Manolo says, in honor of the Maestro’s potential entry into the wilds of the blogosphere, the Manolo the Shoeblogger gives you this pair of the sweetly savage Maestro Manolo Blahnik mary jane zebra pumps.
Manolo says, ayyyyyyyy! This is perhaps the most wonderful internet news of all time!!!
FASHION is increasingly turning to the internet for inspiration. Manolo Blahnik has now announced the launch of his website, www.manoloblahnik.com , which he will update regularly with his thoughts, plans and information on store openings, to keep customers in-the-loop with all things feet-chic. “The new site will update Manolo Blahnik aficionados all over the world with his work by highlighting the season’s top shoes and giving an overview of the collection,” says a company spokesperson. The site, which launches this week, will also include a biography of the infamous designer, a comprehensive news section and a listing of all worldwide boutiques. We’ve only got one complaint though, Mr. Blahnik: we can’t snap up your heels online, and we’re hoping this service will be added to the site as soon as possible – so step to it!
When Maestro officially starts his blog, the humble Manolo the Shoeblogger can finally close down his, safe in the knowledge that he has been eclipsed by the superior being.
Manolo says, finally, it has happened! The internet is now complete!
The website of the Maestro Manolo Blahnik has arrived on the interwebs!
Hurry! Go look at it! You will not be disappointed.
Manolo says, here is the heartwarming and amusing story of the young woman’s first pair of the Manolo Blahniks.
When he got back, he took off my Isaac Mizrahi for Target shoe (Hey! It’s bargain basement, but still designed by Isaac Mizrahi, so I wasn’t embarrassed. Much.) and slipped the Manolo on my foot. I felt like motherfrickin’ Cinderella up in that piece!!!! That shoe felt like butter. It conformed to my foot, y’all. Oh. my. God. I actually closed my eyes and had a shoegasm. It was a religious experience. Sarai started talking and Vic actually shushed her because he could see that I was having a moment.
This made the Manolo the Shoeblogger laugh out loud.
P.S. From the Manolo’s internet friend Meimei
Manolo says, one of the Manolo’s dear internet friends has asked him the question.
I have just received an invitation to present a paper in Helsinki this summer at a conference on the laws of war. This means that I shall be the only twenty-something-year-old female in a hall full of big, gruff, snarly, manlymen. Since genetic constitution and chromosomal make-up render it impossible for me to project an image of gruff, snarly, girlitude, I prefer to present myself as both a lover and a fighter. Could you please recommend a pair of show-stopping shoes that would convey this image?
(1) Price and heel altitude are distant seconds to superfantasticness.
(2) I think it’s time for me to buy my first Manolos.
If you decide to post this query, could you please leave my name out? Muchisimas gracias!
With warmest wishes from frosty NYC,
Manolo says, mucho-macho, snarly, gruffy-huffy, law-of-war manly men? In Finland?
Oy, to the Manolo this does not sound like fun. Indeed, it sounds as if the Manolo’s nameless friend is riding out to the annual Mongol Golden Horde company picnic, featuring all the roast badger and curdled mares’ milk you can eat, followed by the spirited game of “Kick the Head”.
In this case, she should do as the Manolo does when forced to participate in the strange native rites, behave as if you were the eccentric 19th century British explorer.
Be polite, be friendly, be sympathetic, but make it clear to the cannibalistic savages, through your dress and your comportment, that you represent the superior culture, one which offers these benighted souls the benefits of indoor plumbing and the afternoon tea.
Thus, when the lawyers of war offer you the drink of honeyed mead in the polished skull of their slain-in-battle senior partner, you must sip politely, and smilingly promise them, in your best Queen’s English, that you will return soon with the Royal Navy gunboat and destroy their God-forsaken way of life.
Of the course, in the meantime, the Manolo’s friend must dress in the manner that shows them that she is the powerful and important person in her own culture, one who must not be trifled with (or, at the least, one who must not be cut up and tossed into the bubbling cauldron of lunch.)
What better way to do this than with the aggressively beautiful shoes?
Here are two classic pairs of the Maestro Manolo Blahnik’s shoes that one should not live without.
Either in the mid-heel or the high-heel, in the dark brown or the black, these shoes are serious enough for the everyday work, and yet, kick-ass enough to quell the native insurrection.
If one truly wishes to leave the savages speachless, however, then the Manolo suggests these slightly less practical pumps from the Christian Louboutain.
Expected reaction: “Ooooooh, shiny! Lawyer Grog think pretty lady in glittery snake shoes have mighty mojo. Must listen attentively to presentation.”
Manolo says, the Maestro Manolo Blahnik (whom we worship with all of our being) has given the typical Blanikian stream-of-the-consciousness interview to the Guardian. Here is the juicy and entertaining except.
You ask if a woman can wear my shoes if she is not blessed with fine ankles? All is not lost! There are tricks to draw the eye; a bow at the ankle to divert the gaze and the cut over the toes. The woman I would refuse is the one who asks for platform shoes. If one of the designers I work with is having a platform-heeled moment, I say no, I just can’t. The platform is the Frankenstein of footwear.
The strangest place I have seen my shoes, well I tell you, once I was in Beijing, at the Ming emperors’ tombs, and you queue, queue, queue to get into the subterranean interlocking vaults and down there, I spotted a young woman, an American, and I said: ‘You’re wearing my pumps!’ I was happy she thought my heels were comfortable for sight-seeing in China. It was pitch dark almost, but of course I could spot my shoes. Mind you, for sightseeing, she had chosen them in off-white, well, a very light beige.
Truly, he is the most delightful of humans!
Manolo says, once again, the Maestro Manolo Blahnik proves why he shall forever and eternity be our hero, he is simply the most witty, gracious, and charming person.
Manolo Blahnik sounds it out.
If he practiced enough, he’d master a Southern drawl someday.
But not today.
“My biggest dream is to talk like a Southern person,” Blahnik says as he settles into a cozy chair at Neiman Marcus in Houston. He blots a trickle of sweat from his face and lets out a faint sigh.
“I need an aspirin. I have a headache,” he says, sweeping his hand across his forehead.
“I was in London on Monday, Atlanta on Tuesday, now Houston. I’m just crazy. I’m 63 years old, you know. I’m no spring chicken!”
On this day, hundreds of women have lined the shoe department at Neiman Marcus to have a moment with the designer. He signs the soles of their shoes, one by one, with pleasure.
“I’m so glad I don’t have high heels on,” he says laughing.
One woman kicks up her black patent-leather ankle boot. “I don’t know why they like this shoe, but they do,” Blahnik said. If anything, he’s without ego and shies from a chance to promote himself or his shoes.
Another woman shows him color photographs of her 80-pair collection.
“Now, that’s far too many shoes for anyone to own,” he said.
He signs the shoe, smiling.
Charm and graciousness, qualities in short supply in the modern world, but which our Maestro has in abundance.
Manolo shouts, Happy Birthday to the Maestro Manolo Blahnik!!!
The maestro di tutti maestri whose miraculous birth occured this day in 1942.
Manolo says, here is the marvelous New York Daily News article on the maestro di tutti maestri, the inimitable Manolo Blahnik.
So when Sofia Coppola needed a designer to re-create the period’s decadent shoes that were handed to the spoiled queen (Kirsten Dunst) on a posh pillow, she called on Blahnik.
Her film, “Marie Antoinette,” opening Oct. 20, is partly based on an Antonia Fraser biography of the queen that takes a particularly sympathetic tack, much like Manolo’s, on the subject.
Movie buff Blahnik started his homework by studying original 18th-century shoes in Paris. The Victoria and Albert museum in London gave him footwear that belonged to the French queen. “So I did some kind of a cross between academic and a little bit of fantasy,” he says.
But then, his shoes – especially the film’s, a collection of candy-colored heels embellished with ribbon and buttons and beads – are a fantasy.
“Indeed, that is the only thing I want to offer to people,” he says. “Of course, I’m like everybody else; I have to do black and brown shoes and a little bit of Mary Janes and satin, but my nature is kind of theatrical, simple and dramatic.”
Yet again, the Maestro proves why he is worthy of our adoration.