Glitter Brogues from Marc Jacobs
Manolo says, there is only one proper response to shoes this fabulous… Hand the Manolo down his walking cane… “So much rhythm, grace and debonair from one man…”
Manolo says, there is only one proper response to shoes this fabulous… Hand the Manolo down his walking cane… “So much rhythm, grace and debonair from one man…”
Manolo says, here are the Manolo’s favorites from the Carpet of Red from the last evening. Susan Sarandon… This is the lovely, restrained, classic black gown, with the proper amount of glamour, and unlike many of her most recent outfits, does not display her magnficent Sofia-Lorenesque bosom overly much in the vulgar manner. . Emily Deschanel… Few are the times the Manolo can recall bangs working for such the august occasion, but here they go marvelously with Emily Deschanel’s tiered purple gown. The look is fun without being silly. .
Manolo says, among the trends the Manolo detected at the Awards of the Emmys last evening was the peoples who’ve decided to just say “the Hell with it.” Krya Sedgwick reports that Louis Licari was was all booked up. Well, at least the Beau Bridges dyed his eyebrows. No pre-awards show purging for the Rita Wilson.
Manolo says, among the trends the Manolo detected at the Awards of the Emmys last evening was the older lady pantsuit! Ann-Margaret in Black! Sharon Gless in white! Cindy Lauper…might the Manolo make the suggestion?
Manolo says, the Manolo detects the Oscar in Ms. Penn’s future… Cheyenne, a wealthy former rock star (Penn), now bored and jaded in his retirement embarks on a quest to find his father’s persecutor, an ex-Nazi war criminal now hiding out in the U.S. Learning his father is close to death, he travels to New York in the hope of being reconciled with him during his final hours, only to arrive too late. SCENE Hospital Room DOCTOR (pulling sheet over corpse) I’m sorry Mr. Cheyenne, you’re too late CHEYENNE Nooooooooo! Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy, God, Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Arggggghgle-barggggghgle! (falls to floor in agony. Copious…
Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post. Dear Manolo, I’m starting a new position this fall as the director of a private Montessori elementary school. All day long, I’m on my feet dealing with parents and students, so I’d like to maintain a certain air of authority. Also, despite the standing image of Montessori education, we’re not a bunch of hippies, so I’d prefer something sophisticated. Please help. Michelle Manolo says, the Manolo, who is the fundamentally irresponsible person, could imagine few jobs more taxing than being the director of the elementary…
Manolo says, the weekend approaches and you are unprepared for romance! What better way to gird about your loins in super fantasticness than with something such as these ridiculously beautiful, ridiculously expensive, four-inch, lace-bedecked marvels from Alexander McQueen! What is that you say? “But Manolo, I live in the rural area and have no place to wear such beautiful shoes, worse, I only know the sort of men who appreciate mud bogging and buffalo wings, men whose idea of the fun night out includes too many pitchers of domestic beer and playing hick-hop music loudly on their truck stereos.” To…
Manolo asked, whose shoes? Manolo answers, it is the Conan O’Brien! Congratulations to the Manolo’s internet friend Retna, who was the first person to correctly identify this week’s Coco of note.
Manolo says, it is Tuesday, time to see what the Manolo is… Reading… Watching… Listening to… Almodovar!!!
Manolo says, it is Monday and your long summer nightmare has finally ended; the children have gone back to school! Celebrate with ridiculously leopardy boots from the Jimmy Choo! School days, school days, Good old Jimmy Choo days. Readin’ and Writin’ and fashion shoes All taught to the tune of the leopard boot. P.S. Yes, it is true, the Manolo has been all about the big cats for the past few weeks, but few of the previous examples he has cited have been as super fantastic as this.
Manolo says, her is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post. Dear Manolo, I’m twenty-six years old and I feel I’m stuck in a rut. I know that I’m lucky to have any sort of job in this current economy, even if it’s low paid and a bit of a dead end, but I can’t help but think that things should be better for me. Please recommend some fun, but reasonably priced shoes to help me get past my “quarter-life crisisâ€. Chrissy Manolo says, the Manolo sympathizes with his friend, for he too experienced the similar…