Manolo says, here you see the pair of the purplish suede Mary Jane pumps from the Sigerson Morrison that the Manolo thinks are quite smart.
Like many of the shoes of the Sigerson Morrison it is subtle. It does not over the head hit you with the sparkly psuedo-glamour, but in the stead persuades you slowly of its playful and intelligent sophistication.
Manolo says, as the leafs change the color and the days turn cooler, many of the Manolo’s internet friends may feel the need to don the sweater. However, last year, the Manolo had the few words of advice for his friends, words which remain pertinent today.
******From the Archives of the Manolo******
Manolo says, yes, it is true, the Manolo he has been reading and very much enjoying the blog of the Harriet Miers!!! She is obviously the delightful person, one who could easily be confirmed to join the Posse Manolo on the shopping expedition, if not the Court of the Supremes.
However, the Manolo he only mentions the blog of the Harriet Miers in the passing, because today the Harriet she has brought this website of fashion atrocity to the attention of the Manolo. (This page of the fashion atrocity website, it almost sent the Manolo into the convulsions, as if he were the small Japanese child watching the frenetic episode of the Pokemon.)
Trust the Manolo, the heavily beaded and be-rhinestoned “gem sweater” it is not the look you wish to adopt. And here, because we are approaching the season of the holidays, the subject of the sweaters it deserves the special discussion.
Manolo says, the truly super fantastic girl, she does not wear the holiday sweater. (Nor does the truly super fantastic man.)
See! Even the Mr. Darcy of Your Dreams looks like the dork in the holiday sweater. Think then how much worse you would look in …the Turkey Sweater!
Notice the grimmacey What-the-Hell-I’m-Getting-Paid smile.
Or perhaps you would like to make your own darling child look like the fool with the Mother-Daughter Frosty Scene of Societal Entropy Matching Sweater Set.
This, it is clearly child abuse.
Finally, as the Holloween it is only weeks away, you might wish to don something like this, the “Holloween Friends Cardigan”.
Trust the Manolo, if you wear this and no one tries to stop you, you have no friends.
So, listen to the advice of the Manolo, and make this the season of joy by giving your holiday sweaters to the garbage man.
Manolo says, on the syllabus for this week, Manolo!
Manolo says, it is Tuesday, time to see what the Manolo is…
eagerly awaiting the release of…
Although the Manolo is by no means the fanboy, he is none the less convinced that the Guillermo del Toro is one of the most interesting and humanistic directors working today, and thus is worthy of our close attention.
Manolo shouts,
Happy Birthday to the Manolo’s Shoe Blog!!!!
Two years ago exactly today, the Manolo invented the shoe blog.
It was from the beginning, the intention of the Manolo to share with the world his love of the shoes, and the fashion, and the fun. And he has succeeded in this beyond his imagination, as he now has many thousands of internet friends who each day visit the shoe blog of the Manolo.
But it is not only the shoe blog of which the Manolo is proud. Indeed the Manolo is also filled with pride for his small network of blogs, and especially for the quality of the other writers who blog for him.
It is beyond argument that there are few bloggers anywhere who are as consistently funny, or write as well as Never teh Bride at the Manolo for the Brides, Izzy Gallant at the Manolo for the Men, or Mr. Henry at the Manolo’s Food Blog. If you are not reading these blogs you are missing some of the strongest writing on the internets.
What now lies ahead for the Manolo and his blogs?
There are things yet coming, dear friends, that will astound and amuse you.
Soon there will certainly be talk of the autobiography of the Manolo, Super Fantastic, the first chapters of which, after much delay, are now almost ready to be presented to the publishers.
Also, as you have perhaps noticed, the Manolo has already been writing his weekly column for the Express of the Washington Post, and the occasional pieces for the Politics Central, but it is likely that in the next month or two there will be other places where you may read the musings of the Manolo.
Of the course, the Manolo will always and forever be here at his first love, his humble shoe blog, showing his friends the pictures of the beautiful shoes, gently mocking the celebrities, and offering his advice to those in need.
Finally, and most importantly, the Manolo must thank you, his internet friends, for your attention, for your generosity, and above all for the love you have shown the Manolo. He is truly grateful for all that you have done for him.
Yes, Manolo loves the shoes, but it is doubly true that Manolo loves the readers!
Manolo says, here is the beautiful pair of the super fantastic, spangly, star-fishy sandals from the Casadei which are on the sale! 60% off of the usual price, the savings of over $400 of the American dollars!
Manolo says, the next time you find yourself in the Lower East Side (perhaps for the pickles) you will undoubtedly wish to stop by the Girls Love Shoes, the tiny but super fantastic vintage shoe store which has thousands of the beautiful old shoes.
Like the Manolo himself, they even have the “shoe archive” of the antique and vintage shoes, although unlike the Manolo, the Girls Love the Shoes will rent you their historic shoes for wearing in your movie or televised mini-series.
Look, here from the early 1960s is the handsome pair of the Herbert Levine gold pumps from their collection.
If you love the old shoes you must visit the Girls Love the Shoes!
Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
Dear Manolo,
I love heels, especially all the new stacked heels out for fall. But I’m pretty tall at 5’10” and would hate to break the 6’ mark. Is it possible to have heels cut down?
Maggie
Manolo says, ayyyyyyy! Have the heels cut down? Have you no shame woman?
Yes, you may have the heels cut down, although the Manolo doubts that any reputable cobbler would desecrate the beautiful shoes in such the manner, so you would have to do it yourself, perhaps with the series of inexpert blows delivered forcefully overhand with the small hatchet.
Of the course, the real problem here, it is not with the shoes–the poor, innocent, much maligned shoes–but in the stead, the real problem here it is the habitual and unnecessary insecurity of the tall girls.
It has been the experience of the Manolo that too many of the tall girls worry that if they wear the heels they shall appear freakish, and will not be able to attract the mens, who they believe are intimidated by their Amazonian stature. And so these beautiful girls spend their lives slumping their shoulders, slouching around in the flats trying to look shorter.
Bah! The Manolo would have none of this!
Stand proudly tall sisters! Throw back the shoulders and wear the heels, and the mens will fall over themselves attempting to climb your heights.
The Manolo reminds you that some men like them the taller the better, for the example, the magnificent 5’8” tall Rod Stewart who has been married to both the 5’11” Rachel Hunter and the 6’1” Penny Lancaster.
Wake up Maggie, and put on these beautiful stacked-heel patent leather shoes from the Marc Jacobs, shoes of which even the Rod Stewart would approve.
Manolo says, the Manolo’s latest effort for the Politics Central is now available for the reading.
Manolo says, it is the well-known and widely admired policy of the Manolo to generally ignore the risible antics of the American political classes.
This it is not simply because the Manolo has the more important things to do with his time, such as wonder what has happened to his funky little fashion troll, but also because unmannerly behavior and rudeness of any sort are anathema to the Manolo.
Yet, there are the instances when the behavior of one politician or the other becomes so egregious that even the Manolo cannot happily ignore it.
Such is the case with the actions of the now-notorious congressional dumb-bell, Mark Foley, who was revealed this past week as having sent the lurid emails to the supple young pageboy, emails in which he apparently proposed acting out the key scenes to the 1987 movie the Dirty Dancing, with Foley offering to take the role played by the Patrick Swayze, with all of the star’s signature moisture.
You may read the whole thing at the Politics Central
Manolo says, ayyyyy, the Green Eyed Monster raises it’s red head, bringing the expensive Louis Vuitton luggage with it!
This complaint by the Laura against the Jeffrey was perhaps the most unseemly example of the rampant jealousy the Manolo has ever seen. To complain to Tim and the producers, like the crybaby, because your opponent’s garments are too good seems to the Manolo to be the acme of insecurity.
“Waaaaaah! Jeffrey’s clothes are better than mine, please disqualify him!”
Yes, the Manolo does not doubt that the Jeffrey’s final garments were finished to the higher degree of perfection than he had demonstrated during the regular competition. How could it be otherwise? The weekly challenges of the Project Runway are to be completed in the mere hours, while Jeffrey had two months to prepare his final garments.
This episode, it has greatly lowered the Manolo’s opinion of the Laura, and much worse, it has also diminished the Manolo’s enthusiasm for the Michael who went along with this unseemly accusing.
Also bothering the Manolo, was that this was the second time this season when the Tim publicly confronted the contestant with the accusation. Declassé… the Manolo would have hoped that such disciplinary actions would be taken in private, with only the Tim, the accused, and the cameras in attendence. Certainly this is how Tim would handle this as the academic dean at Parsons? But apparently such common sense things are not possible in the world of the reality television.
Aside from this needless controversy, what is there to say about this first part of the finale, other than that the Bravo TV is begining to seriously alienate the warm affections of the Manolo, if for no other reason than that they have been dribbling out these final episodes. The Fashion Week was more than the month ago, and the ardor the Manolo has felt for the Project Runway has begun to dim.
What is that the Manolo hears in the distance…the faint sounds of the shark preparing to be jumped?
Although, it is certainly not too late to restore this beloved show to its former glory. The Manolo demands that the producers ditch the senseless drama and petty gamesmanship and focus again on the manifest joys of making the fashion.
