MAR
2007
01

Conceptual Self-Sabotage

Manolo says, it is not often that the Manolo reads the runway review that makes him laugh out loud.

As the rigs got bigger and the girls’ expressions more frozen with fear, involuntary gasps escaped from the audience. “Oh my God, she’s listing!” hissed one observer. “I can’t look!” cried another. “That poor girl’s slipping!” shrieked someone else.

By pure luck, no one did fall, and when the applause came, Viktor & Rolf may not have realized it was all for the models’ heroic endurance, rather than for them. The mild-mannered and scrupulously polite Horsting and Snoeren can hardly be suspected of being closet sadists, but in this case their concept crossed over into cruelty. At the end, if they’d come out rigged up themselves—in clogs—they might have gotten away with it, but whatever point they were (perhaps) making about how each of us walks through life in her own imaginary fashion show, it couldn’t override the discomfort of the spectacle.

Imaginary fashion show?

This is not how the Manolo imagines his daily strut down the runway of life…

Lights! Camera! Topple!

As for the feetwear…

In the industry noted for the dumb conceptual “artistry”, this is one of the dumber examples.

FEB
2007
26

The Awards of the Academy

Manolo says, last night the most super fantastic stars of the Hollywood (with one lamentably neglected exception) turned out for the annual awarding of the Awards of the Academy!

As is customary following such events the Manolo will now provide his comments about those who were in attendence at the gilded event and the parties which surrounded it.

First the hostesss..

The red velveteen leisure suit and the white patent leather shoes? The Ellen really glamed it up, eh?

Señor Pumpkinhead goes formal.

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Taste.

Best Director, General Tom Thumb

It was the big year for the dancing penguins

Casting for the worst romantic comedy ever.

FEB
2007
22

Ready for Clubbing

Manolo says, like the baby seal.

FEB
2007
13

L. Frank Bum

Manolo says, this is very witty, if you are eight.

Sonja Henie is Triple Salchowing in Her Grave

Manolo says, ayyyyy, the figure skaters they are so elegant!

FEB
2007
01

Overall Chic

Manolo says, who can ever forget that brief period in the 1982 and the 1983, when all the cool kids were dressing like the street urchins?

Everyone in the bib overalls and the bad shoes with the damaged hair.

Pray ardently this that this look never comes back.

JAN
2007
19

Fashion Week, Tehran!

Manolo says, once again, it is time for that most exciting date in the Ayatollahs’ fashionista calendar, Fashion Week Tehran!

In the name of Prophet, work it sister!

In the old house in Tehran, that was covered in vines, lived twelve little girls…

The Manolo is now confused, why are the Discalced Carmelites here?

P.S. The previous Fashion Week Tehran

JAN
2007
14

Westwood in Milan 2007

Manolo says, here is the latest from the Vivienne Westwood collection.

Sweet Granny’s Cradigan and Dickies Public Safety Pants Combo.


Post-Punk Fred Flintstone Kilt and Busby.


Topsy-Turvey Double-Barrelled Sweater Boy.

Vivienne Westwood: The Bridal Consultant of Frankenstein.

P.S. Truth in Advertising!

JAN
2007
12

Gem Sweater!

Manolo says, Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

P.S. The Manolo has mentioned this person’s obsession before, noting at the time that her webpage “almost sent the Manolo into the convulsions, as if he were the small Japanese child watching the frenetic episode of the Pokemon.”

P.P.S. Many thanks to the Manolo’s internet friend Joanne for alerting him to this….this…whatever it is.

JAN
2007
04

Her Career

Manolo asks, who died?

DEC
2006
17

Low Point In Male Fashions and Hair Styles

Manolo says, word to the mother.

P.S. Jim Carey!