Manolo says, your mission, Ms. Vionnet, should you decide to accept it, is to embarrass the middle aged starlet using only the dinner napkin and the plastic bin liner.
Manolo asked, whose shoes?
Manolo answers, it is the Natalie Wood!
Comgratulations to the Manolo’s internet friend, Deja Pesu, who was the first person to correctly identify this week’s personage of note.
Manolo says, Ayyyy! That cock, it suffers under the deathgrip of the Madonna.
Manolo says, like the shoe-shaped Bat Signal, the plaintive cry went out from deep within the blogosphere, “Manolo, please explain to us this picture of Sarah Jessica Parker, as it has vexed us mightily.”
Although the Manolo’s good friend Linda Grant would likely refer to this picture as “mutton dressed as lamb,” the Manolo would prefer to call it “The Rose in Autumn…Late Autumn.”
On the one of the hands, Sarah Jessica Parker looks as good as she possibly can: fit, happy, perhaps the too much eye makeup, and the too little powder, but otherwise vibrantly alive and shining with mature femininity.
On the other of the hands, this Vivienne Westwood dress is the decade too young for her. It is the lighthearted Englishy pattern with the handkerchief hem, more suitable for the milkmaid on the springtime bender in the city, than the worldly sophisticate at the movie premiere.
Perhaps it is meant to be in character for the fictional Carrie Bradshaw, who is the definition of over-the-top-ness, although, sadly, this dress does little good for the real Sarah Jessica Parker. (It should be noted that the whole point of Vivienne Westwood is over-the-top-ness, and to chose her is to go down the bright and flowery, gold-belted, spangly path to perdition.)
The second, and more perplexing matter, is the Charlotte Olypmia platform pumps, of which the Manolo’s friends have inquired “How? Why?”
Manolo says, the peoples of Shanghai, they have surpassed the Americans in the race to ultimate in slovenly casualness..
ONE hundred thousand fireworks lighted the sky over Shanghai on April 30, marking the grand opening of the 2010 World Expo. For the city’s many pajama wearers, it also signified the start of a nightmare.
After pumping $58 billion into staging this mega-event, which is expected to attract more than 70 million visitors over the next six months, city authorities started a campaign to suppress one of Shanghai’s most distinctive customs: wearing pajamas in public. Just as Beijing discouraged men from going shirtless during the Olympics, Shanghai wants everyone to wear “proper attire” for the Expo.
Catchy red signs reading “Pajamas don’t go out of the door; be a civilized resident for the Expo” are posted throughout the city. Volunteer “pajama policemen” patrol the neighborhoods, telling pajama wearers to go home and change. Celebrities and socialites appear on TV to promote the idea that sleepwear in public is “backward” and “uncivilized.”
Finally, the perfect explanation for this…
Manolo asks, when did Whoopi Goldberg take up ventriloquism?
Manolo says, as if more proof is needed that the loathsome poncho is coming back into the fashion…
Do not be Kim Kardashian. Do not wear the poncho.
Manolo says, wait until you see what she has in store for Dr. Oz.
Manolo says, but he has still not be cast on Glee.
The big news…
Sony Music said in a statement Thursday that Lin, the bowl cut-sporting singer whose rendition of ‘I Will Always Love’ on a TV talent show made him a star just a month ago, will release an album of Chinese and English songs in July.
“I still can’t believe this is real,” the 24-year-old singer says in the statement.
Excellent news, but still, not that which we really desire….
Do not forget, there is the Facebook group.
Manolo says, recently, the Manolo learned the new word: photobombing, defined as “the otherwise normal photo that has been ruined or spoiled by someone who was not supposed to be in the photograph appearing in the background.”
Here, for the example, are three such ruined photographs…
