Manolo asks, whose shoes?
Manolo says, winter, winter go away, bring the Manolo the fine spring day!
So that he may see these shoes on the feets of his friends.
The Kayla from Elizabeth and James in bright multi-snake yellow-yellow-yellow.
The Lacross from Stuart Weitzman in sea patent aniline blue-blue-blue.
The Estelle Wedge from the Dolce and the Gabbana in kelly-esque, sorta-MG-racing greeny-greeny-green.
And now, this is the time on the Shoe Blogs when the Manolo dances!
Manolo says, people in the fashion business, they are so nice!
The real fun, though, was in the ladies’ room. I walked in and almost straight into Anna Wintour. “Hi, Anna,” I said brightly to Anna’s mirror reflection. Her large eyes in her large head flickered. And with the slightest nod, one that may have been a twitch, she left me standing at the sinks. I admit I felt a bit more than slighted, I was after all, on quite a few covers of her magazine, and the glance she gave me is one I’d give to an expired carton of milk. I am aware my expiration date (as a model) is long past, but a slight acknowledgment that I wasn’t the bathroom attendant would have been nice.
Clearly, this cannot be Anna Wintour, as there is no way Paulina Porizkova could have seen Ms. Nosferatu’s reflection in the mirror.
Manolo says, it is Monday and if you are American you are probably not back at your desk, in the stead you are still at home in your jammies, because that is the way you roll, baby.
And now, because it is the holiday and the day after the Dia de San Valentin, and because you Holiday of Love did not perhaps live up to your expectations (as it did not involve the appearance of Fabio bearing the bucket of fried chicken) the Manolo will show you some fantasy shoes from Christian Louboutin.
Beautiful! Unusual! Fun!! Wicked Expensive!
Manolo says, here are the few links which may perhaps amuse…
The blast blew everything to smithereens, leaving me with a big hole in my house. My neighbors said their windows shook and my best friend, who lives about 2 miles away across the parkway, heard it at her house.
The Manolo’s friends at Blogging the Project Runway are in the Project Runway tents at Bryant Park this week.
Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
I very much empathize with your intent in posting cute and fun sandals in the middle of winter. Can I make a request, though? DC is on the middle of a massive snowstorm, and my plans for the weekend involve citywide snowball fights and frolics in the snow with a new beau. Can you suggest attractive boots that are still appropriate for Snowmageddon?
Manolo says, Ayyyyy! It is Snowmageddon! Snowpocalypse! Snowragnarok!
One minute you are having the normal sort of Washington winter, with the little bit of ice, the occasional dusting of snow, and the usual coolish temperatures, and the next, whammo! The Abominable Snow Beast has buried you under three feets of wintery white stuff, with more on the way, bub!
And the District of Columbia, which is not the most efficient governmental entity on the planet, simply throws up its hands and snuggles down by the fire with the warm cup of cocoa, while the citizens are left to their own devices.
Of the course, there is the upside to all of this snow, such as dozens of days off from your job at the Department of Homeland Phrenology, the giant hilarious snow ball fights with your neighbors, and the chance to finally meet Yukon Cornelius.
Look! Here is the Tami from La Canadienne. Perfect!
Manolo says, it is always sad when someone dies, and doubly so when someone in the prime of life, full of talent and promise, kills himself. And so it was with great sadness that the Manolo read this morning of the suicide of Alexander McQueen.
Although, not everything he made was to the taste of the Manolo, everything he made was emphatically his own, stamped with his own unique style and standards. And, his shoes were often undeniably beautiful, or striking.
He will be very much missed.
And now the Manolo must ask, why the prominence of the skull motif in his most recent collection?
And not just in shoes, but scarves, t-shirts, even the macabrely humorous rings.
The skull motif was among the most popular things Alexander McQueen had ever done, and yet the Manolo wonders, why?
Why did Alexander McQueen produce his own memento mori?
In retrospect, it is now all so sad.
Update: Catie at the Cuffington Blog has something important to say about Alexander McQueen’s suicide.
Manolo says, the Manolo’s friends at Zappos are offering several end-of-the-season bargains on the super fantastic Sigerson Morrison shoes.
For the example, these knotted high heel sandals from Sigerson Morrison are over 50% off of the regular price, the true bargain!
And these silvery thong Sigerson Morrison sandals are selling at the discount, over $170 of the American dollars off of the usual price!
And now you must hurry! Before these bargains are disappeared!