Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
My baby niece is going to be baptized in a formal ceremony on Easter. I’m the black sheep of the family who last wore a pantsuit to my dad’s summer
wedding. (Think Carrie Bradshaw mixed with Sporty Spice) I’m not a fan of sandals due to an ankle injury so what do you suggest would be a good fit?
Manolo says, it is the old problem: what to do when you are required to attend the celebratory occasion which requires the particular sort of costume which conflicts with your trademarked personal style.
For the example, your darling sweet grandmother, whom you adore, has requested your attendance at her annual Suburban Ladies Who Luncheon Garden Party. Unfortunately, among the other demimonde habitués of the Lower East Side you have the hard-won reputation for being the most anarchic of the Anarcho-Punks, because of the scatological epithets scrawled on your tattered military-surplus jacket, your willingness to tussle with the cops, and the way your hair is matted just so.
But, you have to go to this party, because of your grandmother, but what do you wear? What will happen if someone from Alphabet City sees you getting into the livery car wearing the light cotton sweater, flowery shift, and the pair of girly sandals?
The Manolo says, contradict yourself, you are large, you contain multitudes! Dress up or dress down as the occasion demands
Here is the Gianne from the Joan and David, the mid-heel slingback pump in the pastel yellow that is perfectly consonant with the joyous Eastertide ceremony.