Manolo’s Week in Review

Manolo says, here are the best of the Manolo blogs from the previous week.

Princess Plumcake

I don’t French kiss inanimate objects, it’s just a personal policy. Sure I might get a little snuggly with some flats at a traffic light, and okay if there’s a guy you know who’s in a coma but has a hospital wing named after his family, let me know, but otherwise the rule remains: no pulse, no pucker. That’s just the way I roll.


Often we get stuck buying clothes in the same shapes and styles for years and years, not realizing that the passage of time and changes in our bodies, tastes, and shopping opportunities have opened new vistas.

Isidore Gallant

Izzy knows what French President Nicholas Sarkozy (who has quite the narrow lapel, by the way) is thinking: Is that a botched perm?

Never the Bride

You know, there weren’t enough guns involved in the ceremony or reception if you ask me. What’s the point of gettin’ all done up in reedy camo if you can’t plug holes in a few duckies?


Readings from the Book of Hasselhoff

Manolo says, daily affirmation from Don’t Hassel the Hoff. Today’s reading is from page 81.

I had been in South Africa for only twenty-four hours when I noticed that black South Africans would always shake my hand in such a way as to show they had no weapons up their sleeve. I walked onto a segregated bus, even though people warned me not to. I said to myself, “Hasselhoff can’t board that bus, but Michael Knight can!” To the consternation of the security guards, I boarded the bus. Every passenger was black and they began hugging and kissing me; everyone wanted to shake my hand.

The word of the Hoff!