Klezmerbluegrass
Manolo says, together for the first time: klezmer, bluegrass, and modern dance! The Manolo he can hardly welcome the death fast enough.
Manolo says, together for the first time: klezmer, bluegrass, and modern dance! The Manolo he can hardly welcome the death fast enough.
Manolo says, the Manolo he has been sounding the alarum about this for the years, only now, finally, when the threat it is perhaps too grave, do the peoples they begin to listen.
Lagerfeld Aims for Global Domination
Karl Lagerfeld is going global — again.
The white-haired German designer with the ponytail and dark glasses has become the most famous man in fashion thanks to his designs for Chanel and his collaboration with Swedish high-street retailer Hennes & Mauritz on a limited edition collection.
Now he plans to propel his lesser-known own label, Lagerfeld Gallery, to the same level of fame.
“What I like is to be everywhere, to design collections everywhere and to have this kind of ubiquity in every sense of the word,”
Manolo says, They shall lay hold on bow and spear; they are cruel, and have no mercy; their voice roareth like the sea; and they ride upon horses, set in array as men for war against thee, O daughter of Zion. We have heard the fame thereof: our hands wax feeble: anguish hath taken hold of us, and pain, as of a woman in travail. Go not forth into the field, nor walk by the way; for the sword of the enemy and fear is on every side. O daughter of my people, gird thee with sackcloth, and wallow thyself in ashes: make thee mourning, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation: for the spoiler shall suddenly come upon us.
Manolo ask you, is this not indeed most super fantastic?
P.S. Many thanks to the Chris Muir for putting the Manolo in the funnies.
Manolo shouts, work it, sister!
P.S. Many thanks to the Manolo’s internet friend the Ed for pointing to this picture.
Manolo shouts, AYYYYYYYYY!
Like the ravening three-headed Hound of Hell, Cerberus, the Evil One stares into our souls seeking his next victim!
P.S. Many thanks to the Manolo’s internet friend the Katrina for pointing to this fawning article in the Times of the New York.
Manolo says, here is the article that it sounds too ridiculous to be true.
My name is Aime Palmer, and I am a sucker for wholesale goods. Sam’s Club is my mecca — but not just for those fab mini quiches and the fresh salsa I serve at every other party.
My Waterford crystal? Sam’s. My Stag’s Leap Merlot? Sam’s. My Prada wallet? Sam’s.
They also generally carry Fendi and Prada handbags and small goods, Gucci and Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses, Ferragamo and Dooney & Bourke accessories and designer fragrances (not to mention loads of bling bling) at prices seriously lower than department stores.
My Prada wallet? $154. Not very frugal, I know. But -ista in my dictionary means getting it for more than $50 less than average department store prices, a phenomenon that makes me all warm and tingly inside.
Manolo shouts, Ayyyyyyyy! The Apocalypse, she is upon us!
Manolo says, two of these three things they are ridiculous. The third, it is the Chia Homer.