Manolo says, this beautiful, simple, classic slingback from Giuseppe Zanotti, it is on the sale, nearly 65% off of the usual price, the savings of almost $240 of the American dollars!
Manolo says, look, the calculating hippie devils behind the Birkenstocks, they enjoy the abuse heaped upon them by the peoples of sensibility and style.
“Nothing says, ‘I want to tell you how to live your life’ more than Birkenstocks,” said Jason Reitman, the director of the film, which is to open in New York, Los Angeles and Washington on Friday. “The visual registers immediately. There’s something about the shoe that is universally understood that makes it so funny.” The sandals are emblems of liberal do-gooderness, he said, and the senator — a villain in the movie — wants to “regulate the world.”
Though real Birkenstock wearers may come in all political persuasions, using the sandal to represent the pushier side of liberalism is a long-running joke. As it turns out, Birkenstock doesn’t mind at all.
“He’s wearing the Vermont costume,” Scott Radcliffe, the marketing director at Birkenstock Distribution USA, said of Mr. Macy’s character. Mr. Radcliffe said that the “Birkenstock-wearing, granola-crunching, Volvo-driving fill-in-the blank stereotype” emerged in the broader culture without any doing on the company’s part. The company finds it entertaining, he said, that the sandals have reached the kind of status that qualifies them for movie close-ups, even disparaging ones.
“To me a Birkenstock fan looks at that, laughs and is not alienated,” he said.
To me, the Manolo, the person who looks at the Birkenstock and is not horrified is the person who cannot be trusted.
But, chacun à son goût, everyone has the right to look as stupid as he or she chooses.
P.S. Many thanks to the Manolo’s old friend the Wayne for the link to this story.
Manolo says, the most recent column of the Manolo for the Express of the Washington Post it is now available for the downloading.
The topic? Mandals!
My husband and I are about to head to Mexico. He is a very stylish man, and we are stymied by his beach options. Most mandals are either unmanly or hopelessly granola. Is there anything for the self-respecting man who doesn’t appreciate the flip-flop?
Manolo says, this it is the new delimma for the mens who are travelling in the regions of the tropics: what to wear now that the white linen suit, the panama hat, and the white buck shoes are no longer in the fashion?
Sadly, what has replaced this dignified and classic look is something that may perhaps be described as the “Robinson Crusoe Tatterdemalion”, with the raggedy-baggity board shorts, the stretched-out, stained tank top advertising Mr. Zog’s Sex Wax, and the flip flops that appear to have been constructed of the plastic palm fronds and coconut fibers.
In place of this garish and juvenile “getup”, the Manolo proposes that you take as your mantra, WWTJBD? What Would The Jimmy Buffet Do?
Who better to turn to for the advice than the genius muse of the Gulf Coast, the man who has guided generations of the Parrotheads in constructing the entire pastel-colored, rum-soaked Margaritaville fantasy world?
And thus the answer to the question, it is do as the Jimmy Buffet does, by wearing the presentable khaki shorts, the untucked hawaiian shirt of the high quality, and the leather sandals of the manly shape and cut, such as the Capistrano from the Tommy Bahama. This sandal it is not childish, nor unmaly, and it savors not of the granola.
Manolo says, it has been the while since the Manolo has mentioned that he has available to those who seek such things, the tshirts and the coffee mugs and the hoodies and suchlike upon which are printed the witticisms of the Manolo.
Manolo says, ayyyyyy! The winner it is the Chloe! And the Michael Kors is verklempt!
Both of these things they were completely unexpected to the Manolo, even after he had seen the collections on the runway.
Indeed, the main impression the Manolo took away from the collection of the Chloe was Aging Houston Socialite Gestalt. Yes, the dresses they were cleverly made, and the detail was very fine, but the problem for the Manolo was that he could see the same heavy, shiny, flowery material and the same poofy draping used as the window treatments in the 10,000 square foot custom MacMansion in the River Oaks.
Thus the Manolo has christened this the Ima Hogg Memorial Wannabe Collection.
As for the Santino, the Manolo thought that there were many beautiful pieces. And indeed, the Santino’s work, it was the prettiest of the three, and justified to some of the extent the Santino’s habitual preening. (As the Muhammad Ali says, it ain’t the bragging if you can do it.) Yes, there was the problem with the fitting of the garments, but at least the Manolo could see that it had the unified vision, albeit as the judges noted, it was the greatly subdued vision of the Santino.
Also the Manolo should note that he appreciated the Santino’s justification of his designs. The Chloe and the Daniel, they felt it necessary to discuss the “business” of the clothing. Bleech. Much to the preference of the Manolo was the Santino’s bold “Because I know beauty!” And although, the Manolo would perhaps disagree with the Señor Wickety-wack’s presumed knowledge of beauty, he could not find fault with the obvious passion behind such statements.
Oddly, at the end, the Manolo he felt sorry for the Santino, who seemed to earnestly believe that he was would be the winner. Such charming insouciance! And he loves his momma!
Ayyyyy! Santino all is forgiven! Now embrace the Manolo you big spiteful lug!
As for the Daniel, his collection was very much to the taste of the Manolo. (Excpet for that stupid dingly-dangly tassely thing between the breasts that left the Micheal Kors in his hibutual state of mock outrage.)
The clothes of the Daniel were beautiful, accomplished, and very sophisticated. As the Manolo has said, the Daniel is the master of taking the familiar shape and adding the slightest, most subtle change and thus making it slightly different and better.
For the example, the beautiful cream swing coat looked like something we may have seen before, but it was in the stead fully Daniel’s. The neck, the cuffs and the placement of the buttons make this coat special. It had the beautiful movement, it flatters the shape, it flows. (And here the Manolo should note that the Santino’s clothes also had the beautiful movement, while the Chloe’s seemed stiff and overly constructed.)
To some of the extent, the Manolo thinks that the Daniel was ill-served by his inability to articulate in front of the judges his vision and motivations. He has the exceptionally refined eye, but his vocabulary has not kept pace with his substantial ability as the designer. Happily, in the real world such things do not matter; the clothes stand on their own.
Finally, the Manolo must say that the Jay McCarroll still stands out as the best of the designers to have emerged thus far from the Project Runway. His collection last year may not have been exactly to the Manolo’s personal taste but it had the powerful and unique point of view, one that still impresses the Manolo more than one year later.
Ayyyyyyyyy! Nine more long months until the Project Runway returns!
P.S. And now what shall the Manolo do with his Wednesday evenings? He looked at the Top Chef for five minutes before he decided that all twelve of the contestants, together with the Billy Joel’s wife should be locked in the shipping container and dropped into the deepest part of the Pacific Ocean.
Manolo says, here are the few items that may interest and entertain.
Manolo says, if you are in the Manhattan, and if you have the opportunity you must do as the Manolo has done and stroll down the 7th Avenue to the showing of the magnificent couture of the mid-century French designer the Lucien Lelong at the Museum at the Fashion Institute of Technology.
This museum show of the historical couture of beauty and refinement, it is the show which will both entertain and edify those who have the interest in such things.