Manolo The Columist

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

Dear Manolo,

I am a young artist working in Seattle, and my company has instituted, horror of horrors, a new dress code! I have a pair of black wedges that I love, but I need some adorable (and affordable!) close-toed shoes to go with my new chocolate brown pants and skirts. Please help.


Manolo says, the Manolo is glad to hear that some companies are attempting to reinstitute professional standards of dress.

Things have gotten bad, very bad , so that to judge by the costumes seen in the businesses of America we would appear to have become the nation of indigent day laborers and infantile simpletons, clad only our tattered clothes and silly teenaged sports wear.

Indeed, if the trend continues, the Manolo expects one day to find his banker dressed in board shorts, flip-flops and the risqué novelty t-shirt, with the New York Yankee’s baseball cap jauntily perched upon his head sideways, and greeting the Manolo with the fateful words “What up, dawg?”

At which point the Manolo withdraws all of his money and moves to Montevideo, Uruguay, where at least the bankers still look like bankers.

Look, here is the Enemy from Franco Sarto, the hip and reasonably-priced, suede shoe-bootie available in brown or black.
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