Manolo asks, whose shoes?
Manolo says, the Manolo’s internet friend, Jenifer has written the review (with many pictures) of the 1920 Gloria Swanson movie, Why Change Your Wife?
Here’s how it goes. Man marries woman who promptly becomes “decent” and “modest” (though it does not show what she was before the marriage). He tries to liven things up by buying her a negligee from a fancy store, but who should be the model but a girl who had a crush on him in childhood. This movie frequently focuses on the shoes as a symbol of sex and feminine power. (In other words, shoes have been such for a very long time). These are her shoes.
And now you must go read the whole thing, as there are many more photos of super fantastic shoes from the Roaring Twenties.
Manolo says, it is Monday and you are back at your desk, working like the dog, with all of the other ladies who do not lunch; with all of the ladies who do not have the luxury of sitting around on their heinies with their kaftans and turbans and fancy cigarette holders and their Japanese houseboys who bring them mid-morning high-balls while they talk on their princess telephones. No, no, you are with the ladies who are the productive members of society, who go off to their places of employment where their formerly delicate spirits are daily crushed beneath the boot-heel of the Man, impassive and odious in his disdain.
In short, you must work while others lounge upon their piles of unearned money!!!
And now, look at you, you are sitting at your desk, silently ranting like the street corner communist denouncing the Dictatorship of Capital!
Of the course, the real problem is not the ladies who lunch (whom you well know have not worn the turbans and kaftans since Auntie Mame was shouting “Life is the Feast, Suckas!”), but rather, the problem is that outside it is the most beauteous of late spring days; warm and fragrant with the scent of flowers and green leaves, betokening the simple joys of summer: languid strolls in the country, lemonade on the porch, and long evenings watching the fireflies flicker.
In short, the weather is nice and you are stuck in the office, yet again!!!
Oh, well, things could be much worse. You could be “funemployed“.
What you need now is to look at pictures of beauteous and impractical shoes; shoes that cannot be worn at the office, shoes that can only be enjoyed in the full light of the early summer’s day. Shoes like these flowery thong sandals, the Freda from Kate Spade.
They smell like begonias!
Manolo says, lately, the Manolo has been in the Elaine Stritch sort of mood.
And now that you have enjoyed this, go watch this documentary clip all the way through to the end, so that you may witness the power of good hair and makeup to bring about the artistic triumph.
Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
I am a girl bogged down by stress! This weekend I will take my veterinary specialty boards- a task enough to drive the best of us to drink. Shortly after that I’m moving to fabulous San Francisco to start my new job.
I need a pair of shoes to celebrate. Something funky and fabulous, that fits my new bohemian city, but comfy enough for a twelve hour day on the clinic floor. Sadly, I am cursed with wide feet and calves- which can make my love affair with shoes a tortured one. Can you help me?
Manolo says, Ayyyy! Congratulations to the Manolo’s friend Carrie who has achieved the first part of every 10-year-old girl’s dream life, (the second part of which may best be described as “Professional Equestrian and Prima Ballerina Married to Zach Efron”).
Naturally, anyone who has achieved such success after one of the most grueling and intense courses of study deserves the reward, and nothing says “I honor my own accomplishments” quite like the fabulous and vaguely bohemian-ish pair of comfort shoes.
Look, here are the suede mary-janes from Kumfs, the semi-funky brand of wide-width shoes from New Zealand, which is near Australia, so you know they must be good!
Manolo asked, whose shoes?
Manolo answers, it is the lovely Amy Adams!
Congratulations to the Manolo’s internet friend Bernie who was the first and only person to correctly identify this week’s celebrity feets.