Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
Thanks to my job, I’m on the road three weeks out of every four, logging hundreds of thousands of frequent flier miles every year. Worse, I’m in the unenviable position of often having to go straight from the airport into a meeting with a client. Please recommend some shoes that will see me through this ordeal.
Manolo says, call the Manolo old fashionedishy, but the Manolo believes all the business travel should be done exclusively by the locomotive and steamship. Was the world not already sufficiently interconnected in the year 1878, when the great cities of Europe were the mere two weeks away, and places like the Newark International Airport existed only in the dystopian parts of the Jules Verne novel?
As the Manolo’s friend has said, travel is now the ordeal, especially for the business personage, who must cram all of her clothing and toiletries into the tiny rollaboard suitcase, and shove her way through the teeming masses of airport troglodytes in their velvet tracksuits and plastic flip-flops.
How much better it would be if our young commercial traveler could have the porters carry her commodious steamer trunk to her small but clean stateroom, while she takes herself off to the dining saloon for the light repast. Meanwhile, down below, the dock agent is directing the people in the novelty t-shirts and booty shorts into the cramped and dimly-lit section of the boat known as coach class.
Here is the Alicia from Aquatalia by Marvin K. the suede wedge pump that is both comfortable and suitable for businessing.