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, Ayyyyyyyy! Something is sniffing at the divine Bernadette Peters!
Nevermind, it is only the Donna Karan in the jumpsuit and Portuguese-water-dog pelt combo.
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.
Manolo says, here is the marvelous New York Daily News article on the maestro di tutti maestri, the inimitable Manolo Blahnik.
So when Sofia Coppola needed a designer to re-create the period’s decadent shoes that were handed to the spoiled queen (Kirsten Dunst) on a posh pillow, she called on Blahnik.
Her film, “Marie Antoinette,” opening Oct. 20, is partly based on an Antonia Fraser biography of the queen that takes a particularly sympathetic tack, much like Manolo’s, on the subject.
Movie buff Blahnik started his homework by studying original 18th-century shoes in Paris. The Victoria and Albert museum in London gave him footwear that belonged to the French queen. “So I did some kind of a cross between academic and a little bit of fantasy,” he says.
But then, his shoes - especially the film’s, a collection of candy-colored heels embellished with ribbon and buttons and beads - are a fantasy.
“Indeed, that is the only thing I want to offer to people,” he says. “Of course, I’m like everybody else; I have to do black and brown shoes and a little bit of Mary Janes and satin, but my nature is kind of theatrical, simple and dramatic.”
Yet again, the Maestro proves why he is worthy of our adoration.
Manolo says, ayyyyyy! The Manolo has been so busy this past week that he has let slip by the most important date, the one year anniversary of the most super fantastic Never teh Bride becoming the editor and blogger-in-the-chief of the Manolo for the Bride Blog.
In the opinion of the humble Shoeblogger, no one is as knowledgable or as enthusiastic about the weddings and the brides, and no one writes abouts such things as well, as intelligently, or with as much humor as the Never teh Bride.
She is quite simply the best at writing about the weddings today, which, considering there are several of the magazines and hundreds of the books devoted to this topic, makes this the not inconsiderable achievement.
So, the Manolo would now tell you to go to the Manolo for the Brides so that you may see that the good blogging is really just the good writing, and that the exceptionally smart and funny writers can make you interested in the most unlikely subjects.
Manolo says, Les Musiques Que J’Aime = The Collected Works of Klaus Nomi
