Manolo says, now available for the downloading at the website of the Express of the Washington Post is the latest column of the Manolo.
Today, the Manolo discusses footwears for the professor who would be stylish.
My husband is an literature professor at a small liberal arts college who insists on wearing the typical professorial uniform, you know, the tweed jacket, the oxford shirt, the khakis, and the dullest brown rubber-soled shoes known to man. What would you suggest?
Manolo says, to the Lynn, please whatever happens, do not allow your husband professor to become the scrawny, old-before-his-time elderly man with the faded elbow patches and the grey beard, given to the dour ruminations and and the excessive chin strokings.
The Manolo asks, ubi sunt?
Where are the dapper professors of our youth?
What has happened to those engaging teachers in their elegant clothes and handsome shoes, who could inspire our provincial young peoples with their joyful and obvious conniseurship, their joie de vivre?
If the Manolo were the professor– Professor of the Super Fantastic!—he would perhaps choose as his model of style the architects, who dress in the manner that expresses the creativity and yet remains professional, so as to not frighten the natives in the building and business trades.
This style it is elegant and streamlined, however it allows for the knit ties and the unusual eye-wear, and of the course, the attractive leather shoes.
And so the Manolo he would recommend the Fairfax by the Allen-Edmonds as being the stylish shoe suitable for the professor who would be the envy of the faculty senate.