Manolo says, Spring, thou has sprung the new shoes from Michael Kors!
For some reason, last night, the Manolo was dreaming about the high heeled sandals in this luggage color. And so, this morning, first thing, he bethought himself to find the pair which matched the fantasma.
And, after the few minutes of searching, there they were, the Tucson from Kos by Michael Kors.
Manolo asked, whose shoes?
Manolo answers, it is the Demi Moore!
This week the Manolo confounded his many internet friends by presenting the shoes of Mrs. Ashton Kutcher.
Manolo says, it is Monday and you are back your desk and the Manolo is finally back at his, and all is right with the world (assuming that you do not read the newspapers, and really, who does anymore?).
Oy, but the news from the world of the economy is bad, with the bankruptcies, and the failures, and the bailouts, and the falling markets, and the fat-gato bankers having to cut back to lighting their cigars with the Ulysses S’s instead of the Benjamins.
Still, it could be worse, you (and the Manolo) still have the desks. You are not out on the street, selling wormy apples from the wooden handcart. And you still have the internet, yes?
And, thank goodness for the interwebs, for they can bring us pictures of shoes. And, now more than ever we require the curative power of shoes, beautiful, happy, cheerful, wonderful shoes!
Look! From the Maestro Manolo Blahnik, purple!
Do they not turn your frown downside up?
So fun, so festive, so frivolous.
Athough..perhaps to yourself, you are saying, “Manolo have you not heard that there is the Recession on? And $800, it is is horrifically excessive for the pair of purple sandals, no?”
Indeed, the Manolo understands that perhaps the money is tight, and that even in the best of times you would not spend so much on such shoes, however beautiful.
And, yet, just because you cannot now buy such shoes, does not mean you cannot look and dream of the day when you can.
Indeed, even in the greatest depth of the Great Depression, when your brother could not spare the dime, Fred Astaire would still put on his top hat and dance lightly across the movie screens, entertaining us with scenes of luxury and frivolity and lightness.
But enough of this! Look, Red!
And, Fuchsia!
Manolo says, here is the latest column of the Manolo.
Dear Manolo
I’m going to be visiting San Francisco for a friend’s wedding in June. While there, my husband and I will be visiting as many vineyards as my bridesmaid duties will allow. Could you please recommend some fun yet comfortable shoes that would be appropriate for such a venture?
Kim
Manolo says, finding the proper shoes for the summer wine country trip is the question near to the Manolo’s heart and belly. Indeed, the Manolo spent most of February in Chile and Northern Argentina, touring various wineries and partaking extensively of the fruit of the vine.
Frankly, the Manolo is not much of the wine expert. He is more of the amateur enthusiast, avidly gulping glass after glass of bold reds, while his more refined companions sniff, swirl, and expectorate knowingly.
“Manolo don’t you think this ‘cab’ has strong undertones of currents, citron, leather, together with a tiny soupçon of kumquat?”
To which the Manolo, nods, holds out the glass to the tour guide and says “Mmmm, kumquaty. Please, more.”
As for what to wear to the winery, the Manolo would remind his friend that rural California is hot and dusty and exceedingly casual in June, and so it is best to dress accordingly. Look, here is the D Tori by Geox!
Manolo asked, whose shoes?
Manolo answers, it is the Bette Davis!
Congratulations to the Manolo’s internet friend Allison. She got Bette Davis shoes!
Manolo say, although the writers of the Manolosphere naturally eschew all things pornographic, this does not preclude the occasional foray into highbrow erotica.
P.S. Be certain to read the comments section.
Here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
Dear Manolo,
I’m terribly antsy for Spring to start. I’m ready for flowers, and green grass, and warm weather. Out with the March lion, bring in the lamb! Please recommend some spring shoes for me, so I’m prepared.
Yvonne
Manolo says, perhaps in England, or St. Louis, April is the cruelest month, but in Washington, D.C. it is March which breaks the heart with its alternating warmth and cold. One minute you are looking at the first buds of spring, and the next, sleet is knocking them off the trees and pelting you into the shelter of the nearest federal monument.But then, it is only natural that Washingtonians should avidly wish for the arrival of Spring, for it is in the fullness of that season that the city is at its most beautiful, when the cherry blossoms bloom and the streets are finally cleared of the cars that crashed in the last snow storm of winter.
Of the course, spring is quickly followed by the Washington summer, and the less said about that the better.
As for the springy shoes, the Manolo recommends these super fantastic, super fun, patent leather purple skimmers from Belle by Sigerson Morrison. It is also available in suitably vernal yellow and green.
Manolo asked, whose shoes?
Manolo answers, it is the incomparable David Hasselhoff!
Congratulations to the Manolo’s internet friend SusanC, who was the first and only person to correctly identify this most important and beloved personage.
Manolo says, Ayyyy! This week, our friend Spirit Fingers challenges us to identify the cinematic Ugly Betties!
