Manolo says, if you are shopping for the Manolo (and who is not these days?) please consider giving him the following gift.
The Manolo was recently the guest in the home whose kitchen was equipped with this, the
Nespresso Citiz Aeroccino C120.
Each morning, during his visit , the Manolo would awake at his customary late hour and head to the dining room, where he would sit for the few minutes before realizing that his hosts, being productive citizens, had already departed for the day.
Thus it was left to the Manolo to make his own coffee! Happily, this magnificent machine makes the perfect cup every time, without the special coffee barista training. Truly we live in the age of wonders and miracles!
Manolo says, today is the feast day of the dual patrons of this blog, the Saints Crispin and Crispian, the saintly shoemakers, and the Manolo’s own objects of personal devotion, as recounted in the Manolo’s brief work, the Consolation of the Shoes.
Ho! workers of the old time styled
The Gentle Craft of Leather
Young brothers of the ancient guild,
Stand forth once more together!
Call out again your long array,
In the olden merry manner
Once more, on gay St. Crispin’s day,
Fling out your blazoned banner!
Rap, rap! upon the well-worn stone
How falls the polished hammer
Rap, rap! the measured sound has grown
A quick and merry clamor.
Now shape the sole! now deftly curl
The glossy vamp around it,
And bless the while the bright-eyed girl
Whose gentle fingers bound it!
For you, along the Spanish main
A hundred keels are ploughing;
For you, the Indian on the plain
His lasso-coil is throwing;
For you, deep glens with hemlock dark
The woodman’s fire is lighting;
For you, upon the oak’s gray bark,
The woodman’s axe is smiting.
For you, from Carolina’s pine
The rosin-gum is stealing;
For you, the dark-eyed Florentine
Her silken skein is reeling;
For you, the dizzy goatherd roams
His rugged Alpine ledges;
For you, round all her shepherd homes,
Bloom England’s thorny hedges.
The foremost still, by day or night,
On moated mound or heather,
Where’er the need of trampled right
Brought toiling men together;
Where the free burghers from the wall
Defied the mail-clad master,
Than yours, at Freedom’s trumpet-call,
No craftsmen rallied faster.
Let foplings sneer, let fools deride,
Ye heed no idle scorner;
Free hands and hearts are still your pride,
And duty done, your honor.
Ye dare to trust, for honest fame,
The jury Time empanels,
And leave to truth each noble name
Which glorifies your annals.
Thy songs, Hans Sachs, are living yet,
In strong and hearty German;
And Bloomfield’s lay, and Gifford’s wit,
And patriot fame of Sherman;
Still from his book, a mystic seer,
The soul of Behmen teaches,
And England’s priestcraft shakes to hear
Of Fox’s leathern breeches.
The foot is yours; where’er it falls,
It treads your well-wrought leather,
On earthen floor, in marble halls,
On carpet, or on heather.
Still there the sweetest charm is found
Of matron grace or vestal’s,
As Hebe’s foot bore nectar round
Among the old celestials.
Rap, rap!–your stout and bluff brogan,
With footsteps slow and weary,
May wander where the sky’s blue span
Shuts down upon the prairie.
On Beauty’s foot your slippers glance,
By Saratoga’s fountains,
Or twinkle down the summer dance
Beneath the Crystal Mountains!
The red brick to the mason’s hand,
The brown earth to the tiller’s,
The shoe in yours shall wealth command,
Like fairy Cinderella’s!
As they who shunned the household maid
Beheld the crown upon her,
So all shall see your toil repaid
With hearth and home and honor.
Then let the toast be freely quaffed,
In water cool and brimming,–
“All honor to the good old Craft,
Its merry men and women!”
Call out again your long array,
In the old time’s pleasant manner
Once more, on gay St. Crispin’s day,
Fling out his blazoned banner!
Finally, scenes of the Gentle Craft, as practiced at the atelier of Louis Vuitton.
Manolo says, on this day, in year 2004, the Manolo started his humble shoe blog.
Seven years? Who could have imagined that the Manolo would still be here after all these years?
So much has changed since the beginning, from the growth of the fashion blogosphere, to the democratization of the fashion reportage and criticism, to the commercial triumph of the corporate blogs, all of it visible from this odd little quarter of the interwebs.
And yet, here is the Manolo, still sharing his love of the shoes, still trying to make his friends laugh.
And through it all, this has been the Manolo’s greatest reward, to know that he has been able to bring the small measure of pleasure to to his internet friends, and that they have responded to him with love. And for this the Manolo will always be most grateful.
You are most super fantastic, indeed, dear internet friends!
Manolo says, many apologies from the Manolo for desultory posting over the past few weeks. There has been much happening in the life of the Manolo, and there is yet more to occur in the coming weeks. Happily, although it is not all good, neither is it all bad. It is all just very distracting.
And now, the Manolo will attempt to return to the more regular posting schedule.
Manolo says, there is the short interview with the Manolo at the website of the Independent Fashion Bloggers. Here is the excerpt:
What are you working on now?
The Manolo has just finished his new novel, which is with his literary agent and should be finding the publisher shortly. Otherwise, the Manolo does what he always does: awakens late, drinks the tiny little cups of the strong coffee, looks at the interwebs for the few minutes, and then posts something that he hopes will amuse his internet friends. After that, he goes for the lengthy stroll, boutonnière in lapel, walking stick in hand. In the late afternoon, he will meet with his usual friends at the usual places, where they will drink the kir royales and talk about the various things. That is what the Manolo is working on at the moment, attempting to live the sort of life that would have made Epicurus proud.
But, now you must go read the whole thing.
Manolo says, things have grown stale at the blog of the Manolo.
The Manolo is in the rut.
And so, to liven things up the bit, the Manolo would like to invite his internet friends to consider contributing the guest post or two the Manolo’s humble shoe blog.
It does not matter if you are the fashion blogger, or the non-blogger, the Manolo would love to see what his internet friends have to say about such topics as shoes, runway trends, fashion history, shoes, celebrity misadventure, shoes, indeed almost any topic that is not overtly political, or overly controversial. All the Manolo asks is that the contribution be thoughtful and moderately entertaining to his readers.
If you would like to do this please send the Manolo the email telling him what you would like to make the guest post about.
Manolo says, in concert with the soon-to-be-happening unveiling of the new season of the FN Shoe Star, the Manolo is preparing for the interview with the reporter from the Feetwear News. In so doing, he has been reminded of the interviews past, including one with our shoe friend, Miss Meghan Cleary.
This was memorable to the Manolo because it included this exchange…
Shoes you were wearing for your first kiss?
First kiss with the human? In this case, the young Manolo was wearing the pair of the light-brown, high-top, side-button ankle boots which he had purchased at the Rastro flea market for very little money, and which he wore with the striped trousers and Edwardian frock coat of his own design and cut. The teenaged Manolo was in his Young Banker phase (not that he was the actual banker, mind you, but that he liked to dress as if he were the Edwardian banker, or perhaps as if he were the young clerk in the Mary Poppins movie). Strangely, this look would occasionally appeal to the very particular and very odd young peoples. It was one such young person who, while strolling in the park one evening, virtually assaulted the Manolo with the most ardent and unexpected kiss. The Manolo broke free of this amorous embrace and raced home to record it immediately in his journal. Needless to say, all further relations with this person were ended.
Sometimes, it is difficult to be the Manolo.
Manolo says, today in the New York Times there is the annotated list of the 41 Places to Go in 2011, which was, as such things usually are, mostly the exercise in status-conscious, Bobo one-upmanship.
Naturally, because the Manolo is both the bohemian and bourgeois, the Manolo was pleased to see that he had recently been to several of the places on the list, including the number one choice, Santiago, Chile.
And, he was extremely happy to see that there was the entire paragraph in the NY Times Santiago entry devoted to the Museo de la Moda…
Perhaps the most remarkable cultural space to open in the last few years is the Museo de la Moda, a privately financed fashion museum inside a revamped 1960s Modernist mansion. It has a permanent collection of nearly 10,000 pieces of couture and memorabilia (of which 800 are typically on display), including a light-blue jacket worn in 1966 by John Lennon and a black strapless gown worn in 1981 by Diana, Princess of Wales.
The Manolo felt that the museum was strongest in the clothing of the mid-20th century, undoubtedly the result of the founder Jorge Yarur’s unusual filial devotion, which has preserved not only the family’s modernist mansion, but his mother’s clothing collection. Indeed, it is the clothing of the mother which forms the heart of this collection, lovingly displayed in cases in the darkened, converted bedrooms and family rooms of the mansion, as if they were the religious objects in glass reliquaries. (As one internet wag said, Jorge Yarur, The Most Fashionable Mama’s Boy Ever.)
Beyond the mother’s clothing, which is good but not great, however, there is the extensive collection of important and historical pieces, including several major Paul Poiret gowns, along with the Diors, the Chanels, and many older items of interest.
The shoe collection was likewise well done, although the Manolo did have the very sniffy pleasure of pointing out that two pairs of the boots had been misidentified, their cards transposed (undoubtedly the error of the inattentive curator).
Of the course, there many more reasons to go to Santiago, but for the Manolo, it was the Museo de la Moda that made the trip.
Manolo says, the Manolo politely reminds you that he maintains the online presence on several of the most modern social media platforms. For the example…
You may find the Manolo on the Facebook, where he would be most kind to greet you as one of his special friends.
Likewise, the Manolo shares some of his more ephemeral thoughts through out each day at his Twitter feed, to which you may wish to subscribe.
Additionally, the Manolo has recently started the Tumblr thing, to which he sometimes posts the pictures and quotations that capture his fancy.
And, finally, the Manolo is working to revive his moribund Super Fantastic Newsletter, which he hopes will eventually send out the weekly news about the Manolo, together with coupons, bargains, announcements, and contests. Naturally, the Manolo would be enormously pleased if you would consider subscribing to these email updates.
Manolo says, please excuse the Manolo while he complains about something that has been bothering him for the many months now: the peculiar search results returned by the Google search engine, which has seemed to take the inexplicable disliking to the blog of the Manolo.
To illustrate this problem, the Manolo has done three searches on the title of one of his most recent blog postings, Manolosphere: The Tumblr of the Manolo, from earlier this afternoon.