Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
Not only is it the most wonderful time of the year, but I’m also in love with a great guy. He’s a bit of a downtown hipster, even though he’s not obnoxious about it. Anyway, I want to get him some cool gifts for Xmas, and I thought some shoes would be good. Any suggestions?
Manolo says, Ayyy. It is difficult to be the Downtown Hipster during the Christmas season.
On the one of the hands, like the rest of us, the tiny child inside of the hipster wishes to celebrate the season with all of the robust jollity it deserves. And yet, on the other of the hands, to do so sincerely is to betray the carefully studied pose of ironic detachment which distinguishes the hipster from his fellow man.
The Manolo says, give it up, Mr. Hipster. Christmas is not about the conspicuous display of urban coolness.
It is the time to open one’s heart to the innocent wonder of Santy Claus, up on the roof-top with the tiny clattering hooves and the Ho-Ho-Ho’ing. It is the time of happiness and honest affection for one’s fellow humans, even those who live in the suburbs and who have not heard of your latest favorite obscure band.
Look! Here is the Braga from Ben Sherman, the brown ankle boot with enough cool to satisfy any Brooklyn-based poseur.