Manolo asked, whose shoes?

Manolo answers, it is the Greta Garbo!

Congratulations to the Manolo’s internet friend Katie who was the first to correctly identify this most important cinematic personage of note.

Manolo says, over at the Teeny Manolo, our good friend Glinda provides us with the Ten Simple Rules for Raising the Brat.

What’s that? No, no, no. Of course she is not talking about your child. No, of course not. It is purely theoretical, based upon second-hand contact with other peoples childrens, not your little darling. Not at all.

Manolo says, at the moment, for the Manolo living in Buenos Aires is somewhat confusing. The calendar says it is time to get out the sweaters and carve the pumpkins, but the trees and the flowers say it is spring, when the young Manolo’s fancy turns to thoughts of sandals.

So, as the Manolo dreams of strappy flats in festive colors, the various letters from the Manolo’s internet friends all speak of boots and chilly weather.

Happily, the Manolo is the empathetic person possessed of the powerful imagination, and so he knows just what his friends mean, and can easily imagine the solution, in this case these uber-handsome, stacked-heel, mini-platform boots from Costume National, boots so wonderfully attractive that traffic on the main thoroughfare in that cutesy New England town will stop.

What New England town is that, you may ask?

Why it is Upper West Stockfordbridgehamptown!

You know, the place with the little village green with the white Congregational church and colonial tavern. That place, where you will spend the weekend with the tall, blond man in the Barbour jacket, looking at leaves, and searching through the antique stores for copper bed-warming pans and novelty andirons.

Manolo says, here are the few reminders that the past was not always so golden:

First, Rayon, the wonder fabric, as seen through the eyes of Seventeen Magazine.

Secondly, the ponchos have, as the Manolo has said in the past, always been the fashion scourge.

Manolo asks, whose shoes?

Manolo says, Mr. Henry recommends the indispensable cookbook, The Elements of Cooking.

Manolo says, yes, it is only Tuesday, and the recent economic news has been gloomy, but that does not mean that one cannot start thinking about what to wear this weekend. Look, here is the Khloe by Beverly Feldman, the elegant and luxurious ankle bootie with exactly the right amount of rhinestone bling.

What’s this? The Dow Jones Average had it’s single best day ever? Happy Days are here again! Celebrate in beautiful shoes!

Manolo says, this week, our darling Spirit Fingers invites us to identify the cinematic wet kisses.

Manolo says, it is Monday and you are back at your desk, slaving away for the Man, nonetheless completely grateful that you still have a job. But, such is the nature of the scrap metal business (now properly referred to as non-ferrous metal recycling) , which flourishes when all the rest of the economy is going down the drain.

Yes, your office is sometimes filled with pieces of salvaged copper tubing and oddly shaped chunks of chrome, but otherwise the work is pleasant, the pay is good, and your boss is gruff but fundamentally kind.

And then there is Aidan, the broad-shouldered young man with the curly hair and white teeth, who works part-time out back in the scrapyard.

Jimmy, your boss, refers to him affectionately as “some oobatz graduate student,” which means he’s working afternoons to pay for his MFA in creative writing. And because of this, afternoons are now your favorite time of the day, because you can look out the window behind Jeanine’s desk and see Aidan using the crowbar to manfully pound on various pieces of metal.

And, ayyyy! Last Thursday, when it was so unseasonably hot, he took off his shirt, and suddenly you felt so warm that you took off both of your sweaters (worn because Jimmy likes to keep the office at 65 degrees year round. “Hey, what can I say, I sweat like a mofo!”)

You were staring so much, that Jeanine turned around and looked out the window.”Now that’s a side of beef,” was all she had to say.

And later when Aidan came into the office (now with his shirt on) you flirted with him shamelessly, mentioning that had just been reading Fiona Maazel’s Last Last Chance, even though that was only partially true (or rather true to the extent that you had recently read the old New York Times review of the book.)

And so you spent your weekend at the Barnes and Noble, drinking low-fat lattes and reading new fiction.

And now it is again Monday afternoon, and Aiden is out the window (shirt on), swinging the sledgehammer, and you know, instantly, that what you need are boots, beautiful, expensive, sexy boots.

Mira! Here is the Pointure by Stuart Weitzman, the super hot pointy-toed tall boots that are undeniably irresistible.

Manolo says, here is the 1997 video from the Manolo’s current musical obsession, Hilda Lizarazu. Please, to enjoy.

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

Dear Manolo,

I’ve been invited to an outdoor wedding in upstate New York next weekend. I hate to be cold, so I’m planning on wearing a woolen skirt and heavy tights, and I need boots to go with them. The problem is I’m four months pregnant and my feet have swollen to gigantic proportions. Please help.

Bridget

Manolo says, the outdoor upstate wedding at the end of October? The Manolo sincerely hopes that there is the barn nearby to which the wedding party and guests can retreat when the frosty rain begins.

Actually, the weather is also frequently spectacular during this time of the year, with the leaves changing their colors, and the farmers harvesting their traditional crops of Indian corn and jack-o-lanterns.

Of the course, the Manolo hopes that the festivities will fully partake of the Ichabod-Crane, Sleepy-Hollow-ish spirit of bucolic fun that is available in that part of the country in October. Perhaps instead of the first dance, the bride and groom can bob for the apples.

Look here is the Jumper from Sudini, the handsome, low-heeled, moderately-priced, toe-cap tall boot available in the wide sizes for the girl with the wide feets.

Manolo asked, whose shoes?

Manolo answers, it is the Heather Locklear!

Congratulations to the Manolo’s internet friend Spritle, who was the first to guess this famous person who was so recently in the news.