This morning's Manolo Blahnik sample sale was quite different than what we are used to. First off, there was no line, but a waiting room of seemingly composed well-dressed ladies, reading their books, fooling us with their grace and elegance. But the moment their numbers were called, these once elegant ladies quickly became hoggers, clawing at anything that resembled the "Something Blue".
No longer were these the composed and elegant females we saw 20 minutes prior. Now the claws came out, the eyes were bulging, and it was every Manolo Whore for herself. On the contrary, there were those heros that threw us a