Her Majesty’s A Pretty Nice Girl

Queen Elizabeth, the New Look, 1954

Manolo says, here, from the Vanity Fair photo retrospective of Elizabethan hats, comes the most shocking photo ever of Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II.

It is 1954, and in Australia for one, brief, glorious moment, the Queen is perfectly au courant. She is not the redoubtable, middle-class matron who visits hospitals and endures the antics of her louche children, but rather the stunningly-attired, 28-year-old, semi-hotty.

Everything about this is exactly perfect, from the hat to the shoes, from the gloves to the lace. This is the example of how the woman who has not been granted great beauty, can none-the-less become mesmerizing through the use of beautiful clothing and proper carriage.

Roberto Cavalli Satin Sandals for the Monday

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!

Roberto Cavalli Satin Sandal Pumps

The gorgeous, deep-purple, Satin Sandals from Roberto Cavalli!

Inspiration

Scrubbing Bubbles

The Inspiration

Manolo says, The Muses sometimes speak to us in strange ways.

Happy Fathers Day!

A. Testoni Cap Toe Lace Up Oxford

Manolo says, to all of the Fathers, Dads, Pops, and Pas, the Manolo wishes you the happiest of the Father’s Days!

Manolo’s Late Night Bargain: Jerome C. Rousseau Glitter Platform Pumps

Jerome C Rousseau Platform Glitter Pumps

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 Social Media

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…

Manolo's Shoe Blog on Facebook

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.

Additionally, the Manolo sometimes fiddles around with the Tumblr thingy and the Pinterest whatzit, pinning the pictures and tumbling the quotations that capture his fancy.

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.

Shoe Personalities: Ronnie Boot from Jeffery-West

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.

Number 3:
The Ronnie Men’s Boot from Jeffery-West, selling for the $545.

Jeffrey-West Ronnie Boot

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.”

Happy Bloomsday!

Manolo quotes,

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?

Shoes 1905

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.

Sorois Safe Shoes, 1905

Notice the patent toe cap.

Christian Louboutin Troisronds Platform Sandals for the Weekend

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…

Troisronds Leather and Chain Platform Sandals from Christian Louboutin

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’s Friday Miscellany

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.)
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Is this the world’s ugliest shoe?
(The Manolo says, no, it is not.)
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Mr. Arenella tries to recreate the Jazz Age in his life through his music, clothes and home surroundings.
(Of this, the Manolo thoroughly approves.)

Things that Confuse the Manolo: Competitive Yoga

Unclear on the Concept: World Championship Yoga

Can you smell what the Downward Dog is cooking?

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?

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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?

Answer….

Manolo the Columnist: Callie from Hive & Honey

Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.

Dear Manolo,

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?

Sarah

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.

Callie Ankle Boot from Hive and Honey