Archive - September, 2009

Whose Shoes Wednesday…The Answer!

Manolo asked whose shoes?

Whoopi Goldbergs Shoes

Manolo answers, it is the Whoopi Goldberg!

Congratulations to the Manolo’s internet friend Elizabeth, who was the first to correctly identify this week’s personage of note.

Manolo for the Big Girl

Manolo says, if you are looking for some quality blogging entertainment–sassy, informative, amusing–the Manolo commends to you his Manolo for the Big Girl Blog where Miss Plumcake, Francesca, and Twistie provide for you the real goods. Trust the Manolo, you will not be disappointed.

Gomez, Morticia, and Two Wednesdays

Manolo says, not to be cruel, but “Gothic Homunculi” is not the best look for state photos.

P.S. The Manolo has shamelessly stolen the perfect title of this post from his internet friend Fausta.

Whose Shoes Wednesday

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Manolo asks, whose shoes?

Let it Be, Boris, Let it Be

Manolo says, literally everything about this video makes the Manolo inexplicably, wonderfully happy.

P.S. From the Manolo’s internet friends at Boing Boing.

Tory Burch Velvet Bria Pump

Tory Burch Velvet Bria Pump   Manolo Likes!  Click!

Manolo says, it is Tuesday, do you know where your Tory Burch Velvet Bria Pumps are? On the feets or in the closet are the only acceptable answers.

By the way, it is the bamboo heel that makes this shoe more than the sum of its very charming parts.

The Shot of Rye

Manolo says, Mr. Henry discusses his drink of choice

Like a hero of the old west or an executive on Madison Avenue, these days Mr. Henry reaches for a shot of rye. He drinks rye on the rocks before dinner, rye on the rocks with a little water for Chinese food, and rye in a snifter after dinner. Having explored its qualities in the glass, he is moving on to explore its qualities as a flavor additive.

But, you must go read he whole thing.

Crocs vs Gators

Manolo says, once again, wearing cheap plastic feetwear almost results in death.

This past Monday, Diane was out house-hunting. She checked out a listing for a house that was interesting in part because it was close to a park. After looking at the house, Diane went over to the park to have a look at it, too. This was Sawgrass Lake Park in St. Petersburg, Florida, near I-275 and Gandy Boulevard. She took Ritka, our Vizsla, walking with her. Diane and Ritka were near the water’s edge at about 4:30 PM when Diane saw the water churn. She immediately called to Ritka and started moving away from the water. Ritka’s usual behavior is to run ahead, and that’s just what Ritka did. Diane, though, slipped on the slope and fell to her hands and knees, perhaps in part due to the slip-on “Crocs”-like shoes she was wearing at the time. The churning water was, indeed, a sign of a gator making a lunge, coming out of the water. The gator didn’t connect with anything on his first lunge, but he grabbed Diane’s left calf with his second lunge.

Ayyyy! Crocs vs. Gators!!! And the Gator is in the process of winning. Happily, everything works out moderately okay in the end.

Lesson: Do not be food for the alligator. Do not wear Crocs.

P.S. Thanks to the Manolo’s internet friend Carrie who writes: Not only will Crocs make you a victim of fashion, they will make you a victim of alligators. Which is funny because it is true!

Dolce & Gabbana For the Monday

Manolo says, it is Monday, and you are happily back as your desk doing whatever it is you do for the Man, having spent the final part of the weekend engaged in the big argument with your insensitive lout of the husband.

For years now you have been suggesting that you would like to remodel the basement, removing the knotty pine paneling, green shag carpeting, and that funky leather-clad wet bar, all of which were the handiwork of the previous owners. Of the course, Gary resisted your proposed changes for as long as he could. He has always considered the basement to be his own personal “Fortress of Gary-tude” (which is ridiculous as he already has the garage and the back shed reserved for his various man antics).

However, in August, he finally relented after making the disturbing discovery in the cushions of his sectional.

“Hey! Look what I found,” he said, standing in the kitchen, beaming like Howard Carter and holding something dessicated and black.

“Ugh, what is it?”

“I think it’s an Italian hero sandwich,” And then he mimed bringing it up to his mouth, as if to take the big bite.

“Aaack! Don’t do that!”

After you both agreed that it was probably the leftover from the Super Bowl party, circa 2003, you went to the kitchen drawer where you keep your remodeling dream plans and magazine clippings and pulled out your notes for the basement and handed them to Gary.

“For hygienic reasons, if nothing else,” you said.

Gary just nodded his head, and got immediately to work ordering the new custom beer refrigerator and giant flat-screen television.

And everything had been going remarkably well, until this Saturday, when Gary did the final painting, and you were not there to supervise. You had to spend the day with your 80-year-old mother (the woman should not be driving, which means you are increasingly called upon to go shopping with her, which means lunch at Lubys, which you cannot stand).

So you left Gary with the specific instructions for the paint shopping at the Home Depot: Arabian Sand for three walls, and Sahara Sun (the pleasant light brick red) for the accent wall. But when you got home you found that he had somehow become confuddled and painted three of the walls Sahara Sand, and the fourth Arabian Sun (the wan orange).

And, when you pointed out this egregious error, Gary refused to make the changes.

“I’m done painting, Babe.”

Things escalated from there, and by Sunday afternoon you were not speaking to each other, which seemed to suit Gary just fine, for while you were sulking, he had already moved in the foosball table, new furniture, and big screen television and taken delivery of the pony keg of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale.

Happily, by late Sunday evening, Gary, bouyed by several pints of quality beer and the loss of the Pittsburgh Steelers, put the moves on you, and so you reconciled yourself to the new color scheme and your husband’s mannish indifference to chromatic loveliness.

Still, you need something colorful to lift your spirits, and so you surf to the Manolo’s humble shoe blog hoping to see beautiful shoes, and there you find these deep rose-colored Dolce & Gabbana pumps and you realize that life is pretty good.

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Manolo the Columnist: Aden from Delman

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

Dear Manolo,

I’m a 20-something Brooklyn girl in search of the perfect leather boot. I need something that will be perfect from fall to spring, something that I can wear uptown to work, downtown to play, something that can stand up to miles and miles of walking around Manhattan without killing my feet. I’m back on my feet after a layoff and happier than ever, so I’d like to celebrate with an appropriately practical, classic, and useful purchase, and I need your help!

Shanna

Manolo says, this heartfelt plea poses the serious philosophical question: is there such the thing as the perfect boot? Can one boot meet all of our many and varied boot-wearing needs?

The Manolo must answer, no, there is no such thing as the Platonic perfect-for-the-every-occasion boot. This is why God invented the shoe closet, so that we may store our perfect-for-walking-around-Manhattan boots next to our perfect-for-working-uptown boots, while we are wearing our perfect-for-downtown-playing boots.

Happily, although ultimate perfection may be beyond the reach of mortals, there are still good, general purpose boots which will satisfy most of your day-to-day needs. Here is the Aden from Delman, one such low-heel, knee-high, classic that will serve many of your needs.

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Proenza Schouler Harness Boot Makes the Manolo’s Thinning Hair Stand on End

Manolo says, here is the Proenza Schouler’s version of the classic, engineer harness boot. It is the handsome, downtown, tough-girl boot, the sort of thing for everyone who loves the American rocker aesthetic.

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And then the Manolo looked at the price…Ayyyyyyyy!

Whose Shoes Wednesday…The Answer!

Manolo asked, whose shoes?

Glenn Close's Shoes

Manolo answers it is the Glenn Close!

Congratulations to the Manolo’s internet friend Heather, who was the first person to correctly identify this elegant and talented personage of note.

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