Archive - January, 2007

Manolo’s Wednesday Miscelleny

Manolo says, here are the few links that may perhaps amuse…

I tore some shoes apart with a hammer, pliers, and screwdriver.

Lesser-known labels that still pack the same distinctive punch continue to be a rare breed…

On that fateful day at that fateful hour was born a new, true foodie.

Mowgli Suvari

Manolo says, did she take that pelt herself?

What the Manolo Is…

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

Reading…

Listening to…

Watching…

The Manolo is still reading the books of the Mark Helprin, which he is finding not only entertaining in the extreme, but also inspirational.

Manolo the Columnist

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

Dear Manolo,

I’ve been told that I must stop wearing pointy toed shoes because of a foot disorder. Could you recommend some non-ugly, non-flats that would be appropriate?

Amy

Manolo says, this friend of the Manolo is in luck. For the few years, around the turn of the millennium, the pointy-pointy shoes had come to completely dominate the shoe fashions.

During the height of this mania, the tips of these stiletto-heeled shoes of pointiness began to lengthen, to the extent that the Manolo feared that the stylish ladies would soon curl the toes of their shoes upward, stuffing them with moss and using the silver chains to secure the ends of them to their knees, as did the ridiculous and foppish dandies of the Middle Ages.

But, as such things do, the fashion tides began to turn, and the round-toed shoes and the square-toed shoes slowly reappeared on feets of the young and beautiful.

This it is especially good news for the super fantastic working girls who must spend many hours walking and standing on their feets.

Here is the attractive round-toed suede pump in the delicious plum color from the Belle by Sigerson Morrison. It is also available in the more conservative black suede.

4122 from Belle by Sigerson Morrison    Manolo Likes!  Click!

Manolo’s Thursday Miscelleny

Manolo says, here are the few links that may perhaps amuse…

Pucci Makes the Smiles!

The “Future” of Shoe Storage

The Fantasy Foot Ball

Run, Girl, Run!!


Manolo says, Front to Back: Sacrificial Virgin, Evil One, Army of the Undead.

Cole Haan for the Big Calf Girl

Nydia by Cole Haan    Manolo Likes!  Click!

Manolo says, one of the most common questions the Manolo receives from his internet friends has to do with the boots for the super fantastic girls with the muscular calves, who lament that they cannot find the tall boots to fit their physique.

To which the Manolo now says, et voila! Behold the Nydia from the Cole Haan, the very handsome and classical boot with the stretchy material in the calves.

Last night the Manolo was dining at the home of friends of long standing when the talk turned, as it invariably does with the Manolo, to the shoes. The charming and beautiful young woman of the household, who had been the Olympian athlete, mentioned her love of the Cole Haan, thus reminding the Manolo of these simple and attractive boots.

The Maestro Charms

Manolo says, once again, the Maestro Manolo Blahnik proves why he shall forever and eternity be our hero, he is simply the most witty, gracious, and charming person.

The word “y’all” comes with hesitation.The Most Charming Maestro Blahnik

Manolo Blahnik sounds it out.

“Yaaaawwwl.”

If he practiced enough, he’d master a Southern drawl someday.

But not today.

“My biggest dream is to talk like a Southern person,” Blahnik says as he settles into a cozy chair at Neiman Marcus in Houston. He blots a trickle of sweat from his face and lets out a faint sigh.

“I need an aspirin. I have a headache,” he says, sweeping his hand across his forehead.

“I was in London on Monday, Atlanta on Tuesday, now Houston. I’m just crazy. I’m 63 years old, you know. I’m no spring chicken!”

[...]

On this day, hundreds of women have lined the shoe department at Neiman Marcus to have a moment with the designer. He signs the soles of their shoes, one by one, with pleasure.

“I’m so glad I don’t have high heels on,” he says laughing.

One woman kicks up her black patent-leather ankle boot. “I don’t know why they like this shoe, but they do,” Blahnik said. If anything, he’s without ego and shies from a chance to promote himself or his shoes.

Another woman shows him color photographs of her 80-pair collection.

“Now, that’s far too many shoes for anyone to own,” he said.

He signs the shoe, smiling.

Charm and graciousness, qualities in short supply in the modern world, but which our Maestro has in abundance.

The Little Emperor

Manolo says, nothing cheers the Manolo like the visit from his favorite funky little fashion troll, the John Galliano!

Look! He is the very model of the modern major designer!

Everyone thinks they’re down there just playing pinochle at the Knights of Columbus Hall.

What the Manolo Is…

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

Reading…

Listening to…

Reading…

The Manolo is still reading the work of the Mark Helprin. His writing has the magnificent flow, with cadences which the Manolo can only characterize as classical in their sonority and power. And, yet, he is funny! To be the writer such as this is among the chief aspirations of the Manolo, well, that and to have magnificent shoes.

The Book of the Manolo

Manolo says, for the past few weeks, since the start of the new year, the Manolo the Shoeblogger has been feverishly writing away at his autobiography.

Now, after this burst of activity, the Manolo is most happy to announce that he has reached the 120 page mark, and that his agent tells him that he is ready to take this brief sample of the Manolo’s magnus opus to the publishers, so that they may judge its literary worth in the markeplace.

Yes, 120 pages sounds like the large portion, but at the rate the Manolo is going, he expects this work to be in excess of 400 pages.

Thus far, at 120 pages, he has only told the story of his early childhood through the point at which he survives the winter as the homeless street urchin, who lives in the Parque del Buen Retiro, shining the shoes on the Paseo de Recelotes for the spare change. (Those who have seen portions of the work suggest that it somewhat Dickensian.)

So, please, keep your fingers crossed for the Manolo as his book-to-be enters this next stage of its existence.

Manolo’s Monday Miscelleny

Manolo says, here are the few links that may perhaps amuse…

Monumento a los zapatos viejos

…if we fellows were not all so uptight and worried about our status we would have all begun wearing them a long time ago

We had no idea that Tim has some acting chops, too.
via the Manolo friends at Blogging the Project Runway

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