derivative. Yes, wonderfully derivative, but derivative nonetheless.

And the Uli did the Uli thing, beautifully, wonderfully, with a level of sophistication that was impressive, but it seemed limited in that they were ultimately clothes to be worn by the recent Palm Beach divorcees, with all that that implies. Sadly, there is something vaguely muumuu-ish about her work.

And now, what else is there left for the Manolo to say, other than that he is sad to see the Project Runway end, and that he eagerly awaits the return of this show. He also profoundly hopes that next season will feature more designing and less whining.