Manolo says, ayyyy! The Manolo sees London, the Manolo sees France…
Manolo says, the picture of the Elizabeth Taylor, from the 1970s, in the white hot pants has convinced the Manolo to say the few words about Liz and her fashion sense.
To wit: she does not seem to have much, or perhaps more properly, she seemed to lose any sense she did have right around the year 1967.
But you must judge for yourself..
Here she is young and gorgeous, dressed in the Chinese-style outfit with beautiful shoes, the very model of chic.
But this image is no indication of personal style, for when you are in your twenties and exceedingly beautiful, it matters not the least what you wear, your beauty negates your ugly clothes.
The true test of style begins in your thirties, when your looks begin to fade ever so slightly, and artifice become more important.
Work it girlfriend!
It is 1963 and Liz, 31, is perfectly accessorized with the gloves, the shoes, the purse and the most gorgeous coat. Even the hat, which would otherwise be faintly ridiculous, works here. Of the course, it does not hurt that she has also accessorized herself with Richard Burton.
It is the Manolo’s belief that this represents the high-water mark of the Elizabeth Taylor style.
And now, the trainwreck begins.
For the Manolo, the dancer is going clockwise, only by looking to his left and thinking about doing his taxes can the Manolo convince the dancer to go anti-clockwise, but as soon as he blinks, she returns to her previous clockwise dance.
These results do not especially surprise the Manolo, except that the Manolo believes himself as being exceptionally verbal.
Go now and take this test and report your findings back to the Manolo
Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
One of my husbands many cousins is getting married in October at a suburban synagogue. Afterward they’ll have a dinner reception at a hip downtown spot. I have found a knee-length shift dress with a Pucci-like print in fall colors (olive, deep orange, beige, and banded with black at the neck and hem). Please can you suggest something appropriate.
Manolo says, this wedding, it sounds like exactly the sort of celebration of which the Manolo approves: the traditional ceremony followed by dinner at the good restaurant.
Yes, the Manolo also enjoys the big $200,000 blowout, the sort which features liveried footmen delivering the bride and her monster gown in the silver sedan chair, while the prop husband stands there waiting, looking earnestly befuddled in his cutaway and ascot.
Still, the Manolo finds that in the midst of such Hollywood spectaculars he often longs for the sort of wedding that our grandparents knew, small affairs with the bride in the modest white dress and the groom in his best black suit, followed by the awkward celebratory dinner at the Italian restaurant in Hackensack.
Here is the respectable but fun black suede pump from Marc by Marc Jacobs, something perfect for the ceremony and the reception to follow.