Manolo’s Shoe Blog

Manolo says, ayyyyyyyy! The charming Alber Elbaz has been co-opted by the pure evil!

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

Dear Manolo,

I am a girl bogged down by stress! This weekend I will take my veterinary specialty boards- a task enough to drive the best of us to drink. Shortly after that I’m moving to fabulous San Francisco to start my new job.

I need a pair of shoes to celebrate. Something funky and fabulous, that fits my new bohemian city, but comfy enough for a twelve hour day on the clinic floor. Sadly, I am cursed with wide feet and calves- which can make my love affair with shoes a tortured one. Can you help me?

Carrie

Manolo says, Ayyyy! Congratulations to the Manolo’s friend Carrie who has achieved the first part of every 10-year-old girl’s dream life, (the second part of which may best be described as “Professional Equestrian and Prima Ballerina Married to Zach Efron”).

Naturally, anyone who has achieved such success after one of the most grueling and intense courses of study deserves the reward, and nothing says “I honor my own accomplishments” quite like the fabulous and vaguely bohemian-ish pair of comfort shoes.

Look, here are the suede mary-janes from Kumfs, the semi-funky brand of wide-width shoes from New Zealand, which is near Australia, so you know they must be good!

Manolo asked, whose shoes?

Manolo answers, it is the lovely Amy Adams!

Congratulations to the Manolo’s internet friend Bernie who was the first and only person to correctly identify this week’s celebrity feets.

Manolo says, the erudite Mr. Henry tells us all the history of the noble caper.

Manolo asks, whose shoes?

Manolo says, this week, our friend Spirit Fingers invites us to identify the Fashionable First Ladies.

Manolo says, the giant shoe from the Philippines?

You may be certain that at this very moment the Chinese are working on their response.

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

Dear Manolo,

I’m in love. Well, moderately infatuated really, but the object of my desire has no idea I like him. I’m planning on telling him soon, but I am scared (and am too young to purchase liquid courage), and I need help. I feel that shoes that are cute, flirty, and comfortable in case I need to run away and cry in a bathroom after possible rejection could be the answer. Can you point me in the right direction?

Elizabeth

Manolo says, as the immortal, if somewhat tone deaf, Tab Hunter sang in his 1957 smash hit, “They say for every boy and girl, there’s just one love in this whole world, and I know I’ve found mine…Young Love. First Love.”

Frankly, the Manolo prefers the 1959 Connie Francis version of this song, as the lyrics, “just one kiss from your sweet lips, will tell me that your love is real,” are immensely more poignant when sung by the female, thus capturing as they do the exact difficulty of being the romantic young woman in modern world.

On the one of the hands, the modern young women of feeling is now sometimes required to tell that big lunk with the baseball cap on backwards exactly how she feels. And yet, on the other of the hands, the result may be disappointment, or, to quote Connie Francis again, “Stupid Cupid, you’re a real mean guy.”

Look, here are the Demara from BCBGirls, the strappy platform sandal in the lovely rose color.

Manolo says, the Manolo has just received this very sad email from the sister of his internet friend The Debutaunt.

Dearest Manolo,

Alas, I must share news that is sad. Your internet friend, The Debutaunt, recently lost her battle against leukemia.

On behalf of her family, I want to thank the Manolo and your readers for the support given to her in trying times. Debby wrote a final blog post when she knew she was going to die as a way of reaching out to the various internet friends she’s made over the years. I felt I should forward it because it has meaning to me, and I figure it may have meaning to others who cared about her. The Manolo can find it here: www.debutaunt.com .

Even in the end, when she was confined to the bed, she still remained superfantastic. I think the both of us watched just about every episode of “What Not to Wear” because Bravo was one of the few channels worth watching at the hospital. Half the fun of that show is commenting on when we disagree with Stacy and Clinton, or believe the haircuts were change for the sake of change and not flattering. The fashion is much better TV to watch in the hospital than the news.

Grazie molte,
Steph, Deb’s sister

Please remember Deb and her family in your prayers and thoughts, and please also remember that Deb’s 9-year-old daughter will need our help in more concrete ways.