NOV
2009
06

Manolo the Columnist: DT Leilani from Island Slipper

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

Dear Manolo,

I have a lovely warm cruise on my schedule this winter. I’d like to find a unique pair of sandals to take but I want them Made in the USA. Any ideas?

Brenda

Manolo says, happily, there are many American companies who continue to produce first-rate feetwear in American factories from American materials.

Sadly, at least for the person who is looking for the stylish sandals to wear on the cruise, most of these high-quality American feetwear companies specialize in boots, and not just the cowboy boots, either.

The best and most rugged work boots in the world are produced in America by such companies as Frye, Wolverine, Whites Boots, and West Coast Shoes, the nearly century-old, family firm in Oregon, who use American leathers to custom make the world’s best pole climber, forest ranger, and motorcycle cop boots, in other words, serious shoes for serious occupation.

There is, however, one American company that produces exactly the sort of fun-in-the-sun sandal the Manolo’s friend desires, Island Slipper, the Hawaiian based firm that has been making casually fantastic thong sandals in Hawaii for more than sixty years.

The Manolo’s favorite is the sweet DT Leilani thong, available in three different colors, which you can order directly from the company’s website: http://islandslipper.com

DT Leilani from Island Slipper

NOV
2009
05

Stuart Weitzman Sexy Boot Thursday…Buttons vs. Laces?

Lacemeup by Stuart Weitzman   Manolo Likes!  Click!Weitzman Lacemeup
Buttonup by Stuart Weitzman   Manolo Likes!  Click!WeitzmanButtonup

Manolo says, above are two similar tall boots from Stuart Weitzman, the Lacemeup and the Buttonup. The Manolo likes both, very much, indeed they are both super fantastic.

And now here is the interesting psycho-stylistic question: Which do you find sexier, the buttons or the laces?

Although, as with all matters of sexiosity, personal taste will undoubtedly figure in your answer, the Manolo has decided, after much deliberation, that he finds laces to be inherently more sexier than the buttons.

Whose Shoes Wednesday…The Answer!

Manolo asked, whose shoes?

Sally Field in the Doggie Skirt!

Manolo answers, it is the Sally Field!

This week’s challenge was the rara avis when none of the Manolo’s internet friends was able to correctly guess the personage of note, only the second or third time this has happened, and one that has surprised the Manolo greatly. Perhaps, maybe we do not like this Sally Field so much after all?

Whose Shoes Wednesday

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Manolo asks, whose shoes?

NOV
2009
03

Juicy Couture Ice…On Sale!

Ice from Juicy Couture   Manolo Likes!  Click!Golden Ice from Juicy Couture   Manolo Likes!  Click!

Manolo says, in the immortal words of Colin CowieGlitta!

Christian Louboutin Metallic Patent Pump For the Monday

Manolo says, it is Monday and you are back at your desk, somewhat rueful that your breakfast consisted of two cups of coffee, three bite-sized Snickers, two Starbursts, and the small box of Runts (you love the banana-shaped ones).

But what could you do? When you came down the stairs this morning, there was the giant tub of candy sitting on the counter, where you had left it yesterday afternoon when you fled the house for the lengthy bicycle ride, taken to assuage the guilt of your out-of-control candy-binging.

You know you should be more temperate, but Halloween is the worst. You love it so much, and always have, but it is the worst.

The instant it arrives, you flash back to the greedy little girl who on Halloween night would rush to her room with the plastic pumpkin full of candy treats, slamming the door on her little brother’s fingers, and frantically gobbling as much as possible before her mother intervened.

“Honey,” your Mom would call through the door, “why don’t you come out here with the rest of us and show us what you got tonight?”

“Mmphugh, mmphugh NO!!!!” You would shout back, bits of half-chewed Butterfingers spraying across the room.

Threats and counter-threats would be made, and then the tears would flow, as the holy blessed pumpkin was placed on top of the refrigerator, so as to put the parental governor on your consumption. (Like your little brother, who always ate his candy more slowly, that pumpkin would taunt you for days to come with his candy-filled, gap-toothed grin.)

Naturally, when you had children of your own, you understood why the pumpkin had to be placed on top of the refrigerator, although you also understood why the best candies would seem to disappear when the pumpkin was on the refrigerator; because your parents frequently dipped into it, the family tradition you have maintained.

Now, that your youngest is fifteen, your biggest Halloween problem is preventing her from going out the front door dressed like the Hoochie-Mama Witch, or the Slutty Hermoine Granger. (Oy, what has happened to society?)

Although, you are also responsible for buying the candy, which is how the ridiculous abundance of Skittles, and Milky Ways, and Snickers, and Starbursts, and Runts came to be sitting in the giant bowl on your counter.

Sigh.

Speaking of candy…Look! Here is the Kandy-Kolored, Tangerine-Flaked, Streamline baby from Christian Louboutin.