Manolo says, it is Tuesday in Buenos Aires, time to see what the Manolo is…
The Manolo has been in Buenos Aires for the little bit less than one week, and already he is in love with this place. It is spring here, and the trees on the street outside of the Manolo’s apartment are putting out the leaves. It is perfectly pleasant.
As for the shoes, the Manolo is most happy to report that the Crocs are nowhere to be found! Finally, the Manolo has escaped this pestilence!
In the Manolo’s upper middle class neighborhood, the ladies favor the practical, comfortable shoes, which given the sometimes lamentable condition of the sidewalks, is forgivable. For the young girls, the tall flat boots are seen everywhere. While, it is still cool enough that the sandals have not yet appeared.
Manolo says, it is Monday and you are back in the office, where the tension is thicker than the sopa de chicharo and twice as salty.
This destructive uncertainty and madness was not what you expected when you went into the investment banking so many years ago. Indeed, the recruiter at your college assured you that it would be just like sitting under the money tree and waiting for the shower of golden fruits.
But now, ayyyyyy! People are running around like the chickens with the heads taken off, smelling strongly of panic and fallen portfolios.
And you, yourself, you have the terrible insomnia, and spend every free second obsessively flipping through the business news channels, furiously texting rumors back and forth with your co-workers.
Have you heard the latest? The CFO has been placed on the suicide watch. It turns out that when he had prepped at Choate he had mercilessly, ruthlessly, bullied the younger boy, whose name he has just remembered: Ben “Stinky Pinky” Bernanke.
You need to go immediately to your personal happy thoughts place, full of pastel-colored candy rainbows and chocolate unicorns. And shoes, beautiful expensive wonderful shoes, like these pointy-toed, patent leather boots from Christian Louboutin.
Yes, the purchase of those boots seems impossible, but have faith, the sun will come out tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar!
Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
One of my best friends is getting married for the second time in October, in what she says will be a “simple wedding” of “only 100 guests”. Of course, I’m to be one of the bridesmaids, and the dress—knee-length in a subdued pumpkin shade—is especially unflattering. The good news is that we can buy our own shoes? Please help.
Manolo says, it is the old story, your best friend is getting married for the more than first time, and you are supposed to be the bridesmaid (again!), only the dress the bride has chosen for you is unsightly, but you are the good friend, and so you button up your tongue and hold your lips, expressing your discomfort through the passive-aggressive use of quotation marks (including those which you make by wiggling your fingers in the air) and by talking smack behind everyone’s back.
Ayyyy! The Manolo suggests that you remember that this is your friend’s big day, and that your cheery and supportive demeanor and lack of air quotes are the greatest gifts you can give to her.
Besides, you can sooth the pain with beautiful shoes, such as these bronze sandals, the Tantalize from Stuart Weitzman.
Manolo says, it is Tuesday, time to see what the Manolo is…
The Manolo had not seen the
Annie Hall movie in many years, and after viewing it two nights ago, is happy to report that it has held up remarkably well, indeed, most of the jokes still seemed fresh, and the topic, love found and then lost, is as timely and as bittersweet as it has ever been. It is truly the lovely, funny movie.
This is not to say that everything in the movie has survived, or that the film is as completely trenchant as it was in 1977. For the example, the era of Freudian analysis has passed (as perhaps even the era of Freud himself). Likewise, also gone is the era of intelligent art cinema, when we would eagerly stand in lines to see the latest Ingemar Bergman film.
And this leads the Manolo to the next natural conclusion (reached over lunch yesterday with the Manolo’s good friend Izzy) that high-minded intellectual and philosophical discourse, which is both mocked and celebrated in Annie Hall, has mostly vanished from the popular culture.
For better or worse, no one could produce the movie that makes comedic reference to Ernest Becker’s The Denial of Death and Jacques Choron’s Death and Western Thought, and expect to be understood in any meaningful way.
Manolo says, here is the best of the week from the Manolo-sphere.
Seriously. These scientists and reporters could have learned the same thing by talking to any of us women who have tried dieting for years and years. We could have told them what it feels like to feel hungry, to feel full, to feel satisfied, to feel healthy, to feel too pressed for time to cook at home, to feel too full of juicy peaches to eat that cake, to feel – to know – that diets don’t keep the weight off.
As a general rule of etiquette, Mr. Henry advises you to take the cannoli.
Bienvenidos a la Jungla
If you are one of our tow-headed sisters you owe it to yourself and to the world to pair this skirt with a camel cashmere sweater, pearls and a substantial heel and give us the full metal Hitchcock Blonde. Just
Sure, we all think that our little duckling is the sweetest, bestest child in the world. And what better way to show that loving devotion to the rest of the world than by throwing a ginormous birthday party for a three year old?
Ésta es una prueba de cuando una celebridad sí debe protagonizar campañas publicitarias para grandes marcas.
Alas, poor raincoaster; you knew her well. But the fact is, she’s not the same this week. It’s true. I’ve crossed the line. I’ve become one of The Others. You know, THOSE PEOPLE.
Pregunta agria del día de hoy: ¿Aunque la mona se vista de seda, mona se queda?
“What’s that Lassie? The entire US financial sector has fallen down a well?”
Now, industrial lofts are trendy, lofts are fun, but lofts are not for everyone.
Start talking about weddings, and chances are pretty much everyone gets the same initial image: a woman in a big white gown with a veil on her head.
Of course, you will be wearing something (unless you are having a full-fledged naturist ceremony), but what is actually necessary? What’s optional? What do you really have to wear on your wedding day?
He ought to have upheld a principle of charity: on first glance, assume that other people have good intentions and motives, even if they’re not obvious at first.
Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
I’ve been hired by the development department of my alma mater to be a fundraiser in the upper Midwest. I’ll be traveling a lot this fall, and I need to look sharp, so I’m looking for a pair of boots that will see me through from the airport to the boardroom, and back again. What would you recommend?
Manolo says, ayyyyy! The Manolo’s friend has gone over to the dark side, joining up with the only organization more persistent than the IRS, more tricksy than the CIA, more capable of finding fugitives than the FBI: your college’s fundraising department.
Trust the Manolo, the National Security Administation wishes it had the intelligence gathering capabilities of the average middle-sized liberal arts college development department, so efficient are the fundraisers at figuring out where to direct the guilt-inducing letters and politely hectoring phone calls.
“Hello, Mr. Gibbletson? This is Clancy Snaffleton from Faber College, and I’m calling to remind you that the Annual Fund needs your contribution. What’s that, sir? You’re in the Federal Witness Protection Program? Well, sir, we have our ways. Now how about the Class of ’78 Homecoming Fund?”
Here is the Mango from La Canadienne, in the black crinkle finish that is both attractive and weatherproof.
Manolo says, lately the Manolo has been receiving many letter like this one from his internet friends.
I love your blog, but I’ve been disturbed to see that you’ve not been making many shoe recommendations lately for us poor girls. Please help me find something that is worth wearing this fall that I can afford.
It is always the best policy to save ones monies and buy the truly super fantastic shoes, shoes of great quality and style which will give you both pride of ownership and many seasons of wearing pleasure.
But, as always, the Manolo sympathizes with his poorer friends, for the Manolo himself knows what it is like to be poor, so poor that you must fashion your own shoes from the skins of pigeons you have captured with the tiny snare made from shoelaces and paperclips, and cured to leather in the puddle near your rocky redoubt in the remotest section of Central Park.
And so, the Manolo often recommends to his poor girl friends the shoes of the Franco Sarto, which in the opinion of the Manolo are among the best of the moderately priced shoes in terms of style and quality.
Below are three pairs which the Manolo thinks attractive.
Here is the Happy by Franco Sarto, the aptly-named cheerful moccasin-toed pump available in the suede or patent leather finishes.
For the poor girl who is looking for the flat riding boot, here is the Hobo by Franco Sarto, attractive and affordable.
And finally, for the girl who wishes to wear something that stands out from the crowd, the Manolo gives you the Amenity. And if the red is too much, it is also available in black and sand colors.