When The Back Porch Light Went On
Manolo says, finally, the Manolo has figured out what has been tipping over his garbage cans.
Manolo says, finally, the Manolo has figured out what has been tipping over his garbage cans.
Manolo asked, whose shoes? Manolo answers, it is the Ellen Page! Congratulations to the Manolo’s internet friend, Marjorie, who was the first person to correctly identify this week’s pixyish personage of note.
Manolo says, here is the Aurele from Beverly Feldman. The kicky ballerina flat with the charming little flower details that Manolo thinks would look most excellent with the black trousers. This is the sort of shoe the Manolo considers the “transitional shoe,” something that will take you smoothly from the late summer into the early fall in the fine style. And look! It is on the sale, reduced $70 of the American dollars from its usual price.
Manolo says, yes, he was willing to spend the 100 millions dollars to get the job that pays $1 per year, but buy the new pair of shoes? That, apparently, is the extravagance too many for the Mayor Mike Bloomberg. The two pairs of classic black loafers — one tasseled, the other penny loafers — predate his tenure as mayor and both are so well worn, with labels so long gone, that even Hizzoner himself can’t remember what brand they are. “He could buy any shoes he wanted, but he likes these,” Loeser said. “They are comfortable, and they work,…
Manolo says, please, Manolo, do not be ridiculous. It is only the optical illusion. There are no such things as the aliens who will suck you up into their spaceships with the tractor beams, where they will subject you to the intrusive probings with their grotesque and perverted appendages. Surely there must be the more mundane explanation…perhaps at the Wikipedia… Named for their alleged skin tone, “Greys” are most widely associated with the alien abduction phenomenon, wherein claimants allege that Greys are intelligent extraterrestrials who visit Earth and secretly perform medical experiments on humans they have temporarily kidnapped….A composite description…
Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post. Dear Manolo, Has The Manolo forgotten (or is he ignoring) the fact that the world as we know it today is in a recession-depression? Most (nearly all) of the shoes The Manolo recommends to ladies in dire need of shoe advice are exorbitantly priced. I make nearly six figures and I, today, would not buy $300+ shoes just because it’s not smart. I’m not even sure I’d buy them if the economy was flush with buying power like it was, say, back in 2005 or…
Manolo says, the Manolo will allow the Keats to speak for him… Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too — And what could be more lyrically beautiful than autumnal suede pumps from the Maestro Manolo Blahnik?
Manolo says, Nein, nein, das ist nicht nur eine brezel und bier. Das ist eine brezel und bier mit einem “famewhore”.
Manolo asked, whose shoes? Manolo answers, it is the Zooey Deschanel! Congratulations to the Manolo’s internet friend, Retna, who was the first to correctly identify this week’s quirkily-quirky personage of note.
Manolo says, not only must the magnificent Hasselhoff endure the public tauntings of these lesser talents, the judges (‘the potpourri of insanity?”), but to be the very first person voted off of the island? Such indignities are almost too much to bear!