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On the one of the hands, this Quentin Tarantino movie, the Inglourious Basterds is the loathsome and pernicious celebration of fantasy violence. On the other of the hands, it is very entertaining.

Manolo says, oh how the Manolo wishes he were rich enough to afford his own John Galliano Lawn Jockey!

Rather, you are suffering because you ate too much of your neighbor’s infamous “Super Bowl Sunday Nachos”, the dish which involves five pounds of corn chips, two pounds of shredded pork carnitas, the jumbo can of sliced jalapeños, and the entire block of Velveeta “Cheese”, melted and jumbled together with assorted ornamental and condimental foodstuffs which are best forgotten.

Of the course, the whole time you were shoveling these into your mouth, during the first and second quarters of the game, you knew you should have stopped at none, but you couldn’t because they were delicious in that greasy, tasty way that the most horrible foods usually are.

And now, today, you are paying the price.

But, no worries, for you have resolved to go to the gym straight after work, where you will jog on the treadmill for five minutes before hitting the sauna for the good, long steambath.

Look! Striking Elizabeth and James Beaded Peep-Toe Slingbacks.

Perhaps not the cure for your tummy, but certainly the salve for your shoe-loving soul.

Stupid rain.

‘Absolutely! I’m not going to lie. But no pain, no gain, as they say. I don’t mind. I will suffer.

#15…Rupert Grint, Rich Man.

Manolo says, the Manolo admits to having had the mostly blah reaction to the recent rise of the ankle-bootie-sandal trend. Perhaps this is because the Manolo had not yet seen these spectacular Jimmy Choo Embellished Ankle Wrap Sandals!

Are they shoes? Are they booties? Are they sandals? Who cares! They are gorgeously super fantastic!

Dear Manolo,

Prom is approaching, and I’m currently looking for a pair of shoes to fit my wide feet. I’m having the worst time trying to find wide shoes that are HOT. I don’t want to look like a frumpy old lady at my prom now do I? Please help!

Christina

Manolo says, ayyyy! How well the Manolo remembers his own prom, the event which in hindsight should best be forgotten. Sadly, the memory of the the Manolo standing alone outside the gymnasium, dressed in his Edwardian finery, glumly making the sarcastic comments about the other students to no one in particular, is forever etched in his brain.

However, just because the Manolo suffered the prom-based psychic disaster does not mean that others should not have the bestest time ever, with their fancy gowns, rented electric blue tuxedos, and stretch Hummer limousines, which will ferry them from the Olive Garden to the gym. Once there, they will shake their groove thang to the latest dance craze, be it the Soldier Boy, or the Hustle, or the Watusi, or the Charleston.

Unfortunately, the Manolo’s high school friend has just learned one of life’s painful little lessons: wide feet and sexy hot shoes, like oil and water, do not readily mix, at least not at the decent price.

Here is the Elegant from the Annie, the very reasonably priced, moderately HOT, satin dress sandal that goes up to the EE size.

Manolo says, behold! Beautiful and unusual platform sandals from Burberry in the handsome dark nickel color, but that name? What does it mean? Tonal…Check…Perspex?

It sounds less like something you would wear on your feets and more like the DARPA super secret squirrel project.

Manolo says, in perhaps the saddest and most unexpectedest news since the Fall of Rome, the timeless romance of the ageless pop-goddess Madonna and her one true love, Brazilian philosopher and savant, Jesus Luz, has come to the close.

“Travels through Italy led me to Venice and an obsession started to attach glass to a shoe,” Fabrizio says.

By placing Lagerfeld on an inexplicable red platform, the confused artist adds either an ominous neo-fascist tonality or suggests that Lagerfeld is a space alien standing on the transporter that beamed him down from the mothership.

Evolving Influence