Maven pick: That foundation everyone's talking about.

Good morning, Monday. It's a less than beautiful day in the neighborhood but who cares? I'm off to a fun adventure on Wednesday and counting the minutes.

I have not started packing but was looking to streamline my cosmetics/toiletries so stumbled into the Deciem/Abnormal Beauty Company  store in my neighborhood for a peek at their now culty, waitlisted foundation. If you've been under a beauty rock, you may not have heard of this brand- but it's making quite a bit of buzz- from its weirdo CEO to it's affordable yet aspirational product line-up. Here's the deal:

So far so GREAT. I am loving the serum foundation- I bought the heavier coverage one too (at 7 bucks a pop why not?) but feel the sheer version is a better, more luxe consistency- super sheer and more like a tinted moisturizer which I love for Summer sweatiness. I highly recommend giving it a go.  Comes in many different shades so a bit of a guessing game, but I ended up in medium beige land with pink undertones.

I've also used two of their eye serums -both of which I like very much. The Subq is great for under eye bags and wrinkles. And the Fractionated Serum is fabulous for anti-aging properties. I really, really love it and see a big difference. It's a bit more expensive but still less than La Mer by a long shot.

Anyway, with Summer here it's time to lighten up the makeup bag and keep things a bit more low key. I highly recommend the foundation- no harm in trying and super easy on the budget. 

Cause that's what's up this beauty biz of a Monday in the 212. Yours, in money well spent. XO

Maven takes a trip. Now what to wear on the plane and beyond?

Good morning, Wednesday. I'm flying in a week and off to the land of haggis, castles, and beautiful green. I'm ecstatic. And with an overnight flight looming, of course I've been thinking about what to wear on the plane. And somehow, I've come up with pajamas. Silk ones.

Now I know some of you are wondering wtf is wrong with me. But truly, I love the look of pajamas on the street and it truly works on certain people. Jena Lyons case in point. I'm just not sure I fit the brief but we shall see. There's a pair on sale at The Outnet from Equipment that caught my eye, and these wild printed ones at Matches are pretty spectacular. And the navy polka dot version from Asceno? Love.

Then again, I may go Pashko, Patrick Robinson's travel friendly line with pieces that pack and wear well. I ordered a blazer and some pants (you can order two pieces to try free of charge) so look forward to seeing how those look. I own two pairs of pants from them and they are amazingly comfy and chic. 

Either way, I like a chic airplane look. It sets me up well for a sleepless flight. I can't sleep on planes no matter what class I'm sitting in, so I might as well look above board. Would love to hear what my fellow fashionistas wear on a plane. I spoke to one pal who told me she likes to disappear so nobody will look at or talk to her thus black leggings, black sweater. I wear that anyway, so leggings are most definitely an option. And I think I may have a black sweater or two. I like to wear a lightweight cashmere en flight myself- Rag and Bone's cashmere v-neck sweaters (particularly when they are on sale) are my favorites.

Anyway, don't get me started on how I shall pack. I'm not terribly worried but one does think of McQueen in Scotland- his collections were oft inspired by his ancestral homeland (particularly the Highland Rape and Widows of Culloden collections) of Skye and his ashes were scattered there. I do so love a good tartan.  And though this picture is of a castle of England, this image remains one of my all time fashion favs and always reminds me of my time in Scotland- I can't wait to go again. There's something about that place.

Cause that's what's up this almost outta here kind of Wednesday in the 212.Yours, in sleepwear is streetwear. XO

Summer in the city is dreamy

Good afternoon, Tuesday. Hope you all had a restful and lovely long weekend. We were deeply entrenched in Operation Scotland and planning our trip point by point. Very much looking forward to it.

So this weekend I wrote a post on Facebook about how much I love Summer weekends in the city, particularly at the start of the season. There is something so lovely and Vanilla Sky-like about having the city to yourself- our weekend was quiet in the best of ways, the leafy streets getting time to breathe from the huddled, gentrified masses who yearned to breathe free and hightailed it up the Hudson or the Hamptons. Generally this causes a deep FOMO within my soul thanks to the magic of Instagram and the endless stream of sunflare/rose pics. But this time, I felt giddy. Because all the D bags were gone out of the city and the rest of us were left to enjoy endless parking spots, open restaurant reservations, and a general chill vibe I needed desperately. I went to a movie, met a friend for brunch, took endless walks with Khan and D, and everything was just right.  I felt like the only living girl in New York. And it felt really, really good.

Listen none of us live here for a quiet life. We make a deal with the dev and spend hours in traffic, in cramped subways, and wonder why we can still never seem to get a table at this restaurant or that. But when this city is dialed down for Summer, it's truly magical. And delicious. And easy breezy.

I'm sure later on in the Summer, I'll be hankering for some time out East. Perhaps. But now that I can get lobster rolls in Red Hook while not having to put up with all the flash, I'm so happy. So if you don't have 40K or so sitting around to rent a spot in Montauk for a month, it's cool. We can kick it in the city and enjoy the quiet hum of Summertime in New York. For the rest of you who wish to "get away" by simply doing everything you do at home out East, go on. You know where to find me. I do love myself a beach of course, but I may just ban the Hamptons. I prefer to go in October or post-season. Much more civilized. 

Yes, I think that will do.

Cause that's what's up this FOMO free Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in enjoying the silence. Can't wait till Summer Friday this week.  XO

The Summer style edit: Three brands to know for beach-ready basics

Good late morning, Thursday. It's about to be a long weekend, and I for one can't wait to disconnect and reconnect. And though the forecast looks slightly less than beachy keen, I'm happy to straight up kick it at home. But that doesn't keep my mind from going to the sunshine.

I'm a girl who fantasizes about the perfect vacation wardrobe, and ideally, dressing like I'm on vacation all the time. I love flowy and loose frocks, I love Summer boho, luxe hippie, gypsetter, or whatever the cool kids are calling it these days. That's just so my vibe. Even though I bitch and moan about the heat, I do love me a good Summer frock. Easy, breezy, lovely.

So I'm crushing HARD on a few brands of late that had me at first glance. Here's a few peeps at some Summer vacation ready pieces that are just the absolute most.

Marysia is a brand I discovered on Net-a-Porter (if you haven't checked out their sale yet, run, don't walk. Unreal deals). I love the ease of their pieces and since I'm an all around dress fan, there's so many great options. Plus eyelet. I love eyelet. Brown eyelet. Yes please.  l love the French vibe of it- the designer is a former ballerina from Poland but there's something distinctly French about it all, non? 

Another brand I love is Three Graces London. Think Talitha Getty. And if you don't know who that is, just think Moroccan/gypset/luxe hippie vibes. I am DYING over this maroon dress. It's just too perfect. The aforementioned Net-a-Porter has many of their pieces on sale. Yes.

One more for the road is my recent rediscovery of Mara Hoffman. Not only are her bathing suits completely divine, but the cover ups are somehow modern and not too hippie dip if that's not your trip. Super cute. More Rockaways than Hamptons in a way. PS that one piece bathing suit is called the "Maven". Love that.

And for bonus points, this Ulla Johnson Rona bag is so, so major. I love it- vintage and modern all at once.

So in anticipation of the soft launch of Summer, have a restful and safe weekend. I'll be dreaming of the ocean and all of these flirty little frocks. XO

Are you there, Stella? It's me, Sheri.

Good afternoon, Monday. Cheers. It'a a late day post kind of day.

So the hubs and I are going to Scotland for ten days. I'm so excited. Perhaps a few of you know my deep love for this country, and the fact I've been twice and have always dreamt of returning. Wish granted in just a few weeks.

We are going to drive the whole country- starting in Edinburgh and driving way up the Isle of Skye. If any of you know Scotland, you know it's a wild, jagged, green place where one could imagine anything from Game of Thrones to a Bronte novel to any sort of medieval times moment. And it's also a trip that involves quite a bit of nature, which we know, is not my strong suit.

Before you get all up in my kilt, let me explain. 

I'm just not an outdoorsy girl. I do love the beach, and I do love the mountains. But I'm not one for a hike exactly. I will say that the amount of green in a Scottish landscape has me very much at hello. Because I adore green, and being in a lot of green is very good for me, even though I'm very much a city girl. I'm down to run around and then some and check out all the splendor.

And as we gear up for this trip, David keeps sending me places where we can hike. Truth be told, they are countless. And what do I send him when it comes to what we can do in Scotland? The fact that Stella Tennant lives in Scotland outside of Edinburgh. And I'd like to pay homage. And don't think for a minute hers was not the first name I looked up when trying to gather inspiration for what to pack. Because Stella has always been one of my favorites- and if I can channel her in any way, I will. 

So David wants to hike the coast. I want to supermodel spot and drink a pint. I assume there will be a healthy mix. But I wanted to share that, and if any of you are Scot-literate, do tell me your fav spots. I'm excited to run around Scotland again. If I see Stella, you know I'll say hello.

Cause that's what's up this eternal sunshine of the Scottish mind kind of Monday in the 212. Yours, in supers and haggis. XO

Don't let the rain getcha down. Because Liam Gallagher.

Good afternoon, Thursday.

Last night I stood in the rain for about four hours to see Liam Gallagher. And I'd do it all again.

He played along with Richard Ashcroft, another favorite, and it felt properly English/Glastonbury to be standing in a pair of Wellies in the mud while British flags waved. My husband was working late and his best friend gallantly agreed to try and tough out the rain with me, but ended up bailing at the end of Ashcroft's performance, which ended in an epic "Drugs Don't Work". Big mistake. Huge. 

Because it stopped raining during Liam's set and he did not disappoint. Maven watchers know how much I live for Liam. I wouldn't have missed it for the world. The parka was on. The attitude was there. The iconic mike stance was in full effect. It was everything. And it made me realize that no matter how old I am, I am forever a fan girl when it come to music. It's hard for me to imagine life without it, it's so important to me and continues to inspire me to this day.  And I'm glad I didn't bail because of the weather.  It was worth a slight case of the chills mixed with a bit of sweat. Thank goodness for Hunter boots.

So on this TBT, let's love up on Liam. I'm still dreaming of his awesome set, short and sweet but altogether lovely. He truly is a rock and roll star. A little older, perhaps a little wiser, but still, very much Liam. And I'd hang in most weather or other pesky situations to show my love and support. That signature voice and snarl and attitude is still so on point. And it speaks to me and all the other loons in the audience who hung on his every word.  Liam's gonna live forever.

Here's a clip of one of my fav songs off his latest albums. The song's called "For What It's Worth", and it's totally worth it. I love him forever and ever. He played it last night and it was biblical.

Cause that's what's up this Brit poppy Thursday in the 212. Yours, in bittersweet symphonies. XO

Maven Pick: Gucci's new couture candy store will make you feel like a (very stylish) kid again

Good morning, little Monday. I wish I could say it was a relaxing weekend, but alas- no. From the looks of things, your mother is not quite as, well, challenging as my mother. But let's leave that there. I also did the whole Spring/Summer switcheroo this weekend and man, that's WORK. My wardrobe is a bit out of control- glad we hauled out 7 contractor bags to donate. Oy.

But enough about that- I wanted to write a post about my favorite new retail experience- the new Gucci store down on Wooster Street in Soho. OMG.

Unless you've been under a fashion rock, you know full well that Gucci under Alessandro Michele has been nothing short of a revolution. Everyone's clamoring for a small piece of the psychedelic, technicolor Gucci dream- from star stamped loafers to embroidered mules to monogrammed bags, Gucci is kind of everything right now. And though it's beyond expensive, it's luxe that feels really fun and it's even more fun to see in person. We all know bricks and mortar is in peril of late, but I truly believe if you make it fun, they will come. In droves.

Everything about this store is designed to make the hardest fashion girl and boy smile. Picture a couture candy shop. 

I adore the design of the store- it's all set up for play and fun and amazing colorful indulgence. And truly, I've been clocking their shoes and bags of late, but the clothes are SO GOOD TOO. That trench. The lace warm up suit. The beautiful purple dress. I want it all. And I want it now. 

What's groundbreaking about betting on retail these days is understanding the new consumerism, and Gucci gets an A+ here. According to Business of Fashion, they "wanted the store to feel 'inclusive,' with customers encouraged to handle merchandise themselves or just spend time inside, even if they don't buy anything. Customers can listen to a house music documentary on custom-made cat-eared headphones, check out a preview of an upcoming collaboration with Dapper Dan or use augmented reality to design their own bag or shoe." And that's the other big news- collaborating with the very designer who ripped them off is a stroke of sheer genius. Love that.

And the staff, which Business of Fashion referred to as not just sales associates but "connectors" do everything they can to make the store a super fun carnival ride. I can't say enough about how inspired the vibe is in the store- it's making fashion fun again and I am all kinds of in favor of that. It's a must see if you are in New York or plan to visit soon. 

I can't wait to go back- oh and that old school tote you can monogram with your initials? I'm coming for you. One way or another.

Cause that's what's up this interlocking G of a Monday in the 212. Yours, in fashion fantasy. XO

The Gucci Store is located at 63 Wooster Street in Soho.

Praying at the altar of high fashion for tonight's Met Ball

Good morning, Monday. What a glorious weekend of relaxing and enjoying a few days off. But alas, back to work it is.

Tonight is the Met Ball, where fashion fanatics will come together to laud the latest Costume Institute show, called "Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and the Catholic Imagination". Needless to say, this is going to be GOOD. Great even. And if these celebs don't get it right tonight, it's sad. Because truly, fashion has had a divine relationship with religion for a very long time.

I've always been intrigued by Catholicism, as any good Jewish girl would. Plus I love anything Italian, so there's that. I still can't shake that image of Jude Law as the pope. The best. Staunch Catholic readers (as if I have any), please take heed. I'm not in any way making fun of your religion- it's just a fascinating subject and pretty sure it's going to be a stellar show. 

There's the guilt, the sense of family, the iconography. I love Renaissance art and have always been enchanted with religious paintings. I love the solemn nature of Catholicism- it's dark, it's beyond controversial at this point, but there's something very beautiful about it. Blind faith- what a concept. No Jew could ever get behind that- we're taught to question anything and everything, except for our mothers. ;)

Anyway, I suspect there will be a ton of Italian style on the red carpet- Dolce & Gabbana and Valentino are simply no brainers for this soiree. 

I would of course love to see some McQueen- both old and new, who was no stranger to this sort of pious couture. Sarah Burton continues to hold the torch- how much do we love that leather corset look? 

And someone should absolutely wear the Row. Like most definitely. Monastic chic.

Also- I'd take the queen in Game of Thrones's style ANY DAY for a bit of the naughty heretic look. Amazing. Cersei. Love.

And how much did I love Anna Wintour's first American Vogue cover, back in 1988 when model Michaela Bercu rocked the heck out of that Lacroix top at the top of this post, with jeans. SCANDALOUS. (We later found out she couldn't fit into the skirt, thus the jeans. But what a happy bit of divine intervention). 

Anyway, if you worship at the altar of fashion like I do, you must tune in and watch the red carpet. I don't think they're streaming but quite sure Vogue will be live blogging or whatever.  I love this theme and can't wait to see the show. 

All about bob(s).

Good morning, Thursday. It's hot as a mofo out.

So I was cruising through the Gramz this 'am and always love checking out Jen Atkin's hair inspiration.  Jen is known for tending to the Kardashian clan's tresses but I also love her feed because there's always something trendworthy there when it comes to hair.

And of course, a change in weather has most of us gals thinking about Summer hair. And since I generally almost always have some version of a bob, I adore all of these fabulous looks- I have a huge crush on that Mica Arganaraz by the way. The girl with the curls above. OMG. She's to die for. CHIC.

Also those little French messy bobs are perfectly je ne sais quoi.  I love the shorter bobs shown here- and that bold eye. Fabulous beyond. I just wanted to break you off a little bit of hair inspiration- Refinery 29 is calling these looks the haircuts of Summer so get on it. I have that last story cut out from Bazaar (The Bob Squad) on my inspo board. Love that hair. 

Cause that's what's up this short hair don't care kind of Thursday in the 212. Yours, in good looks. XO

On taking it easy

Good morning, sunshine. It is a bloody beautiful day here in the best city in the world. The kind of day where you just want to drink in the goodness, but alas, duty calls. And midtown. The sun's even shining in midtown. And that's something.

So was thinking about this the other day in pilates- when I wanted to curse my teacher for making the class so damn hard. I hated it the entire time. Not a moment of joy. And that got me thinking- why do we award things and give more value to things that are "hard"? Is it because overcoming challenges is important to our growth? Of course. But some of us are not motivated by hard. I mean, I like a challenge as much as the next girl, but at this stage in my life, I wonder if there's anything wrong with making things a little bit easier?

And I guess everyone has their own definition of what's hard. I live in a city that many would argue is the hardest to live in in the entire country, but I tried living somewhere easier (Miami) and found it super hard. Ha. It's true.

What I'm getting at is this conditioning we all endure that tells us we must go through hell to come out the other side, or some version of hard. I don't disagree entirely, but damn if I don't just want to bring on the easy. Or whatever my version of that is. Some people like a deep tissue massage, some people like to be tickled with a feather. That's life. Guess which one I like better?

For instance, finding out what I really want to be when I grow up is hard. Dealing with family stuff is bloody hard. Accepting the way you look is hard.  I suppose it's all perception really but that's stuff I have always found super tough in terms of day to day life.

But here's what's always been easy for me- being creative. Expressing my style.  Laughing a lot. And in terms of work, working with people I care about and admire and respect- that makes the hard work very easy.  I love ease. I'm into it. I want more of it in my life. I guess my point of this whole post is to say- instead of striving for things that are hard (like a marathon for instance), why not strive for life to be easy? What's wrong with that? Of course my Jewish sense of suffering struggles with this way of thinking. I've been raised to think everything is hard anyway. And maybe it's really just about changing my state of mind- is a pilates class really that hard in the scheme of things? I can anything for an hour, right? And sure, the results make it great but if I think of it as too hard, I lose the urge to go. But I persist somehow.

I dunno just something I've been thinking about lately. The focus on "hard" work. Right now, I really would love to just take it easy, whatever that may entail, I'm all in. You go run a marathon. I'll be right over here.

Cause that's what's up this easy, breezy Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in getting there. XO