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%!
Manolo says, the Manolo politely reminds you that he maintains the online presence on several of the most modern social media platforms. For the example…
The Manolo would take is as the great favor if you were to “like” his humble shoe blog on the Facebook.
Likewise, the Manolo shares some of his more ephemeral thoughts through out the day at his Twitter feed, to which you may wish to subscribe.
As you may have noticed, the Manolo has returned to posting more frequently, likewise, the Manolo is working to revive his moribund Super Fantastic Newsletter, which he hopes will eventually send out the weekly news about the Manolo, together with coupons, bargains, announcements, and contests. Naturally, the Manolo would be enormously pleased if you would consider subscribing to these email updates.
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, wah?
This international competition has made the noise of momentum, too, but just where it is heading is hard to predict. Will it become a sport recognized on the Olympic stage as Rajashree Choudhury, the founder of USA Yoga and the International Yoga Sports Federation, hopes? Or is it destined to remain a quirky transplant from India practiced by an exclusive set of Bikram yogis?
The event was held at the LAX Radisson, where the mirrored ballroom became a competitive yoga stadium and runway-like hallways morphed into warm-up rooms for yogis. Onstage, a garland-draped image of Bishnu Ghosh, Bikram’s guru, looked on while seven judges sat with pencils raised, critiquing the routines.
“The quality of the athletes has evolved tremendously,” said Jon Gans, an organizer and former judge of the event. “Postures, like peacock, that seemed to be a pinnacle pose the first year would now seem normal.”
Perhaps the Manolo, who would rather be run over by the Anna Wintour’s town car than put on the yoga pants, is unclear on the concept, but is not the yoga supposed to be the somewhat meditative practice?
Query: If yoga is now the competitive sport, what is the only proper way to introduce the contestants?
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!
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 second of three.
The Birki’s Super Birki White Flower Clogs.
Your name is Joyce, and you are the grandmother of three wonderful “grandbabies”, named Tyler, Braxton, and Kody, by your daughter Linda, the stay-at-home mom/part-time beauty consultant. (Your son, the disappointing Jerry, has not yet settled down at 38, the life of the beer truck driver apparently being unconducive to long term relationships.)
You and your husband Ron are both recently retired. You from 30 years as the relief school bus driver, Ron after 36 years down at the waste treatment facility, where he ended his career as the assistant supervisor.
Now you are ready to really live!
To that end you have purchased the lightly-used, 32 foot, Fleetwood Motorhome which you plan on using to tour this great nation of ours, from the sea to the shining sea! Just you and Ron, and your two Pekinese, Lucy and Ricky.
People do not generally know this about you, but you have the wild-child side, which sadly, now mostly expresses itself in the dishes you take to the potluck church socials, dishes such as Chickpea and Roasted Pepper Salad, and Tater Tot à la Bankok.