Manolo says, it is Monday and you are again back at your desk, working for the Man, so as to earn your meager crust of bread. Worse, it is only ten in the morning, and already you have endured the first disaster of the week, as your boss has informed you that you had forgotten to put the new coversheets on the previous week’s TPS reports, thus invoking the petty wrath of the various panjandrums and poobahs further up the chain of corporate misery.
And so you boot up your computer and shout “Ayyyy! Manolo take me away!” And the Manolo does, by showing you the simple, elegant, and completely gorgeous Opera by Michael Kors.
Suddenly you are Grace Kelly, and your boyfriend (who is at home on the couch, playing Grand Theft Auto, and neglecting the help wanted ads) is Cary Grant, or at least he is the magical-realism version of himself, one that is shaved, well-dressed, moderately sober and employed.
Beautiful shoes, is there nothing they cannot do?0