Manolo the Columnist: Pamela from Via Spiga
Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
At the end of March, I’m going to Los Angeles to attend the wedding of my college roommate. The problem is, I’m an East Coast girl who’s not spent much time in Los Angeles and my roommate is a native Californian who now works in the film industry, so I’m not really sure how to dress for this. Please help.
Manolo says, it is true the people of the California they are not like us!
They drive their four-hundred-thousand dollar Lamborghinis to the Ralph’s Supermarket, even though there is not enough luggage space in the car to carry the single gallon of free range, cruelty-free, fat-free organic soy milk back to their Richard Neutra-esque three-bedrooms located in the wildfire-prone landslide zones above Mulholland.
The Calfornians, they think it is normal to live in the places with names like Tarzana, Topanga, and Rancho Cucamonga, where there are hot dog stands that have their own paparazzi who, if you are wearing the designer sunglasses and looking especially hungover, will chase you down the street shouting “Lindsay! Lindsay! Lindsay!”
As for how to dress for the California wedding, the Manolo can offer no better advice than dress as you normally would for the wedding anywhere
else, as it probably does not matter. If it is the typical California ceremony some people will be there wearing the suits and the dresses, and
others will be in board shorts and the flip-flops thinking about surfing.
Here is the Pamela from Via Spiga, the smart t-strap platform sandal, in the anthracite black glitter, the exact sort of thing that the Californians might think pretty.