Manolo says, in honor of the Manolo’s recent visit to the too precious for words Carmel, the Manolo presents to you these delightful woven leather skimmers by the BCBG Max Azria which bear the name of the Carmel. These would be suitable for wandering through the fairy-tale streets, looking for your own Clint Eastwood/Prince Charming.
Manolo says, it is Tuesday, time to see what the Manolo is… Listening to… Reading… Listening to… Without argument, this is the best radio station in the entire known universe, it has only ever been exceeded by its magnificent and much lamented predecessor.
Manolo says, if you have perhaps been wondering why the postings of the Manolo have been so slow this week, it is because the peregrinations of the Manolo have taken him up the coast of California, through the Big Sur, and into the most beautiful, if somewhat twee town of Carmel-by-the-Seaside. Naturally, the Posse Manolo (the abbreviated version) did many Carmel touristy things, which included, but was not limited to, the visit to the Mission, the tea at the Tuck Box, and the shopping rampage through the tree-lined streets. This morning, the Manolo finds himself in San Francisco, where he…
Manolo says, for those of you who do not follow the sporting pages, in Eastern Europe July is the month for the sport of High Heel Racing! In St. Petersburg… In Moscow… In Berlin. All of it madness!
Manolo says, the Manolo reminds you that he is accepting applications for the two positions at proposed Teeny Manolo blog, the website which will be devoted to the childrens clothes, celebrity babies, and all matters associated with being the parent. Naturally, the Manolo is looking for peoples who have interesting things to say on the above topics, and can say them in the most entertaining way possible. If you believe this is you, please send the Manolo the note together with the samples of your writings.
Manolo says, in celebration of the Queen Elizabeth’s and the Prince Phillip’s 60th Wedding anniversary, there is the exhibition of their wedding clothing, which includes the shoes she wore on the big day. The shoes worn by Britain’s Queen Elizabeth II, on her wedding day, designed by Edward Rayne made with duchesse satin and trimmed with silver and seed pearl buckles… Peep toes? The Manolo would not have expected that.
Manolo says, here are the few links which may perhaps amuse… I had to explain to one young woman why a tight tank top with the word “BOOTYLICIOUS” emblazoned across the chest in glitter script was not appropriate office attire. Shoes? Or office furniture? Who can say? In a time when top luxury shoes cost probably as much as jewelry, I’d rather show off my shoes then my diamond ring.
Manolo says, all this afternoon the Manolo has been hearing from his internet friends, and from the readers of his column in the Express of the Washington Post, alerting the Manolo to the unfortunate use of the word “kaffir”, which appears as the name of the shoes he recommended. This letter from the Manolo’s reader Matthews M. is not untypical. Dear Manolo I refer to your article in today’s Express, p E3 where you refer to the icon look – kaffir. You did not name the shoe. Did you know that the word “kaffir” in South Africa is as derogatory…
Manolo says, little baby children, such as the Violet Affleck seen above, may wear the Crocs. However, if you are the fully grown person you should avoid these ridiculous and childish rubber monstrosities. “But Manolo,” cry the infantile, the misguided, and the willfully perverse, “the Crocs, they are so comfortable”. Manolo answers, “so are the cardboard boxes filled with the combination of styrofoam packing peanuts and Vaseline.” And just as the sensible person knows not to submerge their feets into such things, no matter how pleasant it may seem, so too does the sensible person know to avoid the Crocs.”
Manolo says, now that the Manolo blogs have grown to include five blogs in total, with two more in the offing, the Manolo has decided to do the Friday roundups, so that you may read what you may have perhaps been missing. And so here is the best from each of the Manolo’s bloggers… Plumcake I want to wake up at noon the next morning and sit in the dark eating greasy tacos and watching that scene in Pride and Prejudice where Colin Firth’s Mr. Darcy jumps into and subsequently comes out of the water over and over again until…
Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post. Dear Manolo, I’ve seeing a lot of young women wearing short-short sundresses, big-big sunglasses, and heavy boots. What do you think of this look? Maya Manolo says, the Manolo’s friend is referring to the I-am-going-to-Promises-right-after-my-next-arrest look, made current by the young but famous slatterns of the popular gossip press. Naturally, to achieve the full effect you must be wearing no foundation garments below, and you must have in the one hand the designer “It†bag, and in the other the jumbo soy latte frappuccino with…
Manolo says, as the Croc empire of evil attempts to impose its hegemonisitic desires upon the citizens of the world, the the tiny-but-valiant anti-Croc resistance struggles under the oppressive rubber heel fighting for all that is stylish and holy. Look, here is one of the Manolo’s comrades-in-arms, the Marcelle D’Argy Smith fighting the good fight in the Daily Mail. If there is one thing, in my view, which is guaranteed to drive a woman screaming in the other direction, it is the sight of a man who should know better sporting a luridly technicolour pair of shoes which would look…