Manolo says, At the Manolo’s Pinterest, he has been pinning many pictures of the historical shoes, and so now he wishes to share with you some of the things that have caught his fancy, in this case, the shoes of the Seymour Troy, one of the first famous America fashion shoe designers, famous starting in the 1920s and continuing on through the early 1960s.
The first shoe, above, is this dramatic Seymour Troy button-strap suede pump, dated to the circa 1929. To the Manolo, this shoe looks totally wearable in the present day, and is probably more comfortable than you would imagine.
Here is the Seymour Troy rhinestone pump from 1933, ayyyy! Super fantastic!
Happy Birthday to David Hasselhoff!
On this day in 1952, the magnificent and talented David Hasselhoff was gifted to us by the Divine Artificer, commanded to move from his natural supercelestial home to this transitory sublunar world.
Proof that the Almighty loves us and wishes us to be happy.
The Manolo knows where he will be in August.
How happy it makes the Manolo know that David Hasselhoff is still comfortable in his celebrity, for let us not forget, five years ago, the Manolo was named the Hasselhoff’s greatest internet fan, the Number 1 Hoffster!
On this auspicious date, the Manolo will briefly revive one of his most popular series: Readings from the Book of Hasselhoff…
N.B. Psychologists have proven what we already know, shoes tell us much about the wearer…
The Mix N. 6 Ariel Sandal, $44.95
Manolo says, you love it that your mother named you after one of the Disney princesses, well not really a princess, but a mermaid who becomes a princess, which is way more cooler, because it’s a like a transformation, and transformations are good, right? Unless you become a werewolf, like Jacob, then that would be bad, because you’re totally Team Edward.
Do you want to hear like the funniest thing, ever?
Your best friend from grade school was this Hispanic girl named Belle, which was totally hilarious because it’s from Beauty and the Beast. You were like the two Disney princesses in together in one class.
But then when you got into seventh grade, and you sort of drifted apart, kinda like how that happens all the time. And when Belle invited you to her quinceañera, you didn’t go, because you really didn’t know anyone there, except these two Mexican girls who were in you homeroom class, and this boy, Arturo, whose locker was next to yours.
But, hey, that’s cool, right? People grow, and change. Transformation, right?
Speaking of transformation, you just landed this really great job down at the Aéropostale at the Plaza. The pay is not the greatest, but you totally get a discount on everything in the store, and the manager says they’ll work around your class schedule at Citrus when you start there in the fall. (You’re not looking forward to that, but Mom says you have to, that you can’t go through life with just a high school diploma, because you won’t get anywhere with that.)
Transformation, right? Mom’s big on transformation.
P.S. Many thanks to the Manolo’s internet friend Amber for suggesting this shoe for the Shoe Personalities.
Manolo says, here is the Tonie from Elie Tahari, the dramatic high-heeled evening sandal that is guaranteed to make any entrance grand, and look! It is on the sale, 70% off of the regular price! The savings of more than $350!
Manolo says, here are the few links which may provide some entertainment…
So is it weird that as fashion blogs grow, they’re beginning to resemble the traditional print magazines they’re supposedly supplanting?
Get yourself in the middle of the catwalk photographers. They’re big, they’re angry, and they’ll wait for nobody. When they move, you move.
At the time I was less struck by the cranky, casual bigotry of the statement (a great deal of Vonnegut’s advice sounds as if it was rasped between grandfatherly coughing fits) than by the thrilling starkness of the prohibition.
Manolo says, the other day, on the Facebook, the Manolo was complaining about the samey-sameness of most of the stylebloggers.
The Manolo must have looked at 20,000 style blogs over the past few days, some of them exceedingly popular, and all of them featuring the same clothes, the same poses, the same washed-out, overexposed style of photography.
Time for the change!
The Manolo decrees: the washed-out style photos are all washed up. Color is the new black!
Out = Identical style bloggers all obsessed with being part of the in crowd
In = Crazy girls who throw on the clothes they love and dare you to criticize them!
Above all else, what agitated the Manolo was the ubiquity of the washed-out, vintage-looking photos, photos that use the Instagram filter to excess, in every possible case.
To which the Manolo says, Death to the Instagram filter!
Happily, however, the trend appears to be abating. How does the Manolo know this? The latest Madonna video, “Turn Up The Radio,” …
P.S. No need to watch the entire tiresome affair. You will get the idea after the first ten seconds: Madonna suffers from soul-wrenching ennui, which she cures with random casual sex and bad pop music played loudly.
Manolo says, it is Monday, the first day of the new week of laboring, and already you are less than gruntled with your coworkers, one of whom is the unknown sneak-thief, the others of whom do not take the on-going threat of sneak-thievery seriously.
Earlier, when you took your mid-morning break, you discovered that someone had purloined your fruit-on-the-bottom yoghurt from the refrigerator in the break room. Normally, such things would roll off your back as the water does from the duck boots, but this, outrageously, was the third time in the past month that something similar has happened. First it was the crackers from the Trader Joes, you know the ones with the rosemary and raisins, and then, two weeks ago, it was (do not laugh) your stapler which disappeared from your desk and has yet to resurface.
Unfortunately, the few minutes ago, when you expressed your outrage to your best office pal, Julia, her reply was less than helpful.
“Forget it, it’s Chinatown,” she said.
Which, while true, did not assuage your burning ire. You had clearly placed the sticky note with your name written on it, on that cherry yoghurt. And so, when you went to have your little snack the few minutes ago, and discovered no yoghurt and the note stuck to the jar of ancient pickle relish (which office archeology has dated to the early Rummelkin Dynasty), you almost blew the gasket.
Your brief investigation in the break room turned up no evidence of foul play, no empty yoghurt carton in the trash can, no cherry bestained spoons in the sink.
This has only strengthened your desire to solve this heinous crime, to crack this case wide open and bring the unknown perp to justice. Indeed, your head is filled with the million-billion plans for exacting revenge, each more improbable and offensive than the last, each more likely to result in your summary dismissal from employment.
Manolo says, what is needed now is to take the little breath, calm down, relax.
So, hunger impelled one of your coworkers to take your yoghurt.
If any of them had asked, would you not have given that yoghurt to even the worst of them? Consider it the act of laudable generosity, and console yourself with shoes!
Here is the Vara Patent Leather Kitten Heel Pump from Salvatore Ferragamo, the perfect example of its type; the Platonic, red kitten heel of your dreams.
Who has time for trivial things like missing yoghurt when such shoes exist!
Manolo says, the Manolo loves this 19th century work, described as the “Worst (and possibly funniest) book on acting ever written.
Lessons in Acting was first published in 1889 by Albert Webster Edgerly, under his customary pen-name, “Edmund Shaftesbury”. It’s an attempt to teach acting by someone hopelessly unqualified for the task. And it’s hilarious.
And indeed it is most hilarious…
RULE 31—Passionate kissing. This should never be hurried, unless many repetitions are given. The lover puts his arm (the arm nearest the lady), about her shoulders, obliquely down the back and under her arm a little higher than the waist. His other arm encircles her waist. Her hand (the one farthest from him) is about his neck. Her head falls back upon his shoulder, the face being upturned to his, and the mouth ready. If the love and passion are REAL, he does not kiss often, but long. He approaches her rosy lips with gentleness, yet firmness, and the kiss has no force of contact but pressure in its continuance. It is not necessary to practice this much.
And the illustrations are delightful.
More of these marvelously ridiculous lessons may be sampled at the website devoted to the book.
Manolo says, here are the few links from the Manolo’s Web Snob friends…
Second City Style noticed the designers who built collections around dynamic sources of vintage inspiration in Putting The Retro Back In Resort.
Stiletto Jungle counts down the 5 best natural SPF moisturizers for summer.
Allie is Wired takes a look at Lady Gaga’s Pinterest-lookalike social network fan site.
StyleBakery shops for bold summer jewelry under $50
The Beauty Stop spotlights Jacky O’Shaughnessy, American Apparel’s new 61-year-old model.
Manolo says, the Manolo loves this platform sandal from the brilliant Tabitha Stevens for its playful details and bold shape. But he recognizes that it is perhaps not for everyone, thus the question: Would you wear it?