Maven pick: Amore Pacific's Cushion Compact

Hey now Wednesday. Happy Hump Day. It's sticky outside and I'm all Scarlett O'Hara- as many of you know heat and humidity are truly not my jam. Though I love the longer daylight and exposed toes, I'm not going to be mad at Fall when it comes. Fall's more for me, although I'm excited to go to the beach this weekend.

So how many of you take advantage when you get a sample in your online order from Blue Mercury or wherever you buy your beauty goods? I love them, actually. Sometimes the perfume samples are not for me, but I love free makeup samples, even if it's just to experiment a bit and not meant for leaving the house.

On the suggestion of my dear friend and hair stylist extraordinaire, I finally ordered some of Charlotte Tillbury's Magic Cream- a cult favorite for glowy, lovely, youthful skin. As I opened my package, I found quite a few samples (ordered the cream from Bloomingdale's online), and a new Maven pick was born.

Not sure how many of you are familiar with the cushion compact- it's popular in Korea and made its way stateside a minute ago and I was curious about trying it. So I was pleased to say a very generous sample of Amore Pacific's Age Correcting cushion compact- the sample has about 5 different tones so you can best match your skin. And it did not disappoint.

I'm a bit of a cool and warm skin tone so I first tried the medium with pink undertones, then the medium with yellow undertones. Oh my gah. I love this product. Both tones worked well for me.

The cushion compact has a built in sponge for easy application (though you could use your foundation brush if you don't like that idea) and I absolutely love the light coverage this foundation provides. I do love tinted moisturizer in the Summer months but the compact provided a lovely even skin tone, covered up a burst blood vessel on the side of my nose, and gave me an amazingly perfect finish that does not cake and is super smooth. I put some powder over it for sweatproofing, and we'll see how that goes once I step outside in an hour. Plus it has an SPF in it, which is good news for those of us trying to protect our necks. 

I love this new discovery, though, and I highly recommend giving it a try. They sell it in a travel size at Sephora (though a bit of a different formula)  if you're not into committing to a full sized product, but I'm a big fan and will absolutely be using it again and most likely buying it. Oh and another semi pro recommend- get yourself some face oil and apply it before you do your makeup. It really helps with application and keeps everything glowy yet smooth.

Just a hot little tip on this hot little day. Cause that's what's up this well cushioned Wednesday in the 718. Yours, in compact solutions to every day problems. And try those samples for sure, you just never know what may be come your new favorite thing.  XO

Five trends I've spotted this Summer in the city

Good morning Tuesday. It's gloomy outside and I want nothing more than to just stay in and read my new book. (Chuck Klosterman's X in case you were interested).

Thought I'd share some Summer observations going on around the city- for those of you who live here you've no doubt seen them too, and for those who don't, here's the scoop on what's hot this Summer besides the temperature:

Jay Z's new album is everywhere. If a car window is open in Brooklyn, you're most likely going to hear a track from Jay's 4:44. I love this record and am so happy Jay is back- I missed him. We were so in need of a Summer soundtrack, and this is absolutely it.

Summer denim. I'm seeing girls in denim all over the place and while the thought of jeans in the heat repels me, I'm liking the trend towards non stretchy non skinny denim- think a high waisted 501, faded, and cropped. Same applies for shorts- go high waisted with a vintage wash. This look is tough to wear I'm not gonna lie- but it's everywhere so get used to it.

Matcha. This one not so new but loving iced matchas over iced coffee these days. My fav is at Intelligentsia in the Highline Hotel. It's prettier than coffee brown in the loveliest shade of green and gives you a good boost. Nice alternative to coffee.

Frose. There's a spot in my neighborhood serving frozen rose, spiked with watermelon and complete with a salted rim. Who on Eearth could say no to that? Yum. Grown folks slushies. I don't hate them.I would like to, but I can't.

White sneakers with sundresses. I've seen this everywhere and it's not a trend I can pull off. Sneakers with a dress is so cute but not a great look for me- still seeing tons of Stan Smiths, Gucci, and cute new line the Greats. Trick is to keep the sneaker fairly minimal- very practical look for city girls. 

As a bonus, I was very happy to spot a cute chick the other day sporting a white ribbed tank, low slung black trousers and all white Pumas. It was so very 90s and I adored it- I see no signs of our current love of all things 1990something slowing down. And I love it. Ooh and extra bonus- quickly becoming obsessed with HBO's "The Defiant Ones", a multi-night documentary on Jimmy Iovine and Dr. Dre. It's so so inspiring and love the way these two work and create. Must see if you're a music or general fan of the creative process and pop culture.

So there you have it- just a few things I've spotted this Summer and wanted to share with you. What's trending in your neck of the woods? Send me a note if you have some thoughts at

Cause that's what's up this trendy Tuesday in the 718. Yours, in Summer fun. XO

Why I don't have kids: I blame the 70s

Good morning, little Friday. It's raining on the prairie here in Brooklyn and I'm happy to be WFH today. Thank goodness there's a few things happening to keep me busy. I'm grateful.

So I was walking home from barre this morning and thinking about motherhood. Yea, I was. Really.

I live in a neighborhood that is full of young families, I mean- bursting at the seams with them. Should you require a new method of birth control, you should move to Cobble Hill. And I'll leave that there.

I've been asked from time to time why I never wanted children or if I ever wanted them. I don't mind the question at all because the answer is simple- I never wanted them. In fact, it's rarely occurred to me. I just feel very much myself without children and I'm super fine with that. I was never a camp counselor, I never played with baby dolls, and was not much for babysitting.  I rarely thought about motherhood as a child, because I was too busy thinking about prancing around Morocco or New York City or Paris. I swear that's the truth. Not much for white picket fences, really.

But what made me think of motherhood was a flashback on a toy I used to play with all the damn day when I was a young lady. I think I've talked about my Barbie obsession, but Tiffany was my basic bitch back in the day. Who is Tiffany you may ask? You may want to watch her amazing commercial here. Oh the 70s. I love the 70s. I want to swim in a 70s pool all day. I'm aware that pool may be full of some weird stuff with all that fairy dust, but I'm ok with that. But back to Tiffany.

Tiffany is fabulous. And a stone cold fox. As the commercial says, she's who you want her to be. Her hair was either dark or blonde, depending on what mood she was in. She wore a jumpsuit or sparkly dress (dressed in a gown for a party in town) because she was always ready to party. And the best part about Tiffany Taylor?  She lived in a bloody penthouse in the city, complete with a sexy stereo system and the ability to change the view from day to night. Sure it was Tuesday Taylor's penthouse but in my world Tiff was all up in there. Naturally she was a New York lady in my imagination, as I endlessly pored through my mother's magazines to get a glimpse into that seductive world. I loved my penthouse more than life itself- endless hours pimping out Tiffany, switching up her hair, placing her on her balcony catching some imaginary rays, striking soigné moves on her spiral staircase, having dinner parties with her other pals, my Charlie's Angels dolls. 

They were amazingly stylish in neck scarves, wrap topped jumpsuits, and high boots. I would wear that right now, ps. 

This was the life I created for my girl Tiffany, so it's no surprise this is how my life sort of ended up, or at least my aspirations remain the same. Truth- I don't live in a penthouse or have the ability to switch hair color in a blink (though I would). But my point is as many girls my age were feeding their dolls bottles, I was hanging with Tiffany in her penthouse, though occasionally she'd drive off in her Barbie Corvette. It's not lost on me that Tiff's imaginary life is altogether more fabulous than mine- but we have one thing in common- we're both city girls who love a good soiree and we definitely don't have children. In my childhood fantasies, Tiffany had a boyfriend (there was a dude in a brown turtleneck I believe that was meant to hang with her), and in reality, I did end up with a pretty lovely husband. I think we should get a Corvette though, since the penthouse is looking less likely. Incidentally, my last pad in Brooklyn had a very groovy spiral staircase. So there's that.

I know it's hardly a throwback kind of day, but had to put that out there. Even as a wee one, I guess I knew what I wanted. Funny how that's often the case. Cause that's what's up in Tiffany's penthouse in the best city on Earth. Yours, in inner children and 70s glam. Party at the penthouse.  XO

Are you there, Tinsley? It's me, Sheri

Good morning, Thursday. It's gloomy outside and I'm very much in chill mode, but need to be in work mode.

So lately I've been posting about my redefinition, how to get that, my fear of change, my goals, etc. I feel like I've been a bit hoof in the headlights of late, and I'm slowly starting to feel that all clear. But truly, no matter how confused, vexed, or frustrated I get, I have bigger concerns. Because I'm deeply worried about Tinsley Mortimer, and that's the truth. The more wine she drinks, the more nervous I become. Homegirl is positively untethered.

If you are a Real Housewives of New York fan, you've no doubt noted the presence of one Ms. Mortimer this season. Society stalkers will most likely recall Tinsley's original "it girl" status in New York back in the day- she of the curling iron curls and doll parts. She was pretty much the toast of the town, until she ended up on an ex's lawn on Palm Beach accused of trespassing. Seems she's trying to claw her way back into New York life, and damn if she is not just the most fragile bird with a blowout of all time. And she's dancing as fast as she can.

I've oft fantasized as well as obsessed about the life of a fallen heiress. The seclusion, The Garbo glam of it all, the poor little rich girl mystique. But not when it comes to Tinsley.   You can just look at her and tell she's trapped in some former version of herself, still milking that hair, those sorority girl get ups, the whole lot of it. Plus, there's that pesky drinking situation while on antidepressants.  I'm not judging the poor lass but truly- going up against vipers like Bethenny Frankel can't be easy week after week and taping after taping. I'm worried about you, Tins. You need to get it together, girl. Put down the fake lashes and move on. And when Bethenny takes you to the Bronx for some bolognese, don't dress like it's rush week at J. Crew U, even though you still like to make out with men fresh out of Vanderbilt. Truly she is not my brand of socialite- I tend to like the more exotic jetset classics of yore like Marisa Berenson, Nan Kempner, Carolyn Roehm- even the stealth drunkenness of Pat Altschul on "Southern Charm". I live for her. You may not know who these people are, but I've always been fascinated by society chicks. I also think the life of Tinsley could be an excellent musical- has all the makings. I'd queue up for that one.

Listen, I'm not making light of her problems. But as I contemplate this vast amount of change coming my way whether I like it or not, I think of poor Tinsley, and realize I may not be in as bad shape as I think I am. It's a sick form of entertainment watching someone self combust on reality TV, and I'm rooting for Tins to turn it all around, get an edgy new haircut, move to Brooklyn, and fall in love again, perhaps with a more "normal" sort who will love her without the baggage of a pedigree. 

I'm worried about my Summer plans, or lack thereof, and I'm also worried about Tinsley. And chance are, if you've been watching the latest episodes of RHONY, you are too. For if there is anyone in need of a change, it's that gal. If I had the chance to style her, I'd absolutely go more Kate Moss/Marianne Faithfull and get her a good bit more rock and roll glam- she's been through some shit, she needs to wear that with pride and stop dressing like a wedding cake topper. And she definitely needs to unplug that look. Strip it down. Tough it up.  I'm hopeful. Maybe as I figure out my own shit, she'll figure out hers. 

Cause that's what's up this Park Ave Princess of a Thursday not on Park Avenue. Not even close. Cause that's what's up this real housewife of a Thursday in the 718. Yours, in displaced concern and broken dreams. Pick up the phone, Tins. I'm calling you, girl. XO

I'm still ok. And that's ok too.

Hi, Wednesday. I thought I'd share this post that just popped up on my Facebook feed from last year. It still fits. Consistently ok. I like it. 

Hope you had a wonderful 4th- I kept it close to home and was amazed at how many of you on social own red, white, and blue clothing, giant pool floaties, and an endless supply of bikinis. Oh, and of course, rose. DUH.

Cause that's what's up this still ok kind of Wednesday in the 718. Yours, in keeping in real. XO

On wanting more

Happy Fourth of July to all. I'm not in the most patriotic of moods, but I do love a BBQ so who can complain? I can. Ha.

So recently I was walking through my neighborhood and noticed a new business coming to Court Street, on the site of a cute clothing store that clearly could not make the rent any longer. I hate how small business is being shut out of my neighborhood, but that's not why I'm writing. I'm writing because I always get excited for new retail, because maybe it could be something I'm really craving here in Cobble Hill- somehow always praying for a really good vegan place or something (not vegan but love the option) but alas- never comes.

As I peered in the window I saw the sign- it was announcing a new bakery (so many bakeries here already) and alas- the sign promised the following: "MORE THAN JUST A BAKERY". Huh?

I feel like I'm channeling the baby of Seinfeld and Andy Rooney here, but seriously- what is with businesses and people needing to be "more than" they are lately? I'm happy for a bakery to be just a bakery. That's truly good enough for me unless magically you really are providing more somehow- like curing Cancer or telling the future. I suspect that's not the case for this place that will most likely offer halfway decent croissants. Be happy with that. Be in that. Why offer more if you're really not, well, more?

I wrote a long time ago about how brands nowadays feel the need to somehow be more than. I agree that a civic and social minded brand is a better brand in most cases, but sometimes I just want my toilet paper to be my toilet paper. I don't need toilet paper with a conscience or sense of humanity. I'm tired of this promise of "more" when it's really not more. Just be good at your thing and make that enough. Why must everyone and everything feel the need to give more?

Kidding aside, this notion of being more than is a pandemic in our society. We've reached full tilt when it comes to what's expected of us. We need to be more. We want more. We need more skills. More toys. More beach time.More Instagram followers. More shoes. More likes. It's no longer enough to just be who we are, and I think that's sad. I for one am always looking for ways to do more, but maybe what I need to be doing is focus on doing a bit less, and just perfect those things? Somebody said once less is more, did they not?

I'm not sure when our obsession with more took over- we are far past Gordon Gekko and many have railed against the notion of more by retreating to tiny houses and living out of vans. I'm not necessarily talking about "more" in the materialistic sense though. I'm just talking about the need to always offer more than what you can do or offer. It seems so ludicrous to me.

Plus right now we are living in an unprecedented America where a bloated orange man baby alien feels the need to tweet with the reckless abandon of a nuclear cyclone who never quite grew up. And that's the thing I guess- I do need more. But it has nothing to do with a "croissants and" moment or more from myself. I want more from my country.

More morality.

More kindness.

More tolerance.

More respect.

More opportunities.

More compassion.

More humility.

More caring.

More empathy.

More tools to cope with this current regime.

I want more people to speak up against this scourge. That's what I want more of on this Fourth of July. I want to get back to more of what it means to be a good American, human, friend, neighbor. All of that. I don't want croissants or toilet paper that offers me more than what they are, but what I want more of is this country to heal and get well. Because as Americans, we deserve more. I truly believe that. And we're more than this administration. As Americans, we should simply want more from our leaders and for those in power. Don't be distracted by the "more" that doesn't matter. It matters that we take the power of more and make things right.

Because you and I both know we don't need another pastry plus.

Cause that's what's up this wanting more from America kind of 4th of July in Brooklyn. Yours, in more, more, more. XO

Maven recommends: An affordable self tanner combo for staycation types

Good morning, Monday. How weird is it when the Fourth of July falls on a Tuesday? Completely throws off the long weekend vibe somehow with the Monday in between that some of us don't know what to do with- is it a work day? Can't really tell but since we are nowhere near the beach this weekend (I hate the crowds and traffic), I thought it a good time to bring up my favorite new discovery when it comes to self tanner.

I'm somehow an expert on all things self tanning- it's been a long time since I've allowed myself to fry in the sun because I'm terrified of ruining my skin. But Lord knows I look better with a little color so I moderate my exposure (I do let myself sit in the sun a bit of course) with some self tanning goodness.

I've tried them all but was thrilled to find my fav new one- loving the L'Oreal Sublime Bronze tan towels right now for lazy people who want a quick and easy way to tan- I get the Medium because I like to be fairly bronzed and the light is too pale for me. I then follow up when I'm less than lazy with the Jergens Natural Glow firming moisturizer (applied daily after showering)  which also has a bit of self tanner in it, though I will admit I don't love the smell of it.  I do like the gentle bit of lift it gives as well as a nice overall glow. And after reading a recent piece on Racked, I'm curious to try James Read's tanning balm, though I've had less success with some of his other products in terms of idiot proof application. I don't like tiger stripes you know. All in all, I'm loving my new sunless combo- my tan looks even and not orange at all- just a nice bronze glow.

Some of you are getting a tan the natural way this weirdly long weekend, for the rest of us, there's some great self tanners out there to help you along. Pleased that my tan is available at my local CVS- it's just slightly cheaper than a weekend in Montauk.

Cause that's what's up this self involved Monday in the 718.  Yours, in faking it until I bake it, and then getting back in bed. XO

Best of times, worst of times, or just time?

Good morning, Friday. It's been a week- lots of ups and downs but I can't thank you all enough if you reached out to me after the last post- your support means the absolute world.

It's hard to think about but these are treacherous times, particularly in the business I grew up in, advertising. I'm not sure there's more security in full time work in that arena than there is in freelance life. It feels unhinged, and since advertising is often a barometer for the times in which we live (at its best), I suppose it makes pitch perfect sense- I watch the news with shock every single day. What happened yesterday with Trump's tweets are so beyond anything I have ever associated with an American President, or moreover, a leader of any kind.

I can't help but wonder what would happen if this was the corporate world- would he not be fired by now for all of his disgusting and distasteful attacks? How is this allowed to go on?

Everything feels unsteady, wheels well on their way to calling off. I'm afraid we're headed for significant blowout. 

As for me, I'm putting myself on a bit of notice. I need to figure out how to sustain my passion for writing but I also need to make a living. I'm worried that Trump is somehow making it acceptable to be a complete asshole. And if there is such a thing as a trickle down situation, I'm more than worried about how all of this plays into business practices. We all have to be better than this. I have to be better than this. And so do you. It's time for a change. Remarkable to me that this country elected Trump because apparently we wanted change. So much has been written about the power of change, but how about when it doesn't feel so hot? Maybe change is not always good?  Or maybe bad changes somehow make us better in the long run? That's a bit of American optimism right there. 

My point of this little rant is that the amount of change happening is unfathomable- leaps and bounds bigger than it's ever been- positively seismic. I need to find my place within it, but right now I'm fidget spinning my way into the Summer and would like very much to find friends and coworkers and inspiration in the good that I know is still out there, somewhere.

I guess what I'm saying is that I feel everything is connected, and I'm trying to navigate some very tricky waters right now, personally and professionally. Some of you may not be feeling any of this, and some of you may be feeling it in spades. Regardless, how will we get through all of this deep uncertainty? For me, I'm going to do everything I can to get ahead of what I see as an inevitability- I'm being forced to question everything of late and I'm still in an inquisitive mood, though I hope the answers come soon. I hate to feel unsettled and uncertain but if you too are going through a big transition, maybe we all need to revel in the unknown and not fear it. I told somebody that very recently, and I suppose I need to take my own advice.

So in such weird times, I'm holding on tight and trying to fasten my seatbelt slightly tired. I have a feeling it's going to be a bit of a bumpy ride, but I'm hopeful I'll get there. I'm very much a "right now" kind of girl, so this feeling of in between is not ideal for me.

Cause that's what's up this having a little faith kind of Friday in the 718. Yours, in keeping it together, or trying to. By the way, I'm open to suggestions. Feel free to reach out if you too are trying to weather the storm or have come out the other end- better, stronger, and whatever else. XO

On career shifts and that inevitable New York question

Good morning, Tuesday. I slept in a bit this am and skipped yoga just because. Khan snuggled up next to me is all the down dog I'll be getting today. Oh well.

So lately I've been obsessing about career moves. (What else is new?)

I live in a city where everyone's first question is inevitably "what do you do?" It's beyond strange how forward that feels and how in other parts of the country and the world, it's not necessarily the first thing out of one's mouth when meeting someone new. But this is New York, and our equity as humans is tied very tightly to how we make a living. Perhaps this has changed a bit with the advent of the gig economy, but still- everyone wants to know just how you can afford to live in this crazy place, and that's the truth.

For many years as you know, I've been a producer. And I'm not being boastful, but I'm good at it. I just am. I know how to solve problems, I've been doing it forever, and I respect great ideas and try to give them the integrity they deserve when I come up with a plan to produce or make things. So it was always easy for me to answer the above question- I'm a producer. Of photography primarily, but I can do other things. That was always my default answer.  And I could say this with a great deal of conviction because that's what I did, and it was easy to explain. But it was the other part of the answer that always tripped me up- those "other things". Because deep down I knew that "just" producing was not a full picture of what I did, or what I aimed to do. It's no knock on producing mind you- Lord bless the sorry lot of us who have worked in production for most of our careers- it's not an easy job in the least and the stress is off the charts. 

So cut to now.  To be perfectly honest, the work is not quite as steady as it should be. As a freelance producer, I was busy for years and years and loving it. But lately, it feels like the freelance well is running a bit dry- many in the ad game who do what I do are diversifying- by learning how to produce video, digital, experiential, you name it. I'd be happy to do those things I guess but if you've been reading this blog you know my true love is writing. So why do I have such a hard time calling myself a writer? In the age of social media influence, can't we be whatever we want? So why in such a creatively democratic age is this such a struggle? 

I'm sure there's a number of reasons for it. First, New York City is bursting with writers. It's kind of writer central. Some of the best writers in the world live here, and have been writing professionally for possibly longer than I've been alive- it's an elitist world in a way and super hard to break into. Second, writers are not my tribe. What I mean by that is I have surrounded myself with ad people, photographers, and those that are in my primary career sphere forever. I find myself uncomfortable around groups of writers, but perhaps that's my own intimidation. I know I need to start connecting with other writers in order for me to become the best I can be as well as make a living doing it. Case in point- this weekend I did birthday dim sum for a friend's 40th at one of those crazy dim sum halls in Chinatown. She happens to be an accomplished food writer, and at the party, there were lots of writer types. As we ate endless dumplings, the question of "what do you do" came up, as it always does, but in a bit of a different way. Instead, the question was "How do you know Gabriella? Are you a writer too?" Oy.

My husband looked at me, waiting for my response. I squished my eyes a bit and said, "Well, kinda, not really, I don't know, can you pass the dumplings"?

There's confidence for you. Why was I so afraid to say I was indeed a writer? Is it because my primary way to pay rent is through my life as a producer? Or is it because I'm not yet convinced that I am said writer? It was a humbling moment for me, but one that bugged me. I guess I'm afraid of being a phony, a sham. In a city of so much talent, who am I to say this is what I do?

And further, why on Earth do I care what people think? After all, I take to this blog as much as I can and share as much as I can. I mean, I am a writer. I've been one since childhood. It's all I've ever really wanted to do. I took many paths away from it through the years and now here I am, back at it. I also think I'm somewhat traumatized by a lifetime in advertising, where you are put in silos in order to assess whose job it is to do what. There is a writer. There is an art director. There is an account person. A strategist type. A media person. A project manager. And of course, a producer.  It is so rare for people to move within these boxes- as much as agencies say they want people who have multiple skills, it's very hard to do more than one thing within the agency structure. Sure producers might cross media and work on video, digital, and whatever else, but damn if an account person is going to art direct a photoshoot. Or they better not try. Ha. 

Advertising is an industry of specialists, not generalists. I don't care what agencies tell you. That's the way it is and I see no sign of it changing. Sure people are tackling more as agencies hire less, but nobody likes it.  Producers produce. They are often asked now to be more client facing, but they're still producers. Everyone's being asked to do more, but it's still within their very narrow job description. The upside? It sure makes it easy to answer the New York question.  (I assume this is also an LA question, by the way. Though there, it somehow seems more normal to have many slashes in what you do- as in waiter/writer/producer).

My point is that all of this categorizing makes it easy to answer the WDYD question, but it does a bit of a number on you as well. I've been conditioned to think that writing should be left to the writers, because that's how the ad business works. They may tell you good ideas can come from anywhere, but they kind of don't mean it. It's a very territorial game, advertising. And I suppose I was never one for turf wars.

But now that my life in advertising seems to be slowing down, I'm trying to embrace that I am a writer, that I will be a writer, that I've always been a writer. I may not be living on what I make as a writer, but that's ok. I'm curious about the next time I get asked that dinner party question- how will I answer? It may be a while before I can say "I'm a writer" with any sense of conviction, but I'll do everything I can to get there. Sure I'll still produce projects, that's my left limb. But maybe my right limb wants a new move. Thanks to those who support and encourage me to keep going on this path. It means the world. I have never felt more drawn to reinvention than I do right now. Or in my case, rediscovery for a passion I've had my entire life.

Cause that's what's up this questionable Tuesday in the 718. Yours, in writing it all down. XO

Maven pick: A scent to summon your inner child

Good morning, Monday. Hope you all had a lovely weekend- I went to see Dead and Co and even though Bob Weir now resembles Jerry Garcia, it's all good. Was a fun show out at Citifield where the Mets play and John Mayer was actually outstanding. Pleasantly surprised, ad was fun to relive some of the old mojo. Not quite ready to hit the road with them and sell Sierra Nevada out of the back of a van, but still a great show (though that option is not sounding bad, more on career stuff later this week).

Anyhoo, it's Summer (duh) and if you are like me, you switch up all kinds of stuff when it comes to beauty- a good toner becomes key amidst so much sweat and a less intense moisturizer for the face for instance. But first and foremost when it comes to Summer is fragrance. Or at least it is for me.

In the Summer my go tos have always been Kai and Calypso's Mimosa (my husband loves this one), and perhaps some Gypsy Water to boot. Oh and can't live without my Nuxe perfume- it literally smells like the best beach- a standout. But a recent peruse in City Chemists
(a BK fav) in Brooklyn Heights found me sniffing out something new; and it's called Child.  I am so happy I found it- have been on the hunt for a Summer scent and wanted it to just come to me. So my first reaction to this cultish scent?

Oh. Yum.

This is good stuff, ladies. It's got all the beautiful white floral notes for Summer- Jasmine, magnolia, mimosa but I also detect some vanilla and sandalwood which give it that good hippie child yumminess. Apparently, LA ladies have been wearing this scent forever, but now that it's here on the East Coast,  this is a quick Summer must have for smelling delicious. I tried the roll on which I love for a lighter feel in warm weather and I have been smelling my wrists ever since. The scent is intriguing because it changes and I love that- all iterations of it have been lovely so far. Fabulous dry down and suspect it smells slightly different on everyone which is lovely. I love the name too because the scent definitely has a young and fresh vibe- but is also a bit wild child to boot in such a pretty and feminine way, but not too girly at all, which I hate. I'm obsessed. Summer has a playfulness that suits the name of this scent, but its boho sophistication is all woman.

I love a seasonal discovery so thought I'd share it with you. It's so perfect for that free spirited feeling you want in the Summer time- I see wearing this with all white, a lovely tan, and inhaling myself until September. It's that good.

Cause that's what's up this sharing my scent knowledge kind of Monday in the 718. Yours in smelling good and feeling good. XO