Manolo says, here are the best of the Manolo blogs from the previous week.
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.
Izzy knows what French President Nicholas Sarkozy (who has quite the narrow lapel, by the way) is thinking: Is that a botched perm?
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?