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From Walt Disney World to Cirque du Soleil to the Los Angeles Opera, one family from the friendly city of Fullerton, CA has handcrafted hundreds (maybe thousands) pairs of one-of-a-kind shoes for those in the entertainment industry. These are not your conventional pair of Aldo’s or Cole Haans, this is quality craftsmanship at its best. This year the family owned business turns a wopping 50 years old of soleing fictional characters on main street at Walt Disney to some of the most prominant actors and actresses.

Since its inception in 1963, Capri shoes and its owner Oscar Navarro, young shoemaker, arrived in Mexico at the age of 20 years, has led care and Capri since 1992, after working for David Dakos, Capri’s original owner for 12 years since 1980. Oscar has had to overcome numerous cultural and language barriers in his 33 years being involved in the business. It was the vision, passion, tenacity, talent and creativity of Oscar for the world of footwear that pushed the transformation of then being Capri Shoe repair to an international business, recognized in the entertainment industry, locally, nationally and internationally.

Since 1992, Capri Shoes has seen exponential growth. Its three original employees have grown to over 20 full-time skilled shoemakers, each contributing their unique skills to make their products unique in quality. Capri however, not only offers full service professional footwear for the entertainment industry, they also offer custom shoes for the buyer who seeks to create a specific style, or return to recreate their favorite shoe. Capri Shoes offers great functionality, quality, and meets the highest standards of design and performance. “We want to give the audience something completely unique,” says Oscar Navarro. “Designers come to us with drawings of a character, and we turn this cartoon into a reality.”

For more information visit: www.caprishoes.com
Source: Erika Martinez, Press Release Capri Shoes

Cuban American Richard Blanco read his poem “One Today” on-stage during the swearing in ceremony.

U.S. Supreme Court justice Sonia Sotomayor swore in Vice President Joe Biden.

Performers and celebrities included:

Mexican rock band Mana performed at the Commander in Chief’s Ball

Marc Anthony performed at the Presidential Inaugural Ball

Festivities at related events over the three day weekend included:

Saturday, January 19, 2013

National Day of Service Summit
Eva Longoria

OurTime.org: Generation Now party
Jessica Alba

Green Inaugural Ball
Sheila E

Sunday January 20, 2013

Hip-Hop Inaugural Ball
La La Anthony
Eva Longoria
Damien Escobar

“In Performance” at the Kennedy Center
Eva Longoria
Raúl Esparza
José Feliciano
Juan Diego Flórez
Melanie Griffith
George Lopez
Mario Lopez
Rita Moreno

Monday January 21, 2013

The Creative Coalition’s 2013 Inaugural Ball
John Leguizamo

Richard Blanco’s poem:

“One Today”

One sun rose on us today, kindled over our shores,
peeking over the Smokies, greeting the faces
of the Great Lakes, spreading a simple truth
across the Great Plains, then charging across the Rockies.
One light, waking up rooftops, under each one, a story
told by our silent gestures moving behind windows.

My face, your face, millions of faces in morning’s mirrors,
each one yawning to life, crescendoing into our day:
pencil-yellow school buses, the rhythm of traffic lights,
fruit stands: apples, limes, and oranges arrayed like rainbows
begging our praise. Silver trucks heavy with oil or paper-
bricks or milk, teeming over highways alongside us,
on our way to clean tables, read ledgers, or save lives-
to teach geometry, or ring-up groceries as my mother did
for twenty years, so I could write this poem.

All of us as vital as the one light we move through,
the same light on blackboards with lessons for the day:
equations to solve, history to question, or atoms imagined,
the “I have a dream” we keep dreaming,
or the impossible vocabulary of sorrow that won’t explain
the empty desks of twenty children marked absent
today, and forever. Many prayers, but one light
breathing color into stained glass windows,
life into the faces of bronze statues, warmth
onto the steps of our museums and park benches
as mothers watch children slide into the day.

One ground. Our ground, rooting us to every stalk
of corn, every head of wheat sown by sweat
and hands, hands gleaning coal or planting windmills
in deserts and hilltops that keep us warm, hands
digging trenches, routing pipes and cables, hands
as worn as my father’s cutting sugarcane
so my brother and I could have books and shoes.

The dust of farms and deserts, cities and plains
mingled by one wind-our breath. Breathe. Hear it
through the day’s gorgeous din of honking cabs,
buses launching down avenues, the symphony
of footsteps, guitars, and screeching subways,
the unexpected song bird on your clothes line.

Hear: squeaky playground swings, trains whistling,
or whispers across café tables, Hear: the doors we open
for each other all day, saying: hello, shalom,
buon giorno, howdy, namaste, or buenos días
in the language my mother taught me-in every language
spoken into one wind carrying our lives
without prejudice, as these words break from my lips.

One sky: since the Appalachians and Sierras claimed
their majesty, and the Mississippi and Colorado worked
their way to the sea. Thank the work of our hands:
weaving steel into bridges, finishing one more report
for the boss on time, stitching another wound
or uniform, the first brush stroke on a portrait,
or the last floor on the Freedom Tower
jutting into a sky that yields to our resilience.

One sky, toward which we sometimes lift our eyes
tired from work: some days guessing at the weather
of our lives, some days giving thanks for a love
that loves you back, sometimes praising a mother
who knew how to give, or forgiving a father
who couldn’t give what you wanted.

We head home: through the gloss of rain or weight
of snow, or the plum blush of dusk, but always-home,
always under one sky, our sky. And always one moon
like a silent drum tapping on every rooftop
and every window, of one country-all of us-
facing the stars
hope-a new constellation
waiting for us to map it,
waiting for us to name it-together.

http://www.richard-blanco.com/