Manolo says here is the fun, chunky wedge sandal from Mark & James by Badgley Mischka that kicks it bargain style, on the sale, reduced 50% off of the usual price.
N.B. Unfortunately, the interwebs at the Casa Manolo were not working for much the morning, and thus your humble shoeblogger got the late start on the day, and so, by way of entertainment, here is something good from his archives, originally posted on the January 7, 2011. Be certain to visit the original post and read the spirited discussion in the comments.
Manolo says, the Manolo loves these boots on the English railway guard lady, so feminine and flattering, indeed, the entire costume is most super fantastic!
From the site of London Transport Museum
During the First World War, the Metropolitan Railway, like other services serving the City, was effectively taken over by the government. Its trains were extensively used to transport troops from London to the Channel ports. To replace its employees who left to fight, the Met began employing women for the first time in positions such as porters, ticket inspectors, and guards.
Here is another picture of these boots and uniform on the different woman…
And now, the modern comparison….
And here is where the century of progress has left us: women who are doing the jobs perceived as masculine are forced to cross dress in the masculine costumes, as if one cannot be both womanly and the railway conductor at the same time.
Manolo says, here are the few things which may perhaps amuse…
Manolo says, here for your midday shoe-viewing enjoyment are the embroidered red and black pumps from the master shoe maestro, André Perugia, shoes which currently reside in the Kyoto Costume Institute.
N.B. Psychologists have proven what we already know, shoes tell us much about the wearer…
The Zuden-6 from Miss Me?, $39.99.
Manolo says, hi, you’re Courtney, and you are originally from Alabama, from like this little town halfway between Cullman and Gadsden, and you were the salutatorian of your high school class, but now, at Vandy, that doesn’t really count for much.
You know, it is just these sorority girls from Atlanta, who all have the blonde hair and drive BMWs. That, or acerbic Northern girls with dark hair, from places you’ve never heard of in New Jersey and Connecticut, who always seem despondent but aren’t.
You really, really, really tried to fit in last year, but it was super hard. Let me tell you, those sorority girls spend money. When the Nordstroms opened at Green Hills, the Tri-Delts were lined up around the block, like it was the new cupcake store, or something.
So, in November, you saved up the little bit from what Momma and Daddy send you each month, and you bought some new clothes for the Rush Week, this sort of reddish patterned dress from Forever 21, and these shoes, which look vaguely like what some of the girls were wearing last fall.
You knew weren’t going to get into TriDelt or Kappa Kappa Gamma, because, you know, that’s crazy talk. A) Daddy is the soybean farmer, not the banker, and B) despite what your PawPaw says, you are not “the most beautiful sugar lump in the whole wide world,” especially not since you put on ten of the freshman fifteen.
But, you thought you had the good chance at one of the other houses.
You didn’t, not really.
It was probably the shoes, you know, they weren’t that comfortable, and they actually weren’t what the other girls were wearing by January.
Strangely, you were not as upset about not being asked back as you thought you would be. Your classes went really well last year, and you had the great summer back home. You lost some weight, and two weeks at the Gulf Shoes put highlights in your hair and freckles on your face, which you think look cute.
This year should be great, right?
Manolo says, our friend, the Virgina has written the column in the Bloomberg News on what the shoes say about us.
Like cars, shoes combine function and aesthetics, the promise of mobility and the pleasures of style. As apparel, they offer not only protection but transformation; as autonomous objects, they serve as “bursts of beauty that defy the mundane,” writes Rachelle Bergstein in “Women From the Ankle Down: The Story of Shoes and How They Define Us.” Unlike cars, shoes are also inexpensive enough to permit people to build diverse wardrobes, changing footwear with season, circumstances and mood.
Whether Jimmy Choos, Pumas or Toms, shoes let us stand out as individuals while fitting into similarly shod social groups. The complex relationship between the social and the personal is why it’s so hard to tell much about a shoe’s owner from a photograph alone — and why shoes are so interesting. Their meanings require, and sometimes reveal, broader cultural context.
There is much more to be said about this topic, and the Manolo will say it shortly. In the meantime, go read the whole article, it is worth your time.
Manolo says, this smashingly sophisticated, summer 2012, thong sandal from the Lanvin is now on the sale, selling for nearly 60% off of the regular price! Still costly, but the bargain for something so handsome.
Manolo asks, who wore it better? Malevolent crone, or freakish-scary doll girl?
P.S. From the Red Carpet Fashion Awards
Manolo says, here are the few things which may occupy the pleasant minute or two…
Helen Keller is apparently a staple of China’s school curriculum – an exemplary figure that overcame her disabilities to make a mark – and a socialist to boot.
With more than 150 stamps, this document confirms Colvin as the tireless reporter, always ready to board a plane headed for nowhere nice.
The Fashionable Bureaucrat
Ayyy! Made of 95% viscose, 2% elastane, 3% polyamide!
Almost as entertaining as the Veblen good, aspirational pricing, are the sizing descriptions at the Net-a-Porter.
Close fitting style, stretch finish
Those with a curvy figure may wish to take the next size up
Model is 177cm/ 5’10” and is wearing a FR size 36
The French size 36 = US size 4.
Yes, yes, the peoples who can afford this do not care about the price, and the peoples who care about the price cannot afford this, but still, this is another of the Balmain pieces (as good looking as it is) that strikes the Manolo as overpriced for no apparent good reason except to maintain the façade of exclusivity.