Manolo says, the Manolo is not only the big fan of this embellished ballet flat from the Calvin Klein, he also the admirer of the designer’s savvy marketing decision to jump upon the celebrity baby-naming bandwagon before it leaves the station. Look soon for the Apple, the Brooklyn, the Shiloh Nouvel, and the Moxie Crimefighter.
Manolo says, one of the Manolo’s internet friends has asked the Manolo the question.
Dear Manolo,
I just had foot surgery, and i am going to have it on my other foot soon, i need a cute pair of flats that are comfortable, stylish, and most importantly wont break my bank account!
Pam
Ayyyyy! You have the Manolo’s wishes for the speediest of recoveries!
As for the shoes, the Manolo has been pleased by the latest flats from the BCBGirls. Here are two which may serve your purposes.
Even with the bandages on your bunions, you would still look good in these. And since they are selling for under $100 of the American dollars, your pocketbook would also not be in pain.
Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
Dear Manolo,My husband tells me that we must attend an important business dinner later this month. My problem is that I’m seven months pregnant, my feet have swollen beyond all measure, and I’ve developed “cankles”. I’m desperate. Please help.
Trudy
Manolo says, the Manolo can only imagine how terrible it must be to be the pregnant woman suffering through the concentrated misery that is the Washington August; the heat, the humidity, the knowledge that the congress peoples will eventually return from their summer vacations. Ayyyyyy!
Worse, the Manolo has noticed that many well-intentioned people now mistakenly believe that the proper way to greet the pregnant lady is with the words “My God, you’ve gotten as big as the house!”
Such rude people should be gently chided and corrected, perhaps with the speeding Metro bus.
And so the Manolo, sympathizes with his pregnant lady friends, and devoutly wishes that he were rich enough to hire air-conditioned sedan chairs for all of them, so that they might be transported from place to place in style.
Look here is the Slipper by Stuart Weitzman, the simple, elegant point-toed flat, the shoe which will be comfortable without calling undue attention to your temporary problem areas.
Manolo says, in honor of the Manolo’s recent visit to the too precious for words Carmel, the Manolo presents to you these delightful woven leather skimmers by the BCBG Max Azria which bear the name of the Carmel.
These would be suitable for wandering through the fairy-tale streets, looking for your own Clint Eastwood/Prince Charming.
Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
Dear Manolo,
I’ve seeing a lot of young women wearing short-short sundresses, big-big sunglasses, and heavy boots. What do you think of this look?
Maya
Manolo says, the Manolo’s friend is referring to the I-am-going-to-Promises-right-after-my-next-arrest look, made current by the young but famous slatterns of the popular gossip press.
Naturally, to achieve the full effect you must be wearing no foundation garments below, and you must have in the one hand the designer “It” bag, and in the other the jumbo soy latte frappuccino with extra vodka.
Of course, anything worn by the troubled starlets becomes the mania among the impressionable young women and those who emulate them, which in Los Angeles includes the 51-year-old ex-wives of Hollywood producers.
The Manolo says, do not be these women. Do not imitate the styles of these young flibberty-jibbets. Be your own style icon.
Look here is the Kaffir from the Maxstudio, the golden strappy sandal that would make the average Hollywood hotty spill her Starbucks in envy.
Manolo says, here for your Tuesday morning viewing pleasure is something pink, and flirty, and summery from the Hollywould.
Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
Dear Manolo,In two weeks I’m heading to Los Angeles for a vacation: the beach, Disneyland, Hollywood, the whole thing. My husband has promised me dinner at the Ivy. What should I wear?
Erin
Manolo says, Los Angeles is the only place in the world where you will see the man in the faded board shorts, dirty t-shirt, and the flip-flops getting behind the wheel of the $180,000 Bentley automobile. In the seat next to him is the flashy and artificially enhanced young woman in the giant Dior sunglasses, the Chloe minidress, and the bling-covered Roberto Cavalli high-heeled sandals.
Do not be this couple. Do not drink the Hollywood kool-aid.
The Manolo recommends dressing up somewhat for dinner at the Ivy. This season in Los Angeles it is the slightly-above-the-knee, pretty, white dresses, fancy clutches, and flat sandals.
Here is the Xanadu by Report, the sophisticated and minimalist silver flat sandal that will not leave the paparazzi thinking you are the third Hilton sister.
Manolo says, here from the French Sole is the oddly named Hip-Hop.
It is pretty and school-girly, charmingly feminine and prim, with its pleated vamp and crisp white color. It reminds the Manolo of the freshly laundered cotton shirt.
But, “Hip-Hop”?
Sometimes the Manolo wonders what goes through the brains of the shoe designers and their marketing peoples.
Manolo says, this summer the Manolo has been especially enjoying the casual flat sandals from Moschino (see here and here) which combine the elements of whimsy and style in the delightful ways.
Here is another of the charming sandals, this one with the pretty flowers.
