Manolo for the Home

Manolo says, if you are not reading the new Manolo for the Home blog you are missing out on important and amusing pieces concerning living in tiny houses, dealing with clutter, and the novelty toilet seat.

Project Runway 4, Episode Six

Manolo says, ayyyyy! The best challenge yet, to grab the giant fistfuls of second-rate but popular candies and candy merchandises in the candy store and to transform this mass of junk into the fashion.

This was the sort of challenge that made the original Project Runway so delightful, and not something about which Michael Kors could ecstatically shout “super commercial!!!!”

For the Manolo, the best part of the evening was that the likable chubster Chris, over whom the Manolo had begun to despair, showed that he could produce the completely wearable, and yet also sophisticated, mature, and attractive outfit.



Manolo the Columnist

Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.

Dear Manolo,

I just broke up with my long-term boyfriend, and I’m again a single college girl. I now need a pair of sassy, confident shoes in which to go dancing. My fashion choices tend to be a bit daring, but my budget is small, under $150. Please help.


Manolo says, out with the old boyfriend, in with the New Year!

And what better way to celebrate this transition to something superior than with the beautiful pair of the new shoes?

Of the course, these cannot be any ordinary new shoes, these are the special, empowering, consoling, post-breakup, want-to-look-great-while-shaking-the-groove-thang shoes, the sort of shoes that every woman needs at least once in her lifetime.

Clearly, this is the moment to throw the wind to caution and pick the beautiful and sexy shoes, shoes that express your belief that life has great and exciting things prepared for you, such as your “accidental” encounter at the bookstore with that broad-shouldered member of the heavy crew, the one with the tosseled hair and the angelic face, who sits in directly in front of you in the English 341 class, “Gaskell, Kingsley, Eliot and the Dialectic of Industrial Romance”, otherwise known to you as, the “Boring Class with the Hot Boy”.

Look, here is the aptly named Tryst from Charles David, the perfect post-breakup dancing shoe.

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