Manolo say, the most recent column of the Manolo for the Express of the Washington Post it is now available for the downloading.
Today’s topic? What else? Wedges!
My sister, the Imelda Marcos of our family, has informed me that wedges are in. Can you show me a wedge worth buying? I’m dubious.
Manolo says, once again the vagaries and whims of fashion have caused the rift between the members of the family.
Manolo presumes that when Grogga the Cavelady tried on her new off-the-shoulder sabertooth tiger robe, her sister Ooga announced that the saber tooth was “so last eon”. After which ensued the spirited family disagreement, contested vigorously with the clubs and the mammoth femurs.
Sadly, variations of this scene have been repeated down through the ages. And so, once again, what falls to the Manolo is the unpleasant duty of informing one of his many friends that her know-it-all family member is correct. Wedges are indeed most in this year.
Likewise the Manolo is sorry to inform his friend that he agrees fully with this trend toward the be-wedged shoes of chunkiness. Indeed, the best of the new wedges can be fun and flirty and something even the most fashionably primordial cavelady and her sister both might enjoy wearing.
Thus the Manolo holds aloft the Ten from the Cynthia Rowley as the example of the wedge that is very much worth the buying. Indeed, it could provide the wearer with the wonderfully wedgeful spring.
Manolo says, the next Carnivale of the Couture it will be held at the Style Tribe. Here is the topic, it is the good one.
For this week’s Carnivale of Couture, I want to celebrate our role as bloggers.
What distinguishes us from fashion press is our lack of limits: we can express as we please, and our unique personalities make us more interesting rather than less professional.
To that end, I want to invite everyone to write about their most significant fashion purchase. Not the most expensive or most exciting, but the one that was somehow pivotal, or meaningful to you personally.
As the Manolo has said this it is the good topic, one which should generate the excellent posts.
Manolo says, Mira! The beauty blogs they have been profiled by the Times of New York.
By every measure, the blogosphere is booming. The number of blogs has doubled every five and a half months for the past year and a half, according to Technorati, a San Francisco-based search engine that is tracking 27.2 million blogs. And the number of beauty-related blogs is almost certainly rising as fast. A recent search on Technorati turned up 307 blogs related to beauty and 50 related to makeup. A search for individual postings using the keyword “Pantene” turned up more than 9,100.
In many ways, blogs are ideally suited to the pursuit of beauty. The vast number of new products provides plenty of grist for reviews. And because beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder, personal opinions — the sina qua non of blogging — matter above all. Where except on a blog (and maybe at a tell-all slumber party) could someone blurt out, “If her face looks like she applied spackle with a butter knife, well, maybe she is not the one to do your makeup”? Where else would you confide to thousands of strangers: “You are not looking at a pink or red gloss girl. I just don’t look good in them. But somehow, the tint-gloss combo just … shines!”
In this story two bloggers the Manolo loves were mentioned; the first it is the always amusing Kristen the Beauty Addict and the second is the Manolo’s special internet friend the Kim of I Am Pretty NYC.
By the way, the Manolo believes that this story, arriving so very late to the world of the beauty and make-up blogging, only proves what the Manolo has been saying for the long time, that the big newspapers are now the lagging indicators of what is worthy of our attentions.
Manolo says, the Manolo he has finally recovered enough from his most recent adventures in the City of Sin with the Posse Manolo to at last give the report to his many internet friends.
All the Manolo can say about the Wynn is that it is worth the expense. Trust the Manolo, if like the Manolo you are the lover of oppulence, and the demander of obsequious service, you will enjoy the Wynn.
As for the dining, it is not the secret that the Manolo he has long been the devoted admirer of the Daniel Boulud, and so naturally he had the high expectations for his meal. He was not disappointed. But beyond the cuisine, the settings of the restaurant at the Wynn’s Lake of Dreams were beyond what could possibly be described. The Manolo he is accustomed to the phoney-baloney, animatronic, Disneyesque attractions of the Vegas, but he was stunned by the unconventional beauty of this man-made feature. It must be seen to be believed, especially at night.
Of course, for the Manolo no trip to the Las Vegas would complete without the trip to the Forum at the Caesar’s Palace.
It is at the Forum Shops where where the Manolo contracted his current madness for the wedges.
The reasons for this they are many and manifest. Look, for the example, at this magnificent, over-the-top wedge from the Giuseppe Zanotti, which the Manolo discovered at the Zanotti store in the Caesar’s Forum.
Very Vegas, no?
Naturally, the Manolo convinced one the members of his Posse Manolo to purchase these shoes, which were then worn to dinner at the the Joel Rubochon in the MGM that very evening. (The second of two superb meals the Manolo consumed while on his mini-vacation.)
Also found at the Zanotti store were these beautiful wedges.
And so one may see how the Manolo could become obsessed with the wedges for the spring, what with the so many beautiful wedges available now from the designers.
Thus, the Manolo would judge this trip to the Las Vegas to be the complete, exhausting, and most satisfying success.
Manolo says, this article it is indeed weak.
It is always a bit ticklish confronting Germans with their past. You ask them why it happened. You ask whether they supported it. Why they didn’t rebel against it? How could millions of people not see that they were wrong? Andreas from Berlin is a typical witness of the times. A mere 28 years old, his whole life will be marked by the mistakes of an entire nation — an occurrence that is singular in world history.
“I swear, I have no idea how a David Hasselhoff song could top the German charts for eight weeks in 1989,” he says. His tone is defensive and apologetic — a tone one hears across Germany when talking about the historical black mark.
This it is ridiculous; to not know that the Hasselhoff is one of the singular, multi-faceted talents of this, or any other age is to be plunged into the spiritual and intellectual darkness from which it would most difficult to emerge.
You might have never heard about “the Hoff’s” biggest smash hits “Looking for Freedom” and “Crazy for you,” but ask any German between 20 and 40 about it. After a few seconds of blushed embarrassment they might even remember the lyrics, including poetic gems like: “Everybody sunshine, everybody fun time, we’ve got the power, we’ve got the Lord.” The pain, though, must be deeply felt in a country with the long and highly regarded literary, religious and musical tradition enjoyed by Germany.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Urgh. Look! Someone is making the lame and too predictable joke at the expense of the magnificent Hasselhoff and his many ernest German friends.
This person has no soul.
Manolo says, the Manolo he has somewhat recovered from what has been the most exhausting weekend in the city of the Las Vegas, the details of which the Manolo will provide to you later this day. In the meantime, perhaps you will be amused to consider that which this week the Manolo is…
Ayyyyy! His Funkaliciousness has returned!
Manolo says, the bloggings of the Manolo will be necessarily light this weekend as the Manolo is at this moment heading out to the port of air to fly to the Las Vegas, where he and the Posse Manolo will be rolling on the Strip. (There is rumored to be good shopping in this place.)
However, do not worry, we shall resume our conversation on Monday.