Vera Wang Nita Sandal For the Monday

Manolo says, it is Monday and the Manolo feels like death on the small piece of toast. Is this the place where the antibiotics finally kick in?

However, do not let the Manolo’s hacking, chest cold dissuade you from enjoying the full range of shoe-based entertainment, indeed, even from his sickbed the Manolo does not stop dreaming about beautiful shoes, does not stop looking at pictures of the beautiful shoes.

For the example, the Nita leather sandals from the Vera Wang Lavender Label

Nita Leather Sandals by Vera Wang Lavender Label

This is the sweet little summery shoe that will make you think of better weather and wonderful things.


Diary of the Shoe Collector

Manolo says, the website Collector’s Weekly has the interview with the super fantastic John Walford, author of the book The Seductive Shoe and shoe collector extraordinaire. Here is the very tasty excerpt.

Collectors Weekly: What were women wearing at the beginning of the 20th century?

Walford: This was just around the period when hemlines were beginning to creep up. Interestingly, shoes were almost a reaction to the fashions of the time. A lot of the Edwardian turn-of-the-century fashions were dripping in lace and making the most of the feminine figure, with padded buttocks, a padded bosom, and a tight waist. The look was ultra feminine. In contrast, shoes were often very masculine—little, tight Oxford shoes with low heels, very suffragette in comparison to the elaborate femininity of the costume itself. Even in eveningwear or with very fancy dresses, the footwear was still quite practical and masculine.

Embroidered shoes by French designer Greco from 1927.

All that changed in the 1910s with the rise of the hem. There was the introduction of straps and color in womens footwear. Of course the leg was still not supposed to be seen in its naked form, so stockings were opaque. But the shoes themselves brought attention to the leg and the foot.

Shoe design took off in the 1920s and ’30s when bare legs and translucent stockings became acceptable. Suddenly shoes were brightly colored and highly decorated. French shoe designer André Perugia got his start in the 1920s, doing fantastical designs and colors and patterns for Paul Poiret. Roger Vivier designed shoes for Elsa Schiaparelli in the 1930s. This is when shoe design as we know it really began.

And now you must go read the whole thing, as it is remarkably informative and lengthy.


The Column of the Manolo: Fanny from Donald J. Pliner

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

Dear Manolo,

I’m about to graduate with a masters degree in landscape architecture, and will shortly be going out to seek my fortune. To this point, I’ve not thought much about footwear, content to wear my wellies in almost all situations (I did put on real shoes for my sister’s wedding). Now, however, as I begin to think about job interviews I become somewhat nervous. What do you recommend to convey the exact right combination of professional seriousness, outdoorsy intellectualism, and artistic competency?


Manolo says, to the uninitiated, the landscape architects are merely glorified gardeners, but to those who know about such things, landscape architects are members of the ancient and useful fraternity, stretching back to God himself, who in one of his first recorded acts redirected the major water feature to produce the usable spot of dry land, where he subsequently planted the garden.

Of the course, less august landscape architects have more mundane concerns, such as how to convey the proper image through personal dress and style.

Like the traditional architect, the landscape architect must appear both professional and artistic, but with the additional burden of having to appear sufficiently in touch with nature, without resorting to bib overall and John Deere gimme caps.

The Manolo suggest expensive but comfortable, tailored suiting made from natural fibers in woodland browns and greens. Think Jedi Knights meet Robin Hood meets Prada.

Look! Here is Fanny from Donald J. Pliner, the mid-heel wedge with the rich walnut-colored leather that would look good indoors or out.

The Fanny from Donald J. Pliner


The Love Marriage

Manolo says, and now to make up for the Manolo’s absence, he gives you the incomparable Wilbur Sargunaraj, destined to be perhaps the greatest superstar ever produced by the internets.


Many Apologies

Manolo says, apologies from the Manolo for abandoning you today. The Manolo has been under the weather with the hacking chest cold, and he spent much of the day in bed.

Whose Shoes Wednesday…The Answer!

Manolo asked, whose shoes?

Catherine Zeta-Jones Loves the Golf

Manolo answers, it is the Catherine Zeta-Jones!

Congratulations to the Manolo’s internet friend, the exceptionally perceptive Spritle, who was the first to correctly identify this golf-loving person of note.


The Louie Louie Loafer from Joie

Louie Louie Loafers by Joie

Manolo sings,
Louie Louie, oh baby, me gotta go!

A fine little shoe, she waits for me.
Me catch the ship across the sea.
Me sailed the ship all alone.
Me never think he’ll make it home.

Louie Louie, oh no, me gotta go, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, baby.
Louie Louie, oh baby, me gotta go.

Whose Shoes Wednesday

Manolo asks, whose shoes?


If Fabio Could Skate…

Manolo says, he would have too much dignity to do this,,,

Although, it did certainly make the Manolo laugh.

P.S. In answer to the unasked question, What will Evgeni Plushenko look like in the decade…

Martina Navratilova

P.P.S. The tip of the Manolo’s homburg to the Professor Althouse.

What the Manolo Is…

Manolo says, it is Tuesday, time to see what the Manolo is…

Listening to…



As great as the movie Paper Moon is, and it is great, the book on which it is based, Addie Pray, is even better.

One of the Manolo’s biggest complaints about modern young adult novels (at least those not involving wizards or vampires) is that the central character is more often the victim than the hero, who triumphs not through wits and action, but through simple endurance.

Imagine, then, how the writers of 21st century young adult fiction would treat the problems of Addie Pray, the newly orphaned 11-year-old girl released into the custody of the nomadic petty criminal who may or may not be her father, and then do it in exactly the opposite manner, and you would have Joe David Brown’s book, which is by turns sweet, hilarious, and wonderful.

And, among the most amazing things is that this wonderful book could then be translated into the wonderful movie, something which may be confirmed by watching the famous Nehi and the Coney Island scene…

And which after viewing makes you feel sad about the fates of Tatum and Ryan O’Neal.


Jimmy Choo Zero Mirror Platform Sandals For the Monday

Manolo says, it is Monday and you are back at your desk doing that thing that you do. It was the closely run thing, your making it to your place of work this morning. You are not feeling especially well at the moment, and are certain you are coming down with that hacking, sniffling, achy-breaky cold with which your spouse and children are afflicted. (Indeed, it is obviously going around, as even the Manolo has been felled by this late winter pestilence, and feels quite unwell as he types this missive to the world from his sickbed.)

But, you, on the other of the hands would not be stopped by the mere heavy-handed hint of approaching illness, not when there is the important project due at work, and not when staying home means yet one more day caring for the crotchety, cranky, demanding patients at home.

“Mooooooom, can you get me a glass of water.”

“Hon, can you bring me a bowl of soup.”

“Moooooom, my head hurts.”

“Hon, come feel my head. I think I’m feverish.”

“Mooooom, can you get me another blanket?”

“Hon, can you get the remote control to the TV, I’ve dropped in on the floor by the bed.”

You should probably be taking it easy at home on the couch, although you would be getting even less rest, but this morning you gulped down the giant glass of orange juice, and the fistful of over-the-counter medications, and homeopathic snake oils, and toddled off to work, your sinuses feeling like the burlap bag full of badgers.

What you need now is five seconds of looking at beautiful shoes, to soothe your nerves and distract you from your incipient headache.

Look here is the from the Zero Mirror Platform Sandal Jimmy Choo!

Jimmy Choo Zero Mirror Platform Sandals

Ayyyy! Tonic for the body and soul!