Comments on: The Manolo On Glamour

By: Chloé Wright-Sinclair

Chloé Wright-Sinclair — Wed, 26 Nov 2008 17:20:15 +0000

That the only “unglamorous” thing The Manolo can think of about Paris is the traffic, I think it’s safe to say it’s the most glamorous!! AND the most romantic…. Paris Paris Paris has got my vote!

By: La BellaDonna

La BellaDonna — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 22:13:54 +0000

Dear Manolo, La BellaDonna, she wants to know: does it count towards the goal of glamour if one has at least performed at The Kennedy Center, playing someone glamourous? It was before the wife of the President (not the current one!), and not the President himself, but La BellaDonna, she gave it all she had. It is certainly the closest she is likely to come in her lifetime to being feted anywhere.

By: belle

belle — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 17:23:17 +0000

George Clooney isn’t glamourous…who knew?
I thought everyone profiled in US Weekly was the non plus ultra of Glamour!

Not really. And George Washington was glamourous. In addition to being tall, handsome, wealthy, mysterious and charismatic, he was highly accomplished, well educated and let’s nor forget impeccably turned out in his bespoke uniforms.

Congrats on the interview.

By: Nicola Masciandaro

Nicola Masciandaro — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 10:47:06 +0000

Glamour, cf. Aquinas on claritas.

*See* also, Sara Grace-Heller, “Light as Glamour” (http://www.jstor.org/pss/2903616).

By: Long Island

Long Island — Wed, 29 Oct 2008 21:21:33 +0000

I agree with the Manolo about St. Petersburg. I have never been to St. Petersburg but feel in love with the city after watching Russkiy kovcheg (Russian Ark).

Posted below is the summary from IMDb:

“Told in one fluid shot, a tale which floats like a dreamlike journey through the majestic spaces of the Hermitage in St. Petersburg, engaging real and imagined characters from Russian and European history. The nameless protagonist, a 19th-century French diplomat, guides the audience through a lost, sumptuous dream that was the Enlightenment period. The film, staged among some of the Western Art tradition’s greatest masterpieces, climaxes in a pageant of color, motion, and music. For Sokurov, the Hermitage–home to generations of Romonovs and repository of so much Russian history–is the ark of the Russian soul, guarding it affectionately until the world sees better days. Written by Sujit R. Varma”

By: Virginia

Virginia — Wed, 29 Oct 2008 20:35:53 +0000

But Hoboken has a terrific view of NYC. I can recall being a desperately poor, but dreamy and starry-eyed, student who commuted to evening classes in the city via the PATH. If you got on the PATH at 9th Street, you’d leave the city with the wonderful smells of the old Balducci’s still in your mind, exit the PATH at Hoboken, look over your shoulder and dream a bit. Then you’d head to your beater car and play a great song and hope you weren’t caught in traffic by the Meadowlands. On a good day, you’d have let yourself buy the marked-down bread at Balducci’s or have had the recession special at Grey’s Papaya. In your mind you knew: if you worked hard, it wouldn’t always be like this. Hoboken, to me, will always be the romance of the possible.