Manolo says, at 45% off of the regular price, it would be foolish to pass up these thoroughly practical, thoroughly handsome loafers, the Olympia from the Kate Spade New York. These could easily become one of the staples of your workaday wardrobe.
Manolo says, no, these are not the clever fake, these are the Jeremy Scott x Adidas Roundhouse Mid “Handcuffs” sneakers, priced at $350.
And yes, the symbolism of the basketball shoe with the make-believe leg shackles has not be lost upon many outside of the world of fashion designers.
Adidas has sparked outrage and been accused of ‘promoting slavery’ by creating a new pair of trainers which have bright orange ‘shackles’ that fit around the wearer’s ankles.
The clothing giant is under fire for its August scheduled release of the JS Roundhouse Mids, which many have compared to the devices worn by black slaves in 19th Century America.
The seemingly innocent promotional material, uploaded to Facebook earlier this month, asks: ‘Got a sneaker game so hot you lock your kicks to your ankles?’
But the shoes have sparked angry debate online, with many saying there is a more cynical tone to the advertisement.
More than 2,000 people have labelled the design ‘offensive’ and ‘ignorant’ and say the firm has ‘sunk to new lows’ in its ‘slavewear’ product.
Dr Boyce Watkins, writing for Your Black World, said: “Shackles. The stuff that our ancestors wore for 400 years while experiencing the most horrific atrocities imaginable.
“Most of which were never documented in the history books and kept away from you in the educational system, all so you’d be willing to put shackles on your ankles today and not be so sensitive about it.”
Sadly, people in the fashion industry–fashion designers, promoters, and publicists–are not known for their keen knowledge of history, and thus this sort of thing seems to happen with depressing regularity.
Although, rarely do these transgressions involve such aggressive stupidity…
Manolo says, here are the few things which may amuse…
Whether it’s a delicate buckle or a stronger strap hugging your ankles, it’s a surprisingly sexy look—dressed up or down
When you look at that impossibly proportioned Edwardian gown, don’t you wonder how tiny that waistband actually is? I know I do!
Now 30, Mr. Cohen has staked out a turf in the blogosphere that is distinctly his own, politely stalking voguish ladies of a certain age just because he can. They inspire him, he said, with their startling freedom and poise.
It is Monday, and you are back at your desk eagerly awaiting your two weeks of vacation, which you are certain will arrive….any….minute…..nooooooooooow.
Actually, the vacation of the summer, it is still three weeks away, but you are so eager for it that you can hardly contain your visible impatience with your coworkers at the InEmTechCo, Inc.
For the example, just this morning you came that close (holding fingers one micron apart) to almost telling off Angry Anna the IT Girl, which would have been very bad indeed, as it is Angry Anna who must summoned when something goes wrong on your floor.
But, you restrained yourself, although your were mightily provoked, and now you are back sitting in your chair staring at the wall calendar of hunky firemen you keep stashed in your desk drawer, onto which you have marked with the big red “X’s” each passing day.
The saddest thing of all, is that you really don’t have that much planned for your two weeks off; partly the staycation, partly the few days at the beach. Nothing spectacular, like WhatzHerName in Accounting, who is still dining (lunching) out on her trip to Angor Wat two years ago.
Fat chance getting Gary to go to Angor Wat!
“Argentina, Babe. For the steak,” he said, when you asked where he wanted to go when you finally won the lottery, “Or Mike Ditka’s in Chicago, ditto.”
Look! Here is something that will make you put Mr. Fireman June back into his desk drawer, shoes!
The gorgeous, deep-purple, Satin Sandals from Roberto Cavalli!
Manolo says, here is is the little disco reward for your late night devotion to the blog of the Manolo: the glittery platform pumps from the super fantastic from Jerome C. Rousseau, which they are marked down nearly 50%!
N.B. Manolo says, because psychologists have proven what we already know, that shoes reflect the traits of those who wear them, the Manolo challenged his internet friends to say what sort of people would wear three different shoes. This shoe below is the third of three.
The Ronnie Men’s Boot from Jeffery-West, selling for the $545.
Your name is not Sergio, but you wish it were. Your real name is Barry. You are 34 years old, and during the weekdays you work as the limo driver, taking businessmen back and forth to the LaGuardia and the JFK.
You live in Queens, with your widowed mother, the 74-year-old, would-be cat hoarder, who collects Madame Alexander dolls and suffers from the mild case of OCD. You would move out and get your own place, but as the only child you’re “all she’s got, know what I mean?”
Happily, your life is not all limo trips and repeatedly making sure the stove has been turned off.
On the Saturday nights you like to jam yourself into your pair of the too-small Armani Exchange jeans, and head downtown, to hit the clubs…although, over the past few months, your increasing inability to get past the doormen has almost not made it worth going. “Hey, back behind the rope, champ.”
Her shoes were the newest thing in footwear (Edy Boardman prided herself that she was very petite but she never had a foot like Gerty MacDowell, a five, and never would ash, oak or elm) with patent toecaps and just one smart buckle at her higharched instep.
Bloomsday, we are informed, was June 16th, 1904, thus we wonder, what sort of shoes might our Gerty MacDowell have been wearing?
From 1905, these dainty, pumps give you the idea of what was the fancy fashion at that moment.
More work-a-day, from the same period, is this 1905 advertisement below for the Sorosis Safe Shoe.
Notice the patent toe cap.
Manolo says, it is the TGI Friday. Time to cut loose, cut up, and cut out early from the place of employment, the better to get home to tart yourself up for the fantastic night of Friday evening fun.
But first, before you leave the desk, one last look at what the Shoebloggering Manolo is up to, because, the Lord knows, when you get home you will not have the time to look at the computer, what with all of the demands placed upon you by your extensive regime de toilette. (Ayyy! Just getting into the foundation garments will take the half hour.)
And so, to send your on your way, here is what the Manolo has planned for your weekend…
The Troisronds Leather and Chain Platform Sandals from the Christian Louboutin.
Imagine how much more super fantastic your Friday night would be with these on your feets!
Manolo says, here are the few things to amuse and entertain…
I liketa died. This isn’t a formal place but there’s a difference between laid-back professional and going The Full McConaughey. I wonder what they thought about what message they were sending by arriving in their Bonnaroo best.My guess is they didn’t think at all.
(Words of wisdom. You must read the whole thing.)
Is this the world’s ugliest shoe?
(The Manolo says, no, it is not.)
Mr. Arenella tries to recreate the Jazz Age in his life through his music, clothes and home surroundings.
(Of this, the Manolo thoroughly approves.)
Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
Wednesday I was informed that I have been accepted to study naturopathic medicine. I do have at least one quandary unrelated to how on earth I will afford the tuition: I want to rock the scrubs I will wear with some killer shoes. These shoes must be pretty and practical, comfortable and able to withstand a dissection lab, but also inexpensive enough for my now-medical-student budget. What do you suggest?
Manolo says, what does the Manolo suggest to the new medical student who wishes to remain sartorially splendid while cutting into the corpses?
Frankly, this is the sort of question that has never crossed the mind of the Manolo, what does one wear to the dissection laboratory? Celine? Gucci? If one wishes to be outrageously lighthearted, maybe the JC de Castelbajac? Although perhaps the best choice would be the Gareth Pugh, if only for the effect it will produce in the other anatomy students.
Of the course, this point is moot, because aspiring doctors no longer wear decent clothing underneath their lab coats, but rather choose to dress themselves in the wholly functional, wholly drab, wholly shapeless scrubs, the sort of pajama-looking thingy favored by mental patients everywhere. And yet, as the Manolo’s friend has rightly noted, there is still room for expression below the ankles, in the choice of shoes.
Here is the Callie from Hive & Honey, the reasonably priced boot that will look great under the scrubs, or the jeans after class is over. Just what the fashion doctor, ordered.
Manolo says, here is most super fantastic bargain, the hotty-hot, with-it, cork sandal, the Cleva from Donald Pliner. It is reduced 75% from the usual price! The savings of nearly $300 of the American dollars!