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