Elie Tahari Boots for the Monday

Manolo says, it is Monday and you are back at your desk working feverishly to complete the latest onerous task placed upon you by your supervisor, Mr. Rummelkin, The Official Boss From Hell, the micro-managing, 5’3″ tall, churlishly malignant, tooth ache of the man.

Yes, you are the big girl, you know that relations between management and labor are not always easy, and indeed you have had other bosses in the past who were less than pleasant to work for: The Shouter, The Underminer, and The Ditherer, individuals who had risen to their Peter Principle level of incompetency, and from which they exercised their flawed authority.

And, yet, Mr. Rummelkin puts them all to shame in terms of pure evil. He is the smoothly manipulative master of manufactured rumor and artificial chaos, ruling his domain like the Ottoman vizier, through subterfuge, misdirection, and calculated verbal brutality. He runs the very deep, very complicated game.

Of the course, what makes his reign of terror all the more galling is that he is completely competent, earning nothing but accolades from the higher ups, even as those who work for him are cowed into submission by his malevolence.

You would have quit his dominion many weeks ago, when it first became obvious that Mr. Rummelkin did not care for you. But, it is the same old story, you need the money, and the job pays well, and you’re good at it, even if your boss fails to acknowledge that. And you like and respect the other peoples your office, especially Jane, the English Girl, who never fails to make you laugh with her wry observations and offhand EastEnder witticisms.

“Oy, look a ’em, Rumplestiltskining about, like he go’ a secret spinning wheel in his office,” is now your all-time favorite saying in the entire world.

Rumplestiltskining about! Genius!

So, here it is Monday afternoon, and Mr. Rummelkin has set you to yet another impossible task, spinning straw into gold, or some such, and you look up from your desk and at the end of the hall is the giant commotion.

It is Jane, running toward you as fast as her chubby legs can go, and she is smiling like the mad woman.

“Love, such wonderful news! They’ve given Rumpy the sack. Caugh’ him putting his naughty bits into the overnight charwoman, they did!!!”

And when you pass that preposterous statement through your English-to-English translator you realize that those many, many novenas were not said in vain.

Time to celebrate! With beautiful boots, like The Romy from Elie Tahari.

Romy by Elie Tahari   Manolo Likes!  Click!


Manolo the Columnist

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

Dear Manolo,

My husband has just gotten the dream job of a lifetime, an assignment that literally puts him at the top of the heap. So now we’re going to celebrate with a giant party in January when the new job officially starts. This party will be a dressy affair, with tons of important people, toasts, dancing, dining, a real blowout. What would you recommend in the way of shoes? I’m thinking of wearing gown by Narciso Rodriguez.


Manolo says, ayyyy! Congratulations on your husband’s great success! Undoubtedly you played the major role in bringing him to the place where his sterling qualities could be noticed, and are thus yourself the woman of considerable abilities.

Naturally, you will wish to shine on this most important evening, putting your best feets forward and stepping out in elegance and style.

Of the course, you should also not ignore the symbolism of the moment, which is why the Manolo would recommend pairing your Narciso Rodriguez frock with the shoes of Elie Tahari. Two super fantastic American designers who are immigrant children from disparate backgrounds, what better way to celebrate the diversity of this great land?

Much depends upon the color of your gown, but here is the beautiful and bejeweled strappy Elie Tahari sandal in the color anthracite.

Bejewelled Sandal from Elie Tahari    Manolo Likes!  Click!


Super Fantastic Elie Tahari Tuesday

Catalina by Elie Tahari   Manolo Likes!  Click!

Here for your Tuesday enjoyment are the incredibly, super fantastically, beautiful peep-toed pumps from the Elie Tahari.

Shoes so gorgeous that they may cause you to desire to strike your mother. (And here the Manolo notes that there are certain idiomatic English phrases that make absolutely no sense, but which sound marvelously evocative, no?)

Greta Garbo in Gold Lamé

Manolo says, one of the Manolo’s friends has asked the question regarding the image in this week’s Whose Shoes Wednesday.

Does anyone know what movie she was in wearing those shinny boots.

It was in the magnificent and magnificently erotic Mata Hari.

And now, through the miracle of the YouTube, the Manolo can show you two scenes from Mata Hari.

First, the scene with the shiny boots in action..

And now, the entire movie summed up in the single brief scene. Be certain to watch until the last final moment to see Garbo at her magnificent best.

Ayyy! You may keep your modern, salaciously bared, cinematic breasts and give the Manolo the pre-Hays Code Garbo clad head to toe in golden lamé.

And now, below the fold, the comparison and contrastison, with the most recent media appearance of the gold leggings.


Elie Tahari Carolina for the Thursday

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Manolo says, after the excess fabulosity of last evening’s Project Runway, the Manolo requires something calming and classic, something like these new low-heeled pumps, the Carolina from Elie Tahari.


The Elie Tahari Janine Driver

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Manolo says, one of the Manolo’s current favorite shoes is this fabulously cute, driving flat from Elie Tahari, known as the Janine Driver.

Without fail, everytime the Manolo sees it, it puts the smile on the face of Manolo, and if that is not the recommendation of merit, the Manolo does not know what is.


Elie Tahari for the Spring

Viola Peep-Toe Flats from Elie Tahari   Manolo Likes!  Click!

Manolo says, here is the delightful pair of the silver peep-toe flats from the Elie Tahari, the perfect shoe to wear with your new spring time dress, the one you had bought because it matched that darling ivory-colored half cardigan you had in your closet.

Of the course, you had bought the ivory colored half cardigan because of that tall, broad-shouldered blond boy with the tousled hair and ready smile, who works down on the third floor.

Every time you see him, you think to yourself, “He should be wearing the varsity letterman’s sweater and saddle shoes, so clean cut and nice, with those swoon-worthy boyishly-masculine good looks and blue eyes of his.”

And for many weeks you had these persistent fantasies of buying the perfect poodle skirt and bobby socks and asking him to the Sadie Hawkins dance, except this is 2008, and you are the modern woman, with the modern woman problems like paying the rent and clawing your way up the career ladder, and besides for all you know, he might go home each night to the Christopher Street flat, where he waits patiently for his boyfriend to return from his job as the Joan Crawford impersonator.

So, instead of the poodle skirt, you settled on this ivory colored half-cardigan because it had just enough of that fifties feel, without seeming costumey, and then you bought the spring dress because it was pretty and on sale.

And then, guess what?!?

Not only is that blond boy not seeing the Joan Crawford impersonator, but your friend Ashley in accounting just texted you to say that he has just broken off the long-distance relationship with the girl back home in Kansas.

“O RLY?” you reply to Ashley, thinking about the shoes you will need on your first Saturday afternoon outing with him.