Manolo says, here is the article that it sounds too ridiculous to be true.
My name is Aime Palmer, and I am a sucker for wholesale goods. Sam’s Club is my mecca — but not just for those fab mini quiches and the fresh salsa I serve at every other party.
My Waterford crystal? Sam’s. My Stag’s Leap Merlot? Sam’s. My Prada wallet? Sam’s.
They also generally carry Fendi and Prada handbags and small goods, Gucci and Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses, Ferragamo and Dooney & Bourke accessories and designer fragrances (not to mention loads of bling bling) at prices seriously lower than department stores.
My Prada wallet? $154. Not very frugal, I know. But -ista in my dictionary means getting it for more than $50 less than average department store prices, a phenomenon that makes me all warm and tingly inside.
Manolo shouts, Ayyyyyyyy! The Apocalypse, she is upon us!
Manolo says, here is the sound advice about shopping for the clothes if you are in the Los Angeles. The Manolo, he knows the LA and the Santa Monica and the Malibu well, and he can attest that many of these shops, they are indeed super fantastic.
For those who know the fashion in the LA, one of the most important street it is not the Rodeo Drive, but the La Brea, which is where you will find many of the good shops, especially the Diavolina for the shoes, one of the Manolo’s favorites.
Another of the good streets for the shopping (and the looking at the stars of the Hollywood) is the Montana in the Santa Monica.
By the way, among the many people whom the Manolo counts as the internet friends are the peoples who run this new business of genius, one which would be useful if you are in the Los Angeles for the shopping.
Manolo says, the visual wit of these shoes, purchased by one of the Manolo’s many internet friends in the Singapore, it has made the made the Manolo laugh out loud with the joy. They are indeed super fantastic!
Manolo says, many of the Manolo’s internet friends they have been sending the Manolo the letters asking about The Crocs, which they are apparently, the “hot” trend in the footwear for the lazy person.
The Crocs people they seem to belive that the womens and the mens they deserve the exact same shoe.
Perhaps, this it will be true in the socialist utopia of the future when the differences between the genders they have been eliminated by the selective breeding, but not yet. We, happily, still live in the world where the shoes for the man and the shoe for the woman they are different.
Yet, in the fact, the Crocs people they are not only stubborn in their misguided insistance on leveling the differences between the sexes, but they are stubborn in their unstylishness.
These they are indeed the shoes of a hypothetical distopian future, one in which the inmates they must be dressed in the footwear least likely to be useful in the popular uprising against the regime.
Yes, the defenders of the Crocs they will speak, as the defenders of the ugly often do, of the great comfort of this “shoe”. Manolo asks you, why must the “comfort” always be the war cry of those who would lead us into the bad shoes?
Manolo says, comfort and style they are not incompatable, one does not obviate the other.
Finally, the defenders of the Crocs they will tell you that the Crocs they cost only $35, which seems cheap, until one realizes that they are manufactured out of the plastic rings used to hold the packs of six. Not the good value at half the price.
For these reasons, the Manolo he has consigned the Crocs to the Gallery of the Horrors
P.S. Here is someone who differs with the Manolo on the matter of the Crocs.
Manolo says, fashion by Emmett Kelly
Now for the serious moment. This look it puzzles the Manolo. What is its purpose? What is the designer of this hoping to say? Is it, as is so much of the conceptual fashion, the sad, desperate cry for the attention? The tears of the clown, so to speak?
And if it is the attempt for the attention, why is this model’s frock so perfectly Soviet Lunch Lady utilitarian? Why is the face paint of the clown not matched with the clothes that are more outrageous.
This it is the failure on all counts, except that of bringing ridicule onto the head of the designer, DaviDelfin. Judge for yourself, here are more of the pictures.
Manolo says, look at this picture, at these poor Cuban women who must stand outside the glass looking at the shoes they cannot buy!
This man Castro, he makes the Manolo angry because he denies to the Cuban peoples who do not have the American dollars the right to buy the super fantastic shoes!
Yes, it is true, the Manolo he is the running capitalist pig-dog. He loves the Capitalism and how the market it delivers the beautiful goods to the peoples, and how it makes the work of the good designers valuable. Manolo loves this like he loves his own dear sainted Granny.
Beautiful shoes for everyone! Death to the tyrant who would deny the peoples the beautiful shoes! This it is the political philosophy of the Manolo.
Manolo says, it is no secret that the Manolo, before the Manolo he bacame the super fantastic shoe blogger, he was the poor boy, so poor that the Manolo he was forced to fashion his own super fantastic shoes out of the vegtable rinds and milk cartons.
For the Manolo of those days gone, the only of the joys they were to be found in the making of the shoes and in the dreaming of the stars of the Hollywood, especially the David Hasselhoff of the Knight Rider.
At night, after the hard day of the poverty, the Manolo he would lay in the dark of his cold, dirty apartment, listening to the rats scurrying, and dreaming that the Manolo he would be rescued by the eccentric billionaire industrialist, who would give the Manolo his own super fantastic KITT Trans Am, one that could use the many features to help the Manolo in the making of the super fantastic shoes.
Together, the Manolo and his car, they would defeat the forces of the evil (who in those days were wearing of the Birkenstocks.)
Today, the Manolo he will never forgotten those dark days of the past when the twin demons of the poverty and the hunger they stalked the Manolo on their pale horses.
This it is why the Manolo he will always love the Hasselhoff, and why he will always love the movies and the television because they–and the shoes–they were the only things that kept the Manolo from falling into the despair.
Likewise, the Manolo he will always love the Daniel Day Lewis, even when he insists on dressing like the eccentric artiste, in the bizarre formal wear of his own misguided device.
The Manolo he will always love the Daniel Day Lewis because as the actor, he, like the Hasselhoff, is the genius. Ever better, unlike any of the other stars of the Hollywood, the Day Lewis, he truly and deeply loves the shoes.
By the way, has the Manolo mentioned that he is working on the screenplay for the Daniel Day Lewis?
The story it is about a super fantastic shoe designer who, together with his super fantastic car, a black Trans Am, designs the most super fantastic shoes the world has ever seen. The shoes, they are stolen by an evil super villian, Blagerfeld, who trys to use the super fantastic shoes to take over the world. The shoe designer, he and his car, they must get the shoes back before it is too late.
It is, of the course, an action picture of the buddies.
In the opinion of the Manolo, this movie is should be directed by the Baz, and star the Daniel Day Lewis. Him or the Russell Crowe.