Manolo says, the Manolo’s latest effort for the Politics Central is now available for the reading.

Manolo says, it is the well-known and widely admired policy of the Manolo to generally ignore the risible antics of the American political classes.

This it is not simply because the Manolo has the more important things to do with his time, such as wonder what has happened to his funky little fashion troll, but also because unmannerly behavior and rudeness of any sort are anathema to the Manolo.

Yet, there are the instances when the behavior of one politician or the other becomes so egregious that even the Manolo cannot happily ignore it.

Such is the case with the actions of the now-notorious congressional dumb-bell, Mark Foley, who was revealed this past week as having sent the lurid emails to the supple young pageboy, emails in which he apparently proposed acting out the key scenes to the 1987 movie the Dirty Dancing, with Foley offering to take the role played by the Patrick Swayze, with all of the star’s signature moisture.

You may read the whole thing at the Politics Central

Manolo says, ayyyyyy! The Manolo has been so busy this past week that he has let slip by the most important date, the one year anniversary of the most super fantastic Never teh Bride becoming the editor and blogger-in-the-chief of the Manolo for the Bride Blog.

In the opinion of the humble Shoeblogger, no one is as knowledgable or as enthusiastic about the weddings and the brides, and no one writes abouts such things as well, as intelligently, or with as much humor as the Never teh Bride.

She is quite simply the best at writing about the weddings today, which, considering there are several of the magazines and hundreds of the books devoted to this topic, makes this the not inconsiderable achievement.

So, the Manolo would now tell you to go to the Manolo for the Brides so that you may see that the good blogging is really just the good writing, and that the exceptionally smart and funny writers can make you interested in the most unlikely subjects.

Manolo says, speaking of the Crocs, the Manolo has been cited in the most recent issue of the Fortune Magazine.

As I obsessed about the sudden proliferation of Crocs, I realized that they are not so much a new category as the latest in a pantheon of ugly shoes that became a fashion phenomenon despite – or maybe because of – their bad looks.

Think Jellies, Earth shoes, Birkenstocks, and most recently Uggs, to name a few. (Remember the Ugg-boot with miniskirt look that swept through New York and L.A. and then everywhere else a few years back? No? Lucky you.)

“There’s a long tradition of the underground alternative ugly shoe thing that is a backlash to $600 Manolo Blahniks,” says David Wolfe, creative director for the Doneger Group, which analyzes fashion trends.

That tradition is a conundrum to those of us who think of shoes as exquisitely crafted, expensive torture devices. At a recent conference in Toronto, I was teetering along in a pair of beautiful three-inch Christian Louboutins, a heavy computer bag over my shoulder, and I have to admit I was eyeing the Crocs in front of me longingly.

But comfort be damned.

I’m with Manolo, of Manolo’s shoe blog (which has no official relationship to Manolo Blahnik), who has consigned both the Ugg and the Croc to his Gallery of Horrors, which he calls a “permanent exhibition of the worst of the shoes.”

Yes, at the moment the Crocs appear to have won the battle, but do not worry, the forces of good shall ultimately prevail!

P.S. Many thanks to the Nancy for alerting the Manolo to this.

Manolo says, yes, it is true, there are those who do not like the Manolo, for the example this disgruntled comment was left earlier today.

I do not like the Manolo. Manolo talks about the superfantastic women with the superfantastic shoes. What about all of us who are not superfantastic? What about the homely, the geek, and like myself the bald.

We see not the advice to the homely and the bald. Why Manolo, why Manolo? Is it because the Manolo is a snob, a dilettante? Why not does the Manolo talk about the Birkenstock, the white Chuck Taylor Converse Hi-Tops? Is the Manolo not good enough for the $19.99 Wal-mart sneaker?

Inquiring minds want to know the mind of Manolo

Normally, the Manolo he does not like to respond to such complaints, as it is the Panglossian policy of the Manolo to always look upon the bright side, but here the Manolo must protest. He is not the snob, far from it.

Look here is the Manolo on being bald.

Also, the Manolo he would point out that the bald womens they can indeed be most super fantastic!

And here is the Manolo praising the Chucks.

Trust the Manolo this faddish version of the classic shoes, it will shortly fade, leaving the Chucks to stand alone as the monument to timelessness they have always been.

Indeed the Manolo is the great fan of the Chuck Taylors, and has on the occasion been known to wear his old school pair to the “sock hop”.

As for the Manolo’s opinion of the Birkenstocks, it is very well known: they are ugly and should not be worn.

Yes, the Manolo must agree with his correspondent, emphatically, he does not like the $19.99 Wal-Mart shoes.

But this loathing for the Wal-Mart shoes is not because of the price, it is because such shoes are cheaply made, by the poor workers of the sweatshops, out of the leather in which you would not clothe your family hog. Such awful and cheap shoes do not fit properly, fall to pieces quickly, and damage your feets, this in addition to simply being ugly and unstylish.

As the Manolo has often pointed out, the super fantastic girl she should never wear the cheap shoes.

Finally, the Manolo he must assume that his internet-friend-to-be has simply not been the regular reader of the Manolo’s humble shoe blog, for if she had been, she would have known that the Manolo believes that anyone can become super fantastic!

Manolo says, the Manolo, along with many of his fashion blogger friends, has been mentioned in today’s Wall Street Journal, where he is referred to as the “anonymous writer, known for his quirky humor and syntax.”

Manolo says, the Manolo’s latest column for the Politics Central it is now available for your reading pleasure.

Here is the taste of what awaits.

Manolo says, one of the Manolo’s many internet friends has asked the Manolo to comment upon the clothing of the Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, the koo-koo-nutty president of Iran.

Normally, the Manolo he does not care to think too much about the sartorial choices of such ridiculous and dangerous peoples, preferring in the stead to devote his precious thinking time to weightier matters, such as whether or not the loathsome Jeffrey will be one of the Project Runway final three, or if the Hasselhoff will ever again find the true love with the career chick of his dreams.

But, the Manolo he is nothing if not obliging to his internet friends, and so he will make the brief remarks.

Briefly and remarkably, the President of the Iran wears the same khaki windbreaker, wrinkled trousers, cheap oxford shirts, scruffy beard and wild eyes favored by the aging high school chemistry teachers everywhere.

You must go read the rest, as the Manolo discusses the clothing of the variety of dictators, including the fashion choices of this movie-star handsome tyrant…

Manolo says, the Manolo he has been asked by his internet friends at the Politics Central they have asked him to contribute the pieces to their site.

Here, then, is the first of the Manolo’s efforts.

Manolo says, the Manolo writing at the Politics Central? Ayyyyyyyy! The Manolo has the politics? Who could suspect such the thing! He seemed so nice!

Do not worry, the Manolo he has become neither the right winged nut, nor the leftist bat of the moon, and indeed his legendary indifference to the normal flow of the politics it has remained unshaken.

Or, rather, perhaps it is better to say, that his personal politics, which may best be described as the Politics of the Super Fantastic, they have remained unchanged.

In the stead, the Manolo’s friends at the Politics Central they have asked the Manolo to regularly comment upon the intersection of the fashion and the politics, not expound upon his own peculiar political beliefs.

To read the rest of the artcle click here.

Manolo says, Huzzah! The Manolo the Shoeblogger he has been quoted in the Galveston County Daily News. Finally, the influence of the Manolo is being felt in the heartland!

As the end of summer approaches, the question looms: Can you wear white shoes after Labor Day?

This question raises as much passionate debate as politics and religion — especially among Southern women.

The traditional rule says you put away your white shoes on Labor Day and don’t take them out until Easter.

[...]

There are dissenters.

“Fashion rules were made to be broken,” said Patricia McCune, who tracks trends for J.C. Penney Co. “Actually, the way that fashion is going now, the big thing is for everyone to express their individuality. So I say whatever expresses your individuality, go for it.”

Last year, Manolo’s Shoe Blog (http://shoeblogs.com) offered the same advice.

“The correct rule is always appropriateness,” Manolo wrote. “It is indeed not appropriate to wear the flip flops to meet the Mr. President. However, it is most appropriate to wear the super fantastic white shoes anytime the weather it is clement.”

It is that time of the year again, time for the annual arguement about the wearing of the white shoes after the Day of Labor.

Soon, like the Punxsutawney Phil on the Day of the Groundhog, the Manolo will emerge from his lair to make is annual official pronouncement on this matter.

Manolo says, Ayyyyyyyy! This afternoon, the servers at the web-hosting company of the Manolo they failed and as the result the Manolo’s humble shoe blog and his email account they were unavailable for many hours.

Happily, everything it now seems to be working again. Many and profuse apologies for the inconveniences this may have caused to the many internet friends of the Manolo.

Manolo says, Ayyyyyyyyyy! The Manolo he is most emphatically not the Baubé

Has anyone received the Fall “Book” from Neiman Marcus? There is a cosmetics insert with a cartoonish hairstylist/makeup artist character by the name of Baubè in it. And Baubè “speaks” eerily like our beloved Manolo.

And if The Manolo has the gig writing the parlance and the patois for this Baubè character, “bravo,” I say.

It’s pretty cute, it’s funny, it’s well-illustrated and I hope it pays buckets of dough.

If he doesn’t have the gig, and I kind of think not (he’s more erudite than this Baubè character could ever hope to be), he’s being ripped-off. It’s a pretty egregious and blatant rip and for a few moments there I was thinking of suggesting he lawyer-up.

But WWTMD? What Would The Manolo Do?

But, the beautiful and funny Susanna the Bling Blogger, she already knows the exactly correct answer to what the Manolo would do.

He would laugh. He would be flattered. He would saunter respectfully past the offerings of Baubè for the super-fantastic shoe selections at Neiman Marcus. He would go to Giorgio for dinner. And so it would be.

Indeed!

There are many who in the past have attempted to imitate the Manolo. Mostly, the Manolo he has regarded these imitations as the amusing, if sometimes poorly executed, form of the flattery, to be enjoyed as such.

This it is how the Manolo regards this Baubé

Although, it must be pointed out that, for many reasons, this fictional Baubé he cannot be the Manolo, as the Manolo he does not have the tattoos; would never wear the tail of the pony on his head; has the much better command of the language and the style; and of the course, would never appear in the public barefeeted!

Ultimately, Baubé he is simply one more homage to the wit of the Manolo.

Manolo says, many apologies for the rather slowish pace of the postings. This week and the next the Manolo is travelling–San Francisco, New York, Chicago, and elsewhere–and as the consequence he has not been able to communicate with his internet friends as frequently as he would like.

Worry not, dearest of the hearts, the Manolo will stop by the blog when he can, and in any of the events everything it will soon return to normal.

In the meantime, do not forget that you are indeed most super fantastic!

Manolo says, once again the Posse Manolo has been on the polite and well-heeled rampage through the mean-girl streets of the Beverly Hills.

And as always, there is much to see on the Robertson Boulevard, such as the angry and importuning papparazzi swarms, the re-engineered faces of the ladies who lunch, and the occasional glimpse of the celebrity of no consequence.

Such things, although remarkably entertaining, are the not the point of the trip to the 90210.

In the stead, it is the shoes!

And here are two of the Manolo’s favorites purchased by the members of the Posse during the day spent on the prowl.

First the beutiful, gold sandals from the Miu Miu

And then the simple, t-strap sandal in the antique bronze from the Donald J. Pliner.

Both of these they have the understated panache that the Manolo finds appealing in those women who do not need to obsessively seek out the attention of the press.

As for the luncheon while shopping, the Manolo politely suggests this place, the Michelia Nouvelle, as being the relaxed and tasty alternative to the power-based snobbery of the Ivy.