Up All Night to Get Lucky
Manolo says, because, sometimes, even the Russians are amusing.
Manolo says, because, sometimes, even the Russians are amusing.
I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing cobblers glue. I’m in Virginia now, and although the worst seems to be over, the whole DC Metro area got pounded like British currency. My fella, Hot Latin Boy, is holding down the fort at Plumcake Cottage in Baja, Mexico where a previously inactive volcano has started to be less inactive as one might hope. Frankly I’m just one Aimee Mann song away from that crazy scene in Magnolia and I’m pretty sure my wiper blades won’t be able to take it. I’ve got this weird survivalist streak that means my hatches…
Manolo says, the other day, on the Facebook, the Manolo was complaining about the samey-sameness of most of the stylebloggers. The Manolo must have looked at 20,000 style blogs over the past few days, some of them exceedingly popular, and all of them featuring the same clothes, the same poses, the same washed-out, overexposed style of photography. Time for the change! The Manolo decrees: the washed-out style photos are all washed up. Color is the new black! Out = Identical style bloggers all obsessed with being part of the in crowd In = Crazy girls who throw on the clothes…
Manolo says, just because it does.
Manolo says, somedays it seems as if 1976 were just yesterday. . . Other days it seems so very far away.
Manolo asks, perhaps rhetorically, remember back in the day when humility was considered the admirable trait?