tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:/posts the world according to sherimaven 2019-04-17T12:27:32Z Sheri Rosenberg tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1398853 2019-04-17T12:20:59Z 2019-04-17T12:27:32Z On burning out, selling out, and generation gaps

Good morning, Wednesday. Gettin' over that hump.

So the other day on the Facebook I posted about a commercial from Fidelity Investments, talking about retirement with the backing track of "If You Leave" by OMD, made infamous by the movie "Pretty in Pink". Gulp. So many feelings. 

If this is a commercial clearly marketed at Gen X,  it gave me pause. How many of us are thinking about retirement? I guess it's not that far fetched but still- it feels so strange. Whoever thought that the Duck man would become an old man? 

But besides that, I loved that a pal of mine from high school commented about whether or not the band "sold out" by selling the rights to their music for this admittedly cheesy commercial. Spoken like a true Xer. And I think that's the biggest difference between us and them. And by them I mean the millennials. Because for millennials, selling out is so not a thing. With mounting student loans and living at home longer and the cult of Instafame, all cards that lead to wealth and fame are cards that should always be played. I can't help but wonder if all that fame seeking makes millennials as difficult to work with as many people say they are. Is it because the traditional workplace is simply too confining for people who dream of being front and center and are merely background players? They're also notoriously prone to early burnout. Sellouts and burnouts. Not a great look. Maybe Neil Young had it right all those years ago. Is it better to burn out than to fade away? Kurt Cobain put that famous line in his suicide note, and I remember him being criticized by fans for going too mainstream.That used to be a thing. It isn't now.

As for my generation? We never showed our hand when it came to "selling out". It was beyond frowned upon, even though we were the MTV generation and brands were clamoring to be our pals. They just weren't giving us products to feature on social media. Or write about on our blogs. Because we didn't have those things. And we were familiar with 15 minutes of fame but we didn't care.What a difference a generation makes.

And now that Generation Z is hot on the heels of millennials as the new golden child of demography, it will be interesting to see how they handle the notion of selling out, because after all, they are our kids. And they're already being touted as more cynical than millennials. That's prototypical X behavior right there.

That said, many Xers would now probably love the opportunity to shill for brands and pocket some cold, hard cash. We're not idiots. It's just that not many of us are being asked to the party. Besides being an audience to commercials that features the music we grew up with. So are you willing to sell out? And what does that even mean in such a blurry world where brands are expected to lead conversations and be in service of consumers? Interesting times these.

Cause that's what's up this X marks the spot kind of Wednesday in the 718. Yours, in selling out vs. burning out. XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1398091 2019-04-15T12:32:32Z 2019-04-15T12:32:33Z All grown up? Be a kid again.

Good morning, Monday. Hope your weekend was all that. How 'bout that Game of Thrones though?

So I've talked about this before but it's worth chatting again given my recent posts about reinvention. I have always held true to the belief that going back to childhood for clues about what you should really be doing with your life is a sound strategy. As in- go on, be a kid again.

What I mean by this is that those romantic poets we studied in English lit were on to something. Wordsworth famously said that "the child is the father of man". I believe that to be true, particularly when it comes to our life's work. I'm well aware that a few things happen along the way in this thing called life. But to me, being a child is the purest expression of who we are, before the world gets a hold of us and influences us to sometimes not follow our dreams. This may not be true for everyone mind you, but it's certainly true for me.

As a child all of my time and energy and focus was spent on creative pursuits. Whether I was drawing or writing, it was always a creative endeavor that made me happy and feel most myself. I recently watched this excellent documentary on Antonio Lopez, whose fashion illustrations were hugely influential on me as a child. I would stare at them for hours and try to draw my very own version. I also wrote short stories and poems and was always so intrigued by artists and writers during my young life. But then of course life happened and i took a bit of a different path. It's true I've always worked with creative people, but having had such a strong identity as a creative as a child, I spent a lifetime wondering how to get back there. And here I am. Inner child cliches aside, I feel back in touch with the person I always wanted to be.

If you are feeling lost in the dark woods of indecision about what to do next, look forward, but also look back. I guarantee there are some clues in your young life to help decode your future. And if you're doing something you really love that allows you to connect to that pure joy you felt as a kiddo, that's just awesome. 

And for all my pals who are parents out there, please encourage your children to follow their dreams, however crazy they may sound. Be a guardian of what they love and enjoy that journey with them. It's everything.

Wishing you lots of love and inspiration this week. "Tis the season for reinvention. Cause that's what's up this thing called life kind of Monday in the 718. Yours, in not kidding around. XO


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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1397318 2019-04-12T12:51:02Z 2019-04-12T12:51:57Z Keep your box. I'll check my own.

Good morning, Friday. TGIF. First of all, thank you for all the tremendous love you've shown me, and thanks to the Ageist for publishing a version of my piece on ageism in advertising. It's incredibly affirming and I feel so focused on what's next for me.

So one thing I was thinking about was this- this whole notion of reinvention/rebooting is not something that came into my life as I realized I was growing out of my lifelong career. It started very, very young for me. I've always had wanderlust when it comes to work. Maybe it's because I had the nagging sense that somehow, what I was doing was not me living my most authentic life when it came to my career. I worked for the best agencies. I worked with the best creative talent. I stayed in incredible hotels and got to see some beautiful places. And all of that was wonderful. But I'd be lying if I said there were many days and nights when I yearned for something else. And that's hard. It was hard my entire life. I have often been accused of "grass is always greener" thinking. But maybe it's because I had the sneaking suspicion that there was something else I wanted. It was just hard for me to see. And the distraction of a very busy and stressful career didn't help. 

I searched so often for what it would take. But the nagging voice was the one that told me to "do my own thing".

That's the voice I heard over and over again. Sometimes I told it to shut the hell up. Other times I tried to listen to it but got too nervous to really hear it. Truth is, I've been a writer my entire life. And the other truth? People in advertising would never, ever think of me as one. And I know that's what kept me from doing this sooner. The fear. 

The fear that people whose creativity I had come to respect and admire would somehow deem me "not good enough". Or "who does she think she is being a writer now"? I know- it's defeatist and ridiculous but if you've worked in advertising you know why I say this. Because there is not a more siloed industry I can think of. Besides maybe factory work. It's completely insane. How on Earth can a house built on creativity put everyone in little boxes? I get that in a place that is at its best set up to make stuff, everybody needs a role. But to not accept and encourage talented people for all they can do seems ridiculous. And insecure.  Also why on Earth was I so afraid of what people would think? That is just so...argh.  If I'm mad at myself for anything, it's that.

And since the big marketing buzzword of the past couple of years has been "agility", I challenge members of the ad community and all workplaces to embrace people who may know a thing or two about more than a thing or two. There are polyglots everywhere. Why aren't we embracing them? Why is it so unfathomable that I can write and produce things? It's not. Or at least it's not to me. And if you want to retain great people, encourage them to share all their gifts. And then maybe people won't feel so stuck when they're left with a career that feels a little flat. Don't let other people put you in a box. Because you need to check your own when it comes to who you are and what you want.

And I started early on to grow weary of the typecasting. After all, I spent time as a trend forecaster and strategist, and of course, a producer. I clocked a ton of hours on this blog, and then I started slowly building a writing clientele which was absolutely amazing. And now here I am. I love to write for others, but I'm loving writing for myself. And that's where that whole "do your own thing" thing comes in. Finally.

I detest labels and titles and being compartmentalized. Unless of course, it's by your own volition. And right now, I am a writer. And that's what I'll be. And for the first time in forever, I don't want to be anything else. If you are or were fortunate enough to feel that way about work, lucky duck. But it doesn't matter when you get there. I just know that this whole reinvention thing weighed heavily on me my entire life. Because I just knew there was more.

Also, if you'r dealing with people who "don't see you" a certain way, it's hard to change them. And that's ok. I realize that most of my contacts in life are in advertising, but I also realized that very few of these people would help me when it comes to my writing. So I went around them and found my own people. And it's better like that. People are sometimes more comfortable thinking of you in one way. Like your parents. To them, you'll always be their little boy or little girl. And to some guy in high school or college you dated, you'll be remembered for the way you were, and not the way you are. And that makes sense. But as we grow and evolve and reinvent, we should surround ourselves with people who love the new and improved and current versions of ourselves. So that's very much my plan. I'm not saying some of those tried and true folks won't love you just the way you are, old or new. I am lucky to count many people like that in my friend and peer groups. Thank goodness. But chances are, it's going to be hard for some people to let go of the old you. So meh. Out with the old. Thank you. Next.

So the point here? I'm grateful. I'm excited. I feel inspired. And I do think that although torturous at times, I've been a lifelong rebooter, even if it was mostly in my own mind. I just knew there was something else. Always.

And I'm super curious about all of your journeys. How you've fared out there in this brave, new world. What are your fears and concerns? What's inspired you to push through? When did your lightbulb go off or are you still sitting in the dark? Talk to me. I'm here. And thank you again for all the love and support. It means the world. Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf? Not me.  

Cause that's what's up this keeping up with the changes kind of Friday in the 718, Yours, in roads to nowhere that
lead, well, everywhere. XO





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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1395965 2019-04-09T12:35:35Z 2019-04-09T12:36:10Z It's only 8:27 and I've already seized the day. Or at least, the doorbell.

Good morning, Tuesday. It's 8 am and I'm already proud of myself.

Because at precisely 7:40, my doorbell started buzzing. And it wouldn't stop. And I don't know how many you have been regaled by the dulcet sounds of a New York doorbell (holy shrill), but wow. Good morning.

Funny thing is- this happened about two weeks ago. And at that time my neighbor, who I think may be in the CIA, came to my rescue and unscrewed the sucker and cut the wires. If anyone knows how to cut wires- it was this guy. Me? Not really.

So finally the repair guy came yesterday- he of about 110 years. In two seconds he fixed it. Supposedly. Finally- Seamless could deliver again and I didn't have to go down three flights to let them in. YES.

But no.

David left for work early this am and just as I was drinking my first cup of coffee, el buzzer struck again. Khan started barking his head off. I started yelling for no reason. I was hoping that upstairs possibly CIA homie would come down again and save me. But alas- nobody came to my rescue. And then I realized nobody was going to rescue me. And then I felt guilty for needing rescue. I mean- we've come so far. What would Rhoda Morgenstern do? Why is the refrigerator still open? Should I put on a bra? 

At that moment, I called David, who happened to answer. After ransacking his too box, he directed me to where I might find the right screwdriver and then I went straight up MacGyver on the sucker. I unscrewed wires like a pro. I know most of you are snickering. Single women in particular. You do this shit all the time. And women with kids- you birthed babies out of your vaginas. Surely unscrewing an intercom would not be so tough for you. But as someone who relies very heavily on my husband to do things like this, I was not unpleased to have figured this out. And only two sips of coffee in too. 

Sometimes as a wife, I'm guilty of relying too much on my man to do stuff I don't want to do.  Even if I do believe women can do anything. It's true I phoned a friend aka my husband to guide me, but still, I did it. And Khan is still staring at it like "wtf just happened"?

So that's my morning excitement. What you got? Cheers to the women who are handy and can fix stuff. DIY all the way, as dumb as that sounds for something as simple as this. I have solved very complex problems in business, yet there I was, panicking over a doorbell. And scene.

Cause that's what's up this cuckoo Tuesday in the 718. Yours, in wifey got this. Grateful for inspiration, wherever and whenever it may strike.  XO

PS- On the small chance you are a millennial or some such and you don't know who Rhoda Morgenstern is, here you go. She's a fav of mine. That's her above too. Carry on.


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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1395249 2019-04-08T14:38:46Z 2019-04-09T22:54:20Z Out on the town, and nothing to wear

Good morning, Monday. Thanks for all the love after Friday's post. I appreciate all the lovely messages I received of support and some of concern. I'm actually ok. I'm just learning to live my most authentic life and I'm devoted to sharing more of my deepest thoughts with you. More on that later in the week.

As for today, I'm officially stumped on a wardrobe thing. I know, right? That doesn't normally happen to me. But I was invited to a 50th birthday girl's weekend in Vegas at the end of this month and the dress code is one of my favorites: caftan chic. I've got that down. Don't worry. My caftans have caftans.

But we're going out on the town Saturday night so that caftan may not cut it. Needless to say, I don't require many nighttime looks these days. The last time I was out past midnight? I don't even remember . That's just not my thing anymore and I'm more than fine with it. But I remember all those nights as a younger woman in New York and all of those LOOKS, girl. So many looks, so little time.

If you lived in New York in the 90s, you no doubt owned about 5 pairs of black pants at the very least, which you wore with a cute "going out" top. Mine included some ribbed cap sleeve sweaters as well as some silky button downs a la Gucci (but not Gucci) with some sort of sexy bra peeking out underneath. There were also suede minis, and one white pleather one, worn with knee high boots. In the summer? My bevy of slip dresses. Often worn with a ribbed tank or nothing at all underneath and some Converse slides or plaftorm clogs. There were also of course some LBDS. A lot of those too.

But cut to now.

I really wasn't planning on buying a thing for this trip as I'm all about saving and not spending these days, but my insomnia got the better of me the other night so I took a spin around the internet. And OMG. What happened to going out wear? Well, nothing really. It's just that I'm a good deal older now and the looks that were served to me did not feel right. At all. Too short. Too tight. Too in your face when it comes to sexy. I'm not a vulgarian. Or a Kardashian. And I hate that whole jeans and a "cute top" thing. That ain't me, babe. No no no.

So what's a girl to do when she's, well, no longer a girl? If you search any site's "night out" looks, you're going to be shocked at how cheesy it all looks. Or at least I was.

For a Saturday night in Vegas,  I started leaning towards something vintage. Black of course. Maybe a maxi. Maybe something beaded. Definitely something from the 70s. But then Etsy gave me a headache so I had to stop looking.

So I settled on a classic from my own closet-  a one shoulder black silk Helmut Lang midi dress- Grecian/caftan in shape but polished and sexy in the right way. That maybe with a pair of gold Gucci heels I splurged on a few seasons back. That could do the trick. And boom. I 'm still on brief with the caftan thing. If that look fails, I'll go for my trusty Malia mills black jumpsuit- Long sleeved, silky button down with the same heels I mentioned from Gucci and loads of gold around the neck. Could work. When in doubt, ask yourself: What would Bianca do? Works every time.

I'm looking forward to a little Vegas action. What's your go to look these days when it come to night moves? If I was feeling reedier, I think my default would be a tux jacket/trousers and some high heeled sandals a la this look from Hedi Slimane's time at Dior. I'd make the pants move of the stovetop varietal to keep it very slim. To me, that's perfection. Holy chic.

Cause that's what's up this out on the town kind of Monday in the 718. Yours, in keeping it together, and rolling the dice. XO


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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1394147 2019-04-05T13:50:26Z 2019-04-05T17:05:37Z Friday aka Cry day

Good morning, Friday. TGIF.

So this one's tough for me to write but I'll just say it- I'm a bit of a hormonal, emotional wreck.

Lately I've been ripping off a lot of band aids in my life- everything from switching career paths to taking care of my health to financial responsibility. And I'm feeling a little raw. And everything, and I do mean everything, is making me cry. The fact that my dog is getting old is making me cry. The push/pull/rollercoaster fun house of female hormones is making me cry. The story on the Today show about the pregnant mom battling breast cancer is doing me in.

Thing is, I've spent a career and lifetime being the strong one. Producer lady who holds it all together. Keeps everything positive. I'm very, very good at hiding my emotions and fears and sweeping them under a seemingly endless rug. But if I'm being truthful, I'm emotional. Very emotional. And very sensitive. My idols are tough women who seemingly never break but I'm sure they are reduced to puddles from time to time. Or at least it makes me feel better to think that. And back to those hormones- holy moly. One day is wonderful, the next? Telenovela dramatic.

I wouldn't say I'm depressed, ps. It's not really like that. It's just getting in touch with my emotional side. I've never been someone who cries at work. I've never been someone that likes to show my vulnerability. i come from a pretty emotional family and it's tough for me. I like to be my father's daughter and stay positive. That's still the case, ps. It's just an acknowledgement that right now, I'm in my feelings. Big time. And it's not about retreating from the world. It's just my default to run on a broken leg and pretend it's not broken. I guess in order to keep going, I have to acknowledge that sometimes, as a person and as a woman, tears need to come.  

I've spent a long time admiring the steely reserve of tough chicks. Also the cool countenance of  well bred WASPy types whose reedy frames match their elegance and cool, calm, collectedness. Or so they make you believe.

Thing is, as I get more and more in touch with my creative side, i think I'm getting back to my true sensitive self.  I think most people who really know me know that I'm a softy. And that's not to say my tough side is not going to come back. But right now, as I very consciously enter a new phase of my life, I'm staying close to my emotions.  We are taught as women that being emotional is weak. And though crying at work is not really my tempo, watching a sad story on morning television that triggers a crying bout feels cathartic, as is anything that brings you closer to your true self. It may even make you feel human when you spend the majority of your life just trying to be tough. Sometimes, you just gotta let it out. Because crying doesn't have to be negative. Sometimes, it just confirms you're alive.

And those ripped off band aids can really hurt sometimes. But how much better do we feel when those wounds are healed? I don't know about you, but I always feel so much better after a good cry. Always. No need to check on me. I'll be just fine. I also think I'm realizing we're a little low on compassion and empathy in this world. And both of those things, when tapped in to them, can make one feel a wee bit emotional. I'm so there. 

Cause that's what's up this softer kind of Cry day in the 718. Yours, in no need to worry, I'm just being me and going with the flow. Pass the tissues, please. Or the animal videos. I feel better already. XO 

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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1393655 2019-04-04T12:20:23Z 2019-04-04T12:20:23Z Maven product alert: A new favorite body wash from the mother land

Good morning, Thursday. It's been a bit of a week I must admit. I'll be grateful when it's over.

And with that, I don't have a ton to say, other than I've fallen in love. With a body wash.

I love long walks in my neighborhood with the Khan man and the other day we ended up at one of the best stores in my neighborhood, Shen Beauty. It's an all organic beauty store and it's like being a kid in a very healthy candy store. I love seeing what's in there as they're always updating with new things and it's a lovely little pick me up. And though I wanted to like the Necessaire body wash that's all the rage, I just don't. It's fine but not quite my thing. Have you tried it? It popped up so much on my 'gram I had to. And meh. It doesn't quite lather enough.

So I found this Israeli brand Lavido at Shen and the Vanilla Patchouli body wash has me sniffing my arms all day long. It's delicious and fresh and somehow not too sweet. It also comes in orange blossom and bergamot which I'll try next- sounds perfect for warmer weather. 

Oh and I also got my brows tinted to go with my fresh tresses. I haven't done that in years but I'm digging it. I'll never be a real, legit ginger but I can try.

Cause that's what's up this great smelling Thursday in the 718. Yours, in better living through products. XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1392833 2019-04-02T13:20:03Z 2019-04-02T13:22:41Z Does rock and roll have a shelf life?

Good morning, Tuesday. It's so lovely outside and sun streaming in my window is giving me some much needed life.

So we've all heard the news about Mick Jagger having to bow out of some tour dates to have some heart surgery. I wish him a speedy recovery and was sad to hear he was ill.

But I will say this, and you may think it makes me a hypocrite as I've been speaking about ageism- it's time for the Stones and many of their contemporaries to throw in the towel when it comes to rocking a stadium show. It's enough already.

I say this because I think certain careers may have a real shelf life- nobody expects Michael Jordan or Dr. J to still play basketball. And I for one think it's the same for rock stars. There's an expiration date, with some real exceptions. And I'm amazed by the breadth of artists coming out of the woodwork to tour once again- Morrissey. Fleetwood Mac. The Stones. Steely Dan. Unlike the Stones, I imagine some of these folks need the cash, which, while I won't queue up to see them, I suppose I must respect the hip replaced hustle. But it is nuts how many of the bands of yesteryear are hitting the road. And some with great success. I'll give you an example.

I saw Bryan Ferry a year or so ago and he was backed by an ultra cool, gorgeous, young band. He has a timeless quality to his style and it works for him. He can still take the stage because he does smaller, more intimate shows. He's pivoted enough to embrace his age but is still true enough as a performer. And it works for him.

And though there's probably no way I could sit through an entire Cher show, I applaud her for doing it. Somehow her bombastic camp and glitz transcends age. So does her face, which miraculously does not age thanks to any combination of dermatological juju.

Performers like Leonard Cohen had an old soul vibe from day one. And his last show was a poignant tribute to a stellar career. And as a huge Stones fan, I feel their performance and live shows don't hold up to their younger years. I don't want to see them play slowly. I don't want to see it because it's not appealing anymore. At least not to me. To me, it's a bummer they don't just strip things down- and play some smaller shows like they did at the Beacon some years ago. That I would probably go to see. And maybe it's just because I've aged out of stadium shows- I went to see Dead and Co last Summer and could not believe there were "mature" people in the parking lot sucking on nitrous balloons. The mind is a terrible thing to waste. Particularly at this age. Make it stop. And ps, I felt forced into liking John Mayer because he was the only one plugging the holes on the Titanic that night. And I don't like him at all sooo...

Maybe this is all terribly subjective. Because Iggy Pop can still be shirtless and wailing and it works for me. Patti Smith still performing? Absolutely. But stadium rock from the 60s and 70s is a big nah for me, dog. I guess I'm not a big fan of not acknowledging that age does not change you. Because it does. Right? Yes or no?  

That said, I will be listening to the Stones until the day I die. They are my all time favorite band and I will love them forever and their music has stuck with me my entire life, because the music itself does not really have an expiration date, but unfortunately, I think they're a bit past their "use by" date when it comes to live shows. . And that's that. Is there such a thing as a prime, ps? I don't know. I'm confused by my feelings on this I just know I don't want to see them at Met Life Stadium. Why can't they do a small club show? That somehow feels right. Or at least not as cringeworthy.

How we perceive age and its "rules" is complicated. I love how, much like sexuality, age is becoming much more fluid. I just think it's not about trying to capture something from your youth, but to keep learning, adapting, and pivoting and embracing. Because you can't go back. And why in hell would you want to? And maybe it's not about me begrudging the Stones their love for performance- it's really more about me as a viewer not wanting to see it anymore. I'm sure there will be many that say otherwise. I just can't. 

Cause that's what's up this rock and roll Tuesday in the 718. Yours, in still love you, just not live. XO



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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1392518 2019-04-01T18:14:16Z 2019-04-01T18:14:16Z She can wear 'em. I can't.

Good afternoon, Monday. Sorry for the late post. My get up and go was unavailable until right now.

So I got the leopard Converse high tops.

And I retuned the leopard Converse high tops.

Truth is, I'm not a Converse high tops kind of woman/girl/lady. I admire the women who wear them and look awesome. But I look like a clown. Or at least I feel like I do. That toe cap is tricky. And as my husband reminded me as I boxed them up, "you're kinda fancy". 

It's not that I'm fancy at all. And that French chick at the top of the post? She's fancy as f. But I get his point. Because he associates Converse with a girl who maybe plays bass or is a bit more of a tomboy than I am.

But I wear sneakers all the time. Nike, Adidas, Puma, Vans. It's true a couple pairs of designer kicks have crept into my closet in recent years- Golden Goose, Rag and Bone, Stella McCartney. But I think his point was I'm not a rough and tumble Converse person. As much as I adore the way French women rock them, I just can't do it. They look inelegant on me. Do you have them? Have you ever? My theory with Converse remains the same as it was when I produced a couple shoots for the brand- you have to wear Converse your whole life in order to pull them off. I had one pair of red canvas high tops in high school and never really returned to them, though I do somehow remember a black and white gingham low top version in the 90s but can't truly place them as my Adidas Gazelles were way more front and center then. 

So the net net is: I'm down to try new things and am a lifelong learner as previously mentioned. But I know what works on me and I knew better than to buy a pair of leopard Converse high tops but I did it anyway. I got caught up. That's all. Don't you wish you could hit return or send things back whenever something doesn't work for you? If only.

Just thought you should all know in case you were expecting them to be a big part of my Summer look. Alas, they won't be. But if they're part of yours, good on ya. 

And that's the end of that. 

Cause that's what's up this knowing what works kind of Monday in the 718. Yours, in keeping it real. XO


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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1391416 2019-03-29T16:22:57Z 2019-03-29T16:22:57Z It's a beautyful Friday here at the Maven shop

Good morning, Friday. And welcome to the weekend. Do you ever feel completely restless and exhausted at the same time? Like you can't sit still but all you want to do is crawl under the duvet? That's my tempo right now.

In the spirit of my last few posts, I found this great article on vogue.com (buried below pictures of Kendall, Gigi, and Bella) with great tips for makeup for women over 50. I'd like to say that these are great tips for most women of any age. Because they come from Sandy Linter.  Because before Pat McGrath and the other celeb makeup artists, Sandy was shutting it down. I'll never forget working with her when we shot Jerry Hall (pre marriage to Rupert Murdoch thank goodness)  for the Broadway adaptation of "The Graduate". She was a hoot and Jerry insisted on her presence. I can see why- she's pro.

My big takeaway from the article, link here, is that black eyeliner may not be your bestie as you age. I myself consider liquid black eyeliner the second coming of Christ, so this was news to me. Needless to say, I have been dabbling with brown liner of late and absolutely snapped up that Lancome recommendation she posted called Black Coffee. Dark, dark brown may make me a believer. You still may have to pry my assortment of liquid black liners from my cold dead hands. That's how much I live for it. In current rotation? Eyeko Skinny Liquid. All day. So good.

Oh and that you should "wear makeup, and not let it wear you". And that trying to hide wrinkles generally make them worse. What you didn't know? 

My other takeaway was that Serge Lutens product. Not quite a foundation, but quite expensive. I'm intrigued. I love a good skin perfector. But for that price? Not so sure.  I guess true perfection comes with a price. And since I prefer a bit of the imperfect, this one will probably sit in my shopping cart forever. You know you put things there too and never buy them. Don't even lie.

Anyway, a little makeup love for my ladies this Friday. Cause that's what's up this blackish brown Friday in the 212. Yours, in (near) perfect skin. XO

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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1391025 2019-03-28T12:02:25Z 2019-03-28T12:04:22Z On the power of connecting

Good morning, Thursday. Gorgeous day.

I realize that my recent writing may make me sound like I don't value young people and that's the furthest thing from the truth. I love working with young people-there are challenges for sure but there are challenges with everything so that's a moot point. We all love to hate on millennials, but generalizing a whole group of young people for their work habits or lack thereof is just silly. I love being around young people- they inspire me.

And my takeaway from all these years of experience is this- once you realize it's time to move on,  passing the torch is a wonderful thing to do. I have always been a connector, my entire life. I think that's what I loved most about producing, because it sure wasn't the panicky calls about FedEx shipments gone missing or a wardrobe stylist who "just doesn't get it". What I loved was putting great people together, and knowing who the kindred spirits were that would make something great together. It's so much fun to do that. It never, ever felt like work to me. Plus, New Yorkers like to be know-it-alls- we revel in knowing the best of the best and the hidden gems as yet to be discovered. 

I bring this up because recently, I met an amazing young woman who happened to be registered on rover.com, a pet walking and sitting service. I was looking for someone to watch Khan and I came across her profile and immediately felt like she'd be perfect to watch our little guy. When she came to my house we got to talking and turns out she's been a writer for a minute, and really loves comedy writing. After a few more times watching Khan, we got to talking about advertising, and how she was interested in copywriting. If you've spent time in ad land, you can immediately tell who would be a good fit. And I knew this woman would be fantastic. I mean- who shows up to coffee in New York City with a grin and a tennis racket in the middle of winter? Just enough quirk. In an Annie Hall kind of way. Love her.

So I quickly got to introducing her to some people I thought she should know. And as luck would have it, she landed her first gig.  With someone I think is one of the best creatives out there. I am so excited for her I want to burst. 

Throughout my career, I have made many introductions- some lead to nada and some start people on their path. I have never sought to do this for money, ps. I tried being a photo agent. It didn't work for me. I just like to do it because it's my beshert, or inevitability in Yiddish. It's something I will never stop doing regardless of where I am in my career or what I'm doing. Because it feels like the right thing to do. And I'm eternally grateful to all the amazing people I have worked with that inspire these introductions. Lucky me.

I have a great friend who is one of the best connectors I know. She throws amazing dinner parties where she puts the best people who need to know each other together, and she does it with so much ease. Recently I attended a dinner of hers with some CEO lady bosses (and wondered why I was in the room) and you know what? I got a potential great gig out of it. Amazingly powerful stuff, this connecting.

Good things come back to you when you do good things. I know this to be true. I've been close to broke many times and it's in those times I tend to donate money to favorite causes, and give a dollar or two or five to a person in need. I do this because it's right- and that there's always someone or something that needs help more than I do. I'm not looking for praise here mind you- I'm just telling you that helping people and connecting people is a cause very close to my heart. And if you ever need me, I'm here.

And if you like this post or anything else I've written of late, do me a favor and share it. Let's keep the good vibes going and keep connecting. It's one of life's simple joys and it means so very much.

Cause that's what's up this paying it forward kind of Thursday in the 718. Yours, in connecting the dots. XO


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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1390706 2019-03-27T13:59:59Z 2019-03-27T18:14:34Z Hot or not? And who really cares?

Good morning, Wednesday.  Sun's out in the city and it's just getting lovelier. Still a bit of the chill in the air, but you can almost taste Spring and it's divine.

As I cycle through the week, I truly am floored by all the amazing conversations around ageism my piece created. So many people, many of whom I don't know, reached out and said how much they can relate. One commenter noted that advertising is never going to change, and I don't disagree. It's kind of like that old cliche- you can't change the world, but you can change yourself. True that. That's why reinvention is so very important.

The trajectory of this  blog is being reinvented as we speak, for example. I love writing about so many things but as I move forward, I think Maven is going more midlife than not. I realize I'm a bit past the midlife point but that's cool. You understand the intent. I want to keep sharing content that speaks to this phase of life. Because there's so much to share.

So I'm part of a Facebook group where women over 40 share hilarious and often cynical sentiments about getting older. It's a sacred space and I don't want to out it because I respect it so much, but one woman posted something that gave me pause. And it was:

"I like getting old because I no longer have to care about "being hot." Anyone else?"

Hmm. That stopped me halfway through my gluten-free waffle.   I completely get what she means. The invisible period of a woman's life is legit. I could probably walk down the street in my underwear and be largely ignored. I have to admit, there's comfort in that. But if I'm being honest, it also kind of sucks.

Look I'm married and I'm not seeking the male gaze or male approval or male opinions on my body or anything else.

And it's not her sentiment that bothered me- I can't judge anyone who feels the way she does, but my bit of buggery here is the very notion of what make someone "hot". And why that's the provenance of youth. It's fucked up.

We all know youth and beauty go hand in hand. That's why so many women I know are chasing the dragon/injectables/ketosis/cremedelawhatever to hold on a bit longer. I have to say I fall somewhere on the low side of that scale. I don't do botox or filler (I'm a complete needlephobic), I don't freak out over my body enough to deny myself things I love, but I do certainly have a hefty skincare and makeup budget because i just really love skincare and makeup. You do you. I'll do me.

But seriously- why oh why is being hot something that's off the table as we get older? Case in point- look at Andrea Linnett's brilliant blog post from yesterday, celebrating French icon Isabelle Huppert. Wearing jeans, shades, Converse, and an Hermes cuff, she looks hot as hell. At least she does to me. It's true she's thin and French and fabulous, but you get my point. What's not hot about her? Rien. That's what. I also love that she looks like she's about to give you the finger. That's pretty hot too. I suppose that's what the woman's post was all about in a way, but it still got me.

For me, there's much more nuance about feeling and being hot as we age. Wearing a bikini is only a small fraction of that. Having confidence is hot. Not giving a single f is hot. Knowing your style and what looks great on your body is hot. Being experienced and smart is beyond hot. So screw that noise that being older takes you out of the hot game. That's just dumb. 

I don't know what it's going to take to get society in line with this. Very few people look the way they do in their 20s when they are past 40 and 50. It's a fact. But does that mean you lose your sex appeal? I don't think so. You just lose society's expectation of what that looks like.

I never looked like a supermodel.  I have hips and thighs and boobs. I've always had those things, my entire post pubescent life. And I've been thin, fat, and everything in between.   I never fit into what is typically considered sexy and I was always super cool with that. Because I always knew I had a thing. Stylish, a little wacky, cool. All that. And guess what? I still have all that. A few more wrinkles and a few more curves but seriously- I'm still me.  Why is it that older men are considered sexy and distinguished but older women are taboo when it comes to sex appeal unless they're in some sort of perverse cougar role? I call bullshit.

Sure it's cool not to worry about hotness after a certain point. But why is age such a marker of that? That's just insane. After all, there's nothing sexier than someone who is just fully and completely committed to being themselves. Regardless of height, weight, age or anything else. Women, please stop idealizing your younger, "hotter" self. Chances are you're much hotter now.

Cause that's what's up this hot or not kind of Wednesday in the 718. Yours, in age old questions. XO




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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1390340 2019-03-26T14:21:15Z 2019-03-26T14:23:17Z On timeless cool and classic kicks

Good morning, Tuesday. It's a beautiful day in the city and Spring is finally here, or at least I think so. Looking forward to sunny days and warm nights.

And as further proof that being age positive is very much a thing, my old boss Marian Salzman did an amazing interview over in the UK about how 2019 will be the year when we all grow up and admit how old we are. That we no longer wish to look or act 20 but just be the healthiest and best versions of ourselves. Marian is someone who taught me so much about how to work and how to look for trends so it was great to see her come out with a piece like this. After all these years, we're still somehow in sync.  Check out her interview- it's fantastic and she looks fabulous.

And since I'm a loud and proud Gen Xer, I couldn't help but fall madly in love with these leopard print Converse high tops, which take me back the 80s in the best of ways. Converse is a brand that transcends age and generations, but for members of mine, the Converse high top was a rite of passage. I had a red pair in high school, covered in pen with anarchy and Dead Kennedy symbols. That's how I rolled. I'm sure many of you did too. After high school, I kind of gave up Converse and think I went more into an Adidas place (Stan Smiths, Gazelles) as well as many pairs of Pumas. But something about that high top has always stood for more. I remember producing a shoot for the brand some time ago and was humbled by its history. Converse has always  stood for rock and roll, rebellion, and skate culture and basically anything indie. All the things i grew up with and all the things I still love to this day (not much of a skater obvi but love the influence and have always been inspired by its punk rock vibes). Plus I love how cool they look when you've kicked the shit out of them. I'm a fan of worn in. You can keep your spanking white Yeezys. That's not my tempo.

I haven't worn Chucks in a while and have graduated to Nike Blazers and my Golden Goose high tops, but may have to return to the classic and go for these in the leopard print. Timeless, American, and effortlessly cool. What more could I want from a shoe or sense of style in general?

Cause that's what's up this can I kick it kind of Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in high tops and cool vibes. XO

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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1389928 2019-03-25T17:30:12Z 2019-03-25T20:23:57Z Grazie

Good afternoon, Monday. I'm trying to break on through this start of the work week but my head is still very much in my lovely weekend upstate, but I digress. Because I just want to say thank you to all the people who reposted and shared Friday's piece about aging out of advertising. I had no idea it would hit home for so many, and I'm glad people could relate to it, though not so glad at the same time.

Thanks for all the love and support. Thinking of doing a redesign on the blog in the next month or so and definitely considering taking Maven to a new place. That piece really inspired me to think about what's next for me, the blog, and life in general. I remain steadfast in my reinvention mission. And to follow my heart and share it with you. I've always worn it on my sleeve anyway.

Look for more content around that as well as all the stuff you've come to know and love. Feeling very excited for all of it. 

Cause that's what's up this grateful kind of Monday in the 212. Yours, in buckets of merci. XO`

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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1388703 2019-03-22T12:15:21Z 2019-03-29T23:38:40Z Is it time for advertising to grow up?

Good morning, Friday. I know I've been a bit quiet of late- apologies all around. Only excuse I have is a lack of inspiration (it happens) and a lack of time (also happens).

But while I was cruising this am's papers while debating going to the gym in the rain (strong no on that one), I came across an article that gave me pause. It was a piece in the Chicago Tribune about ageism against women being the next #metoo movement, and man, that hit home for me in a very real way. 

The industry I've called home for many years, advertising, has always been known as being youth obsessed. Chasing the latest demographic with an alphabet letter has been the MO since I entered the business in the 90s. And with the fragmentation and immediacy of media nowadays, there's desperation in the air to always understand and somehow stay ahead of what the cool kids are doing. And truly, there's no place for those much past 40, let alone 50. At some point in your adult life, people will stop getting your references. And that moment is a real turning point. And it makes you feel old.

Because of this not so dirty little secret, I found myself feeling the burn a few years back.  A lot of young women in the industry were telling me I reminded them of their "very cool aunt".  

And then just before Christmas, a friend in the industry who is younger than me leaned in over holiday cocktails and asked quietly, "how old are you anyway?" Oof. This coming on the heels of a particularly epic photoshoot where I felt like Rodney Dangerfield in "Back to School". I wondered how, if every other part of me had changed, was I still doing the same thing career-wise I was doing in my younger life?  I don't wear the same clothes I did in my 20s. I don't have the same boyfriend. I don't party the way I used to. So why on Earth was I still doing the same job? 

Big caveat- many people don't want to stop doing what they're doing. And that's great. It should be your right as an experienced and season ad vet or vet of any industry to keep on keepin' on if you're doing what you love. But for me, I got the more than sneaking sense I should move on. I don't want anyone telling me I'm like their aunt. And I don't want to be the oldest person on set. I also don't want to hide behind botox or pretend I'm something that I'm not. You couldn't pay me to go back to being 25. I'm a happier person now, of this I'm certain. 

What's even worse than the ageism is the notion that experience no longer has value. I can only speak to advertising, but that experience is no longer valued. Smart production is no longer valued. The value comes from youth and speed. But the funniest part of that is that in order to be scrappy and fast, you need to know what the heck you're doing. That's the rub right there.

Sure you have people sounding the alarm about all of this- the bombastic Cindy Gallop comes out in favor of age all the time. And my former home, CP+B, has bought back Alex Bogusky, who at 55, is a bit of a unicorn.  I don't know many people who can get a gig in advertising at 55, let alone 50. And ps- this ageist thing is not only prevalent when it comes to women, I know men are feeling it too.

If you want my take, here it is. Reinvent. Find new ways to contribute and prosper at work.  Constantly flex and adapt and find employers and causes and passion points that value what you have to offer. If thoughts of being phased out because of your age are keeping you up at night, phase yourself back in. Chances are you are totally worth it. My reinvention continues and I'm loving writing for everyone from internal agencies to PR firms and beyond.  My takeaway? If advertising agencies can't flex and adapt to an aging workforce, then fuck 'em. Go make your own way. And never feel that it's too late. It's never too late. If you really look at your career, are you still totally happy doing what you're doing as you get older? If not, it may be time for a change.

And as the world turns, it looks like older women are having a bit of a moment. Some great roles for women in Hollywood for example as we saw at the Oscars this year- Glenn Close's excellent nom for "The Wife" and Olivia Colman's win for 'The Favourite". And look at Washington, DC. Sure all eyes are on AOC, but women like Nancy Pelosi and Kamala Harris are too legit to ever quit. And then more and more women are having babies later in life and defying the odds. 

At its best, advertising is an industry that affects pop culture and brings about change. At its worst? It's a rudderless sycophant that come to think of it, is probably dealing with an identity crisis of its own, struggling for relevancy in an industry that no longer looks anything like it used to. There's a real opportunity for advertising to help shape cultural attitudes about age.  Youth will always be front and center when it comes to marketing,  but don't count out the rest of us. Cause we still got it. As a member of the first named generation by marketers (X), here's to getting older and being relevant, vital, and most of all, valued.  

Cause that's what's up this age is just a number kind of Friday in the 718, Yours, in reading between the lines. XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1386008 2019-03-15T14:29:04Z 2019-03-15T14:29:04Z New York is a big mall and I don't like it.

Good morning, Friday TGIF and stuff. It's beautiful in the city and y'all know I love St. Patrick's Day weekend. I can't help myself. I'm a woman of the people. ;)

So speaking of that, I have a bit of a rant. I'm going to caveat the crap out of said rant because I have not yet been to this place, but I'm pretty sure it's horrible.

And that place is Hudson Yards. 

For those of you who don't know what Hudson Yards is, it's a development project in the nether reaches of Manhattan, way, way out on the West Side. It is literally one of the least convenient places to get to, and even though they have a train that goes right to it, to me it feels a bit behind the wall.

And that's because it is. It's a massive residential, office, and retail behemoth. That is like some sort of ridiculous fortress of bougie. I can't.

As I've been a New Yorker for most of my adult life, I'm one of those folks that hates the mallification of New York City. When I first moved here, there was a sense of entrepreneurial promise that was tough to beat. The city was full of places to shop small. From bespoke ballet flats to local mom and pop drug stores, there really was something so special about the power of small biz.  When I moved to New York in the 90s, the thought of a Home Depot in the city was disgusting, let alone a mall. Now we have several- Time/Warner Center (when is the last time you went there?), Brookfield Place, The Oculus. I don't think malls are places most people want to go anymore. So I don't understand why we need another one. And a ridiculously fancy one at that. Like the generations who came after me, I appreciate brands and businesses that I can connect to. Maybe that's why I always loved the mom and pop. The personal touch is important to me. It doesn't make me a dinosaur. It just makes me crave something not so generic, even if it is wrapped in a beautiful setting. I do like that they also opened a cool performance space, The Shed. I got something in the mail about becoming a member but the marketing materials made zero sense to me as I had no sense for what it was. Typical.

Neiman Marcus has set up shop there for their first location in New York (admit I'm a little psyched to see that one). But do we really need another place to buy a Vuitton bag or a pair of Lululemon yoga pants? I don't. And the hoo ha around the launch of this place was epic. You might think it was the Olympics Opening Ceremony yesterday. But for rich people. With a lot of botox. Jesus. Aren't we better than this, New York? Leave the malls to Vegas and Miami, please. It's enough already. I know we're better than this. Also betting on retail? Not smart. 

Perhaps a visit there will change my mind, but I doubt it. With restaurants and shops closing ad infinitum because of the high rents in this city, slapping some swish retail on the far end of the Island is ridiculous. If I want big box retail, I'll go to the suburbs. That's what malls are for. Nobody I know moved to New York City to go to the mall. Ugh.

Cause that's what's up this old school New York kind of Friday in the 212. Yours, in indie for life. XO

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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1385249 2019-03-13T16:32:14Z 2019-03-13T16:37:35Z Maven man crush: Bryan Ferry

Good afternoon, Wednesday. It's a sunny day in my city and I'm a happy girl. Plus I have on a velvet jumpsuit. So there's that.

But I'm not here to talk about weather or jumpsuits. And it's rare I talk about men's style so here's one for the boys, though I suspect it's one for the girls too.

I was down my usual 70s rabbit hole this morning as I was getting ready to head into the city and ended up listening to Roxy Music for a good solid hour. I'm pretty stoked to see Bryan Ferry again in August up in Harlem. Promises to be a great show. I have often said that if you have not at least made out to Roxy Music's "Avalon" you really haven't made out at all. Dreamy.

And on the subject of Mr. Ferry, his style is well worth celebrating. Men, if you are ever feeling you want to step it up a bit - have a look at his incredible style. I'm obsessed. it also helps to have a hot girl or two on your arm. Good luck with that bit.

He's subtle yet edgy. Subtly edgy. And so damn elegant. 

I love that his style is never overpowering- it's just effortless in the best of ways. He knows how to do classics better than most, and give them something a little sexy .And the hair ain't bad either.

Let's all celebrate Bryan Ferry's impeccable approach to dress today. Shall we? As our world spirals into an athleisure rabbit hole, thank goodness for him and his enduring great look after look. Timeless as f. 

And if for some reason you think his style is just for dudes, nah. It's no coincidence I've been crushing super HARD on this haircut featured in the new Givenchy campaign. I'm probably going for it tomorrow. Thanks, Bryan for the inspo.

Cause that's what's up this one for the boys kind of Wednesday in the 212. Yours, in you're so sheer, you're so chic, teenage rebel of the week. XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1384724 2019-03-12T12:09:25Z 2019-03-12T12:09:25Z Maven Pick: The perfect ballet flat to welcome Spring

Good morning, Tuesday. I think I'm turning the corner on this sickness- actually slept last night and feeling very much on the mend. But now the pup has a tummy ache. Ugh it never ends. So today we're very much wfh.

So Spring is pretty much about to grace us with her warm and sunny presence, and you can feel it in the air in New York and there's something so lovely about the change of seasons here. Everybody is ready to shed the layers and change up the vibe.

And though I'm being very conservative when it comes to my Spring shopping list, there's a lot of great stuff out there.  This adorable pair of ballet slippers came across my feed this morning, and I love them. They're from Mansur Gavriel and they are so elegant and pretty and slipper-like. You can have them monogrammed, but I prefer them plain as I'm somewhat done with the whole monogram trend. Plus in a eulogy to Lee Radziwill it was said that she was anti-monogram (aka tacky) so be like Lee and don't do it. Or do. Your choice.

I love the green suede, but would most likely go with the navy at the top of this post or black leather for something classic. These are pretty with everything from jumpsuits to jeans to every dress you own. I think this little pair of flats is my first official Spring must have. They're not super cheap, but they will be worth the spend because you'll most likely wear them all Spring and Summer. I've always been partial to a J. Crew ballet flat (they do toe cleavage well) as well as the Porselli flats I get at APC, but this is a fresh take and I'm all in. These are a bit more high cut but they're chic as shit. And all the great flats are made in Italy- and these hold that title as well. 

Cause that's what's up this flattened Tuesday in the 718. Yours, in Spring shoes and sunshine. XO


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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1384320 2019-03-11T15:29:17Z 2019-03-11T15:29:17Z Everything's coming up roses

Good morning, Monday. On the road to recovery but still not at 100. This cold likes to keep me hangin' on. Oh well. At least it's sunny and warm.

So in the midst of my self imposed rest day on Saturday, I found the energy to go to the BK Apple store and buy a new computer. I was the proud owner of a 2011 MacBook Air- I believe it was the first generation of the Air and I used it to almost it's own death. Many of the keys were even rubbed off from my emphatic typing through the years. And for a while I resisted buying a new one, and I don't know why. I had a few gift cards so the computer was not a huge expense, but still I held off.

Maybe it's because that old Air was my first computer bought after 7 years at a full time job. It was the beginning of my freelance career and I remember how excited I felt buying that shiny, new Mac at the Apple Store on Lincoln Road in Miami.

Cut to now when my freelance life is very much still happening, but I've switched gears a bit. A whole lot less producing, a whole lot more writing. Hoping that's the way it's going to stay, thus the new computer/talisman to say as much. And it's the rose gold MacBook Air and I just adore it. There's nothing like that new computer smell. ;) Had my eyes on that sucker for a minute, and now it's all mine. Happy new computer day to me-ee.

It's nice to face another manic Monday with a computer that is not on the verge of blowing up. And who has a B key. And a P key. And all the keys. I'm a happy girl. Oh and bonus- it looks good with my hair color. Come on you don't color coordinate your hardware to your hair wear? ;)

It feels good to buy things that are an investment in your business and your future. I highly recommend it, even if you have to take a minute and plan and save for it. Cause that's what up this brand, shiny, new moon of a Monday in the 212. Yours, in rose colored everything. XO

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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1383124 2019-03-08T17:32:53Z 2019-03-08T17:34:01Z Where my girls at?

Good afternoon, Friday. This sore throat is so annoying. And now I have no voice. I feel like I used to find that hoarse voice kind of hot but not so much now. I sound like Harvey Fierstein dressed in drag as Demi Moore. No good.

Besides my icky throat, today is International Women's Day, and I'm humbled by those fighting the good fight and blazing the good trail. Seriously. I am. Lately I've been writing quite a bit about women's health and sexual health and love that that space is becoming much more conversational than taboo. We need to keep talking about the formerly off limits stuff- that's what women are all about- being pioneers and not being afraid to challenge the norm.

Which brings me to a point I need to make. 

It doesn't matter if you think Kylie Jenner deserves the title of "self-made" or not.  It doesn't matter if you find AOC annoying and juvenile in her approach to power. Because what matters most is that all of these women are being given a seat at the table. That Kylie is taking over for Zuckerberg is incredible. That Ocasio-Cortez is so much more than a beautiful face and is taking stodgy white man Washington by storm. That women can have babies as long as they can have babies. I love all of this and revel in all of it. Whether we want to judge or not, today is a day to celebrate women. Period. Full stop. You don't have to love all women. But we have to continue to lift each other up and celebrate our successes together. I truly believe that. 

I believe in women. I am proud to be one. And today, I celebrate my good fortune to have some pretty kick ass women in my life. From my family to my friends to all the amazing mentors I've had throughout the years- thanks and love and praises to you all. I'm drawn to strong women. I'm drawn to wacky women. I'm drawn to women who don't pretend to be anything that they're not.  That doesn't make me a man hater. That doesn't make me blind. That doesn't make me want to burn my bra (though I'd like to do that for other reasons but that's not here nor there).It just makes me want to say a big thank you to all of the ladies, today and every day. Big ups to y'all. Keep fighting and throwing your hat in the ring and up in the air. 

Let's celebrate how far we have come and how much more we still can do. Cause that's what's up this ladies first kind of Friday in the 212. Yours, in sisters doin' it for themselves. XO

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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1382186 2019-03-06T16:29:37Z 2019-03-07T08:18:57Z Insomniac musings: There's a time for yes. And there's a time for no.

Good morning, Wednesday. I believe I owe you a post on print dresses but I got distracted by a bit of an epiphany I had during my latest sore throat induced insomnia bout. 

Lately I've been thinking a lot about the art of saying no. For years, I had no idea how to even use the word. Specifically when it comes to work but that also spilled over into other areas of my life.

When I was at a different point in my career way back when, I worked at a notorious ad agency. Notorious for creativity. Notorious for being subversive and disruptive. And notorious for working all of us to the bone- which many of us did not have a problem with. It was a wonderful time. And it was a culture of "yes". Meaning- if you said no to a great idea because of timing, money, or lazy thinking, you'd be shown the door. Or they'd at the very least let you know that "no" was not an option. And that was a wonderful learning opportunity for so many of us, and of course for me.

But that culture of yes did a bit of a number on me.

Because for years, I said yes to things I didn't want to do. Yes to parties I didn't want to attend. Yes to projects as a freelancer that spread me too thin but I was too afraid to say no. Yes to friendships that were toxic to my well being. I thought that saying no was a sign of defeat. A weakness. An inability to say yes. 

And I recently saw a post  on Instagram by John Jay, a maker in the truest sense who cut his teeth in advertising and became an icon for what creativity at work can be.  He's someone I admire tremendously- a life well lived and spent with passion and curiosity. Here's what the post said, accompanied by an image of two bobbleheads:

"THE GIFT OF YES. It’s going on to 2 am and I am still working in the studio. I think it’s been a month since I have a chance to take day off. Every night is a late night but these are extraordinary times for me. Putting in the effort is merely an investment when the rewards are so enormous. Enabling positive change which will lead the lives of those around you towards a more inspired creative existence is the ultimate example of creative direction. This is work worth working. The nodding couple here are the much maligned Yes Man and Yes Girl...long chastised as angels of the weak, management icons of the status-quo. However, time teaches you that it takes strength and conviction to say yes to bold and revolutionary ideas. It takes little courage to say no to everything, not to dare, to conveniently let others take the risk. I cherish the visionary leaders who fight against their own bureaucracy and industry to say yes to all of us as creators who depend on their support. Saying yes in these polarized and challenging times takes more courage than ever. God bless the Yes".

Insightful beyond belief. This is what I believed for a very long time, and I still believe it for the most part. Because saying yes to things that can feel scary, overwhelming, or challenging is a a great idea. But saying yes now comes with a healthy dose of discernment, at least it does for me. And when I say yes to things I should really be saying no to, it doesn't end well.

And on the other side of the fence is my insomniac stroll through the internet at 2 am last night. A friend of mine reposted a video from none other than Russell Brand, he of furry walls fame and beyond. Russell is a frenetic person whose energy always just seemed on the verge of shorting out. He's a survivor who's been through it- addiction, a marriage to Katy Perry, etc. Whether you love him or love to hate him, the guy's smart. And in this vid, he's talking about burnout, something many of us can relate to.  Here's a link to the video. He's looking very sage like these days, ps.  The general gist of this video is the following:

According to him, we used to live in a culture of yes. Be positive and say yes. But now? There's a great joy in saying no. We are afraid of missing out so we yes ourselves to the point of burnout. But saying no implies that you are fine just as you are. He talks about how hard he used to work- all the time to obsession. And now? He's enjoying a simpler life- a more pastoral life spent "mucking about" with his children.  

The most interesting point? He makes a point of saying he's in a place where he no longer wishes to be defined by what he does in the outside world. And that he no longer truly cares what people think of him. He acknowledges how hard it is to just stay home and be quiet and enjoy the nothing. Because we assign moral judgement to such behavior, that somehow working all the time is more valuable than not doing anything for a few minutes/months/however long. The biggest insight he gave? That by saying no to stuff you truly open yourself up to life as you wish to live it. That a quieter, less exciting life may have great to your nourishment as a human than the frenzied, manic dane of work/life and back again. 

I know what you're thinking.

Russell Brand is a celebrity who makes a lot of money. Or has made a lot of money so his pastoral lifestyle does not apply to me because i have to work my butt off to survive. But I think you're missing the point if that's what you're thinking. 

He's not saying to hide in your house. He's simply saying that by saying no, you're giving yourself some much needed space and quiet. And that's exactly where I am right now. I'm not depressed. I'm not becoming a hoarder. In fact, I'm getting rid of stuff that no longer holds value for me. And I'm saying yes to things that make me happy.  But no is more front and center for me because I'm absolutely in a more quiet, peaceful place at the moment where chaos just doesn't work for me at present. I'm a strong no on chaos and stuff that doesn't bring me joy or at least an opportunity for growth. I love this video so much I've watched it about ten times.

And though my recent past looks a lot more like John Jay's post, my present and distant future feels a lot more like Mr. Brand's. 

So my point is- there are times in your life when you are a strong yes. And then there are times where you're more like, sorry, but no. And ps not really that sorry. Just no. I find saying no very difficult ps. It's not in my nature but I'm learning to love it.

Life is an amazing journey. And whether you're in a yes place or a no place, be confident you're in the right place. Don't say yes when you really want to say no. And don't say no because you're too scared to say yes.  That's my big takeaway, and as usual, I felt the need to share. Be true to your yes and your no. Oh and no room for maybe here. Sorry.

So are you team no or team yes right now? The key is having empathy for yourself and wherever you need to be right here, right now. Either hell to the yes or hell to the no. It's all good. Y'all know which side of the fence I'm on these days. We really need to stop looking at saying no as a negative. Truly. 

Cause that's what's up this team no kind of Wednesday in the best city on Earth. Yours, in yes and no questions. XO


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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1381265 2019-03-04T14:57:06Z 2019-03-04T18:12:55Z Maven picks for a well spent Spring Fling: A few great looks for less.

Good morning, Monday. I'm sick in bed today with some sort of chest cold/scourge/plague and truly tapped out.  Been a while since I've been down for the count, so grateful I can WFH and try to catch some sleep in between things. And I'm not so much shopping these days but thought it would be fun to shop the mass stores and pick out one piece from a few well priced chains to get us in the mood for Spring's fresh bloom.

This striped sweater from the Gap is good times. I love a nautical vibe come Spring/Summer and this has an almost Proenza Schouler vibe. If you don't know what that means, trust me. This is a chic piece for setting sail on the new season.

Also at the Gap, this little belt/sash thing is super cute with all your Spring white dresses to nip in the waist. I also love it with something khaki or of course, denim. Cute.

And one more from the Gap are these cute, cute wide legged crop chinos. Full disclosure- not a silhouette I can rock in any way, shape, or form. Strong no on these for my bod but I love the look on others.  Chances are you know whether these will good on you too- I've coveted the Jesse Kamm version for years now but alas- not happening.  I love them in white by the way. So chic.

Over at H&M, I'm digging this $35 shirt dress- I love a safari-ish look in the Spring time- chic with gold jewelry and a brown block heeled sandal. Very classic look and great for those of you looking for something nice and affordable to wear to work. Also comes in black- at that price maybe buy them both.

And with animal print showing no signs of slowing down as a big, big trend, I love this snake printed trench. Great over a tank and wide leg jeans or with a dress and bare legs. Super stylish and also very affordable at just under 60 bucks.

I literally buy a black ribbed dress every Spring- and this one is so cute- love the French vibe of the neckline and sleeves- wear with absolutely everything from fresh Converse low tops to high heeled sandals. Such a good staple piece and also super affordable at $29.99.

Oh, COS. True you make me feel like a cross between an Orthodox Jewish woman and an Eastern Bloc factory worker, but sometimes ya nail it. I love this little bag- such a great grab and go for dog walks or city jaunts. Chic around the waist or cross body. Great little travel bag too to hold just the essentials. 

As an & Other Stories superfan, I just adore their take on trends- perhaps a bit more feminine and ladylike than the others, but I just love it. This little bra is so pretty under a sundress (straps showing of course).

I also love these. I think I post a version of these once a season but clogs are just cool and that's that.

So with the exception of the clog which is $135, everything here is under 100 bucks and I'm happy to bring you some great looks for less. Just goes to show ya don't need a ton of dough to get glam for Spring. Cause that's what's up this well spent Monday from under my duvet. Yours, in sick beds and great style. Up tomorrow? Print dresses. My favorite, and hopefully yours. XO



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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1379131 2019-02-27T14:18:43Z 2019-02-27T14:19:34Z Turning pages and thinking about Spring style

Good morning, Wednesday. Up and running early today and feeling inspired. I haven't worked out since Friday and did this morning and somehow, it always makes me feel so much better. Have to make time to get it done and that's that.

So do you all know about magzter? I love this app for reading all your favorite magazines online. And although I still do get a few print editions, it's a great way to read all your favs and save a few trees. So yesterday I was cruising through the March Bazaar and was pleased to find so much good fashion. Here's what I spotted and wanted to bring to you now that Spring is upon us. A few trends to grab onto as you figure out what you'll be wearing in Springtime.

Solid brights- Love all of these strong looks. And I'd probably commit a crime for that Balenciaga turquoise get up. OMG. So good.

Masculine silhouettes- You all know that as much as I love a pretty dress, there's a big part of me that loves a tomboy/masculine vibe, and there's no shortage of good looks this season. And the hair in that Givenchy ad is giving me major feelings. Obsessed. And those paper bag pants in the last photo are high on my list of trouser needs for the Spring. What, you don't have trouser needs? I do. PS suiting is a huge trend and I just adore it.

Boho 2.0- Spring and Summer are always popular time to go a little boho, but love this editorial full of pretty prints. including that fab Prada tie dye. Also that McQueen is a polished way to  do the look and that Stella McCartney jumpsuit is worth living in for weeks on end. So good.

Girly prints- Warmer months also bring out a poppy, girly vibe and I love what Kate Spade is up to of late. I believe they have a new creative director who's breathing new life into the brand while respecting its roots. Fun. Easter looks. Love. Also that embellished Burberry raincoat is a modern take on something Catherine Deneuve would have worn back in the day. I love it with a dress and flats and bare legs. Fabulous. And that model is super beautiful.

Hopefully you're getting some inspo of your own when it comes to Spring style, but I'm always here to help. Cause that's what's up this paging through kind of Wednesday in the 718.  Yours, in reading 'em all so you don't have to. XO


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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1378353 2019-02-25T15:44:43Z 2019-02-25T15:49:48Z A little bit of Oscars, but not much

Good morning, Monday. Let's get to it.

Last night's hostless Oscars still ended a bit too late for my tastes but whatever. Seemed popular with the crowds watching though I found it as boring as ever. I didn't even want to write this post but meh. I have to do what I have to do.

Honestly I'm most grateful for not having to wonder if and when Bradley Cooper and Lady Gaga are going to just stop singing and make out. I've had it with them. And that song. Thank you. Next.

And I suppose there were some good dresses but really all I cared about was Charlize because Charlize.

When I first saw that Dior couture I was a bit confused. Was it scuba-like? Did her boobs look weird? Was the stomach sticking out? And then upon seeing it again- no to all. So so stunning. I couldn't get enough of it. I loved the modesty up front and the party in the back. I'm a big fan of a modest look- I find it incredibly sexy. My one critique? I wasn't sure of the earrings and the necklace. But I would probably shave a few years off of my life to own that necklace. Maybe a decade even. Absolutely amazing.

Also I liked Chadwick Boseman's get up. I'd rock the hell out of that. 

Kacey Musgroves was a hell no the nah for me, dog.

Bree Larson in Celine was a knockout, but her nervous laughing while presenting with Samuel L. Jackson was a little weird.

Gaga was gorgeous though some say too orange. Maybe so but I thought her face looked so pretty and glowy and freckly. The hair thought was perhaps a bit too helmet-like.

Billy Porter in the Christian Siriano ball skirt. Good times.

Emma Stone always a winner in Vuitton. Comfortable in her own skin and makes getting dressed for a night like this look easy. Love.

Jason Momoa and his wrist scrunchie though. Just no. Sorry ladies. His hygiene is not up to snuff. I'm a stickler for that, what can I say? Now Trevor Noah on the other hand? Gorgeous.

Regina Kim looked stunning in white de la Renta complete with its way up to there slit. Could have gone terribly wrong. In a flash. If you get my drift.

And so many poufy dresses. Too many.  Linda Cardinali. Ugh. Swallowed up in tulle. No good.

And two polarizing looks I actually liked- Awkwafina's D Squared suit and Olivia Colman's olive Prada. Can't help it. Loved them both.

Those are my thoughts for now. I wish Spike would have typed out his speech. And yes, Olivia Colman was lovely and charming, though I was sad Glenn Close didn't get it as she was tremendous in "The Wife". All in all, it was all just fine. I think I may just be done caring. In the shallows now. And that's what's up this post Oscar Monday in the 212. Yours, in good wives and only Charlize really matters. XO



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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1376246 2019-02-20T14:44:04Z 2019-02-20T14:45:29Z Maven recommends: An eyeliner for experts and novices alike


Good morning, Wednesday. Happy Hump Day. Snow on the way today and then 55 degrees tomorrow. Totally normal. NOT.

So this week I may seem makeup obsessed. Maybe I am. I always am actually. Now that I've taken over our second bedroom as my dressing room/closet/makeup station I feel like putting on my makeup is a bit meditative. I suggest creating a space for application if you can. It sure beats leaning over the sink in the bathroom. True I have no place for anyone to stay, but there's a price to pay for beauty. And that price is a spare room.

On that note, can I shout out how much I love Benefit products? I've always been a bit afraid of them because the packaging makes them feel VERY young and girly, but the products are absolutely amazing. I'm completely in love with this brow thingamajig. It defines and shapes and all the good things. 

But what I'm really gaga for right now is this roller eyeliner. I've been a liquid eyeliner gal for a while now, and I love this version which allows for precision and the now ubiquitous cat eye, which, for the life of me, I still can't figure out. Even after watching a million videos on YouTube. Am I right? It's so tough. In any event, I love this eyeliner and I got it in brown. I usually go for black eyeliner only but this brown is pretty deep and manages to look defined and natural all at once. Amazing. Someday I may even get that damn flick right. 

So if you need a little pick me up this chilly February day, get this. I'm obsessed.

Cause that's what's up the moment I wake up Wednesday in the 212. Yours, in before I put on my makeup and saying little prayers pour vous. XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1375807 2019-02-19T12:48:34Z 2019-02-19T12:49:01Z Maven recommends: Chanel's new way to shop for beauty products in Soho

Good morning, Tuesday. RIP Karl Lagerfeld- what a life. It's appropriate I write a Chanel related piece today I suppose.

This weekend I happened to be in Soho for brunch and decided to pop into the Atelier Beauté Chanel, the luxe brand's answer to a modern retail experience when it comes to makeup and skincare, and it didn't disappoint.

It's interesting to me how we shop for makeup and even skincare nowadays. Before online shopping, I was almost always a makeup counter shopper- I enjoyed going to the big department stores and having an "expert" take me through the latest shades and products. I still do love that, ps. But now I shop on sites like Violet Grey for new products as well as end up shopping on Instagram for cool makeup or skincare i may have not heard of otherwise. So Chanel took the best of both of those worlds and combined them into this fabulous experience.

Located in a loft building on Wooster Street and up a flight of steps, I was greeted by a bubbly woman in ripped jeans. Immediately I knew this would be a different experience- I don't generally associate Chanel with ripped jeans that weren't of the designer varietal. Upon entering the gorgeous space, my coat was taken and I was asked to create an online profile, to best shop the experience.  Grateful for a respite from the chilly day, I decided to immerse myself in product heaven.

The idea was to walk through the immaculately hygienic space and DIY. There was a skincare bar and plenty of stations to try on many different lipsticks, eyeshadows, foundations, and everything in between. The whole experience had a relaxed vibe- with helpful millennial staff if you had any questions about anything. Each station had sample sized products that you could try yourself. You could also book appointments with an "artist in residence" to have your makeup done or get a skin consultation. But you could also do your entire face if you needed to- in fact it was encouraged. Oh and of course, it's all highly Instagrammable. Brilliantly so. 

And as far as their iconic fragrances, the Atelier Parfume is a spritz-free sitch where customers sniff at porcelain wands dipped in fragrance for a sensory experience. Love at first sniff? No problem. You can find out which scents are your favorite after you blindly smell them.

To me, the whole thing feels fresh and innovative. Plus, as you're tracking your preferences on the app, Chanel gets to know what your favorites are and can further customize your purchasing power in the future. I ended up with the new Baume Essentiel- a slick, multi-use stick you dab on your cheeks, lids, or anywhere that needs a bit of glow. I also got a new lipstick. The Rouge Allure Liquid Powder lipstick is one of the coolest formulations I've ever seen- it has a powdery, matte finish but somehow manages to feel completely moisturizing and creamy.  I went for Avant-Gardiste, a poppy berry shade that won praise from the sales staff who encouraged me to try something bright and new for Spring. How could I resist?

One of the least intimidating and fun experiences I've had from a luxury brand in some time. Chanel understands that although you may not be able to afford a handbag or iconic jacket, you can connect with the brand by buying a lipstick, eyeshadow, or perfume. Smart thinking. I will definitely go back. Who wants to come with me?

Cause that's what's up this rounded out retail kind of Tuesday in the 718. Yours, in new experiences. XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1374509 2019-02-15T12:51:13Z 2019-02-15T12:51:14Z On the Marc with Marc Jacobs

Good morning, Friday. I'm ready for the weekend et tu?

So New York Fashion Week came and went with many fashion watchers wondering just what the f it all meant. We all know by now that the relevance of Fashion Week has gone the way of the 8 track. But I've said it before and here it is again- I still believe. In the power of clothes and style and fashion to speak to where we are in culture. And to hopefully inspire and delight as well.

And that's where Marc Jacobs comes in. Marc is always the last show of Fashion Week and also the most anticipated. His show was a stripped down affair- no fancy sets, no real shenanigans, and an orchestra playing classical music in almost total blackness. There was a sobriety to all of it-a palpable moment in an upside down world and perfectly translated by Marc Jacobs. If you are a fashion follower, you well know Marc's star has been a bit unhinged since leaving Paris and focusing on his own line again. Many wondered if he could ever get back his original star power. And perhaps now that Fashion Week is in upheaval, maybe it was Marc's time to shine yet again. With the pressure off and the heat on to make some truly transcendent pieces.

I loved and lived for this show. I loved the volume. The show opened with an animal print cape. I was hooked from the moment I saw it. The plain ease of that simple sweater and skirt, sober alongside some of the more conceptually driven pieces. The sense that a woman could dress more minimally one day and more over the top the next .Look after look was exciting and innovative and very, very Marc- it was like watching a retrospective in one runway. I love that the big designers like Tom Ford and Michael Kors and of course Marc Jacobs went back and did some searching to find inspiration in who they are and what works best. Ford with his sexy tailored swagger and Michael Kors with his glam 70s vibe (Barry Manilow though? Ok then). And Marc has always been one to defy- I love that this is the collection he came up with after rereleasing his infamous grunge collection of the 90s. Because even though this was wholly unique, it still had some Marc J hallmarks- a little wild, a little restrained, and altogether feminine. The show closed with Christy Turlington, angel eternal in a feathered dress worthy of any red carpet anywhere. I'll be dreaming of those capes. And the simple silhouettes. And all the feathers. And everything in between. What a beautiful, beautiful tribute to fashion and women and the creative inspiration we still find living in the best city in the world. We may not know what the future of fashion looks like, and maybe Marc himself doesn't know. But I felt this show displayed a designer who knows himself very, very well. And I for one am glad he's still sharing his incredible talent with the world. 

Cause that's what's up this fashionable Friday in the 718. Yours, in style magic.XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1373728 2019-02-13T14:34:11Z 2019-02-14T01:15:32Z There's no place like home(work)

Good morning, Wednesday. Looks like the bad weather is out and the sunshine is in. Happy about that.

So lately my schedule has been a bit more free- not that I'm not working but it's a bit more flexible which is very much a gift from the gods. I've had the good fortune to be able to take a few lunches and dinners with some dear female friends. I'm not sure I could survive without female friendship ps- it's just the best thing. 

Anyway, something happens to women once we turn 40. I'm not saying it's the same for everyone, and I turned 40 a hot minute ago, so I barely remember it. But I have some friends that are either facing 40 or just past it- and the common thread for most of them is a complete reassessment of life. I've found myself in advertising most of my career so I'm primarily speaking about women who find themselves in the ad world too. And the verdict is in- and advertising is OUT.

Don't attack me, those of you who still love advertising. Many people are still in the game and enjoying great success. I will admit that advertising is full of fun, smart, interesting people. The office culture is cool. You can wear yoga pants to work if you want. There's always someone up for a cocktail or a conversation. But, man. That world wears on your soul. It's stressful. The hours are long. And at some point, particularly when you hit the 4-0ish mark, you look around and feel a bit like Rodney Dangerfield in "Back to School". And if you get that reference, you know exactly what I mean. And if you don't, well- that's part of the issue.

Everyone in advertising is getting younger while the rest of us get older. And some people are cool with that, and some aren't. I'm in the latter camp and not because I hate young people, but I've been questioning what I've wanted from my career for a very long time so working with people who are in their 20s is a constant reminder of my own stagnation. Long before I turned 40 this was going on ps. Although I enjoyed an inspiring, fun as hell career, I'm not sure I was remotely happy. In fact, I know I wasn't. And then I just got tired. Too tired. Primordially tired. And i knew it was time for a change.

PS- I'm still kind of working in advertising. I take projects from time to time with my favorite folks. But I've dedicated myself to full time writing- on behalf of brands mostly but not in ad agencies. And the reason this is so awesome is once I set that intention that writing was my full tilt future, it became my present. And i'm happy.

I used to ask myself a cliched question, to try and figure out what would make me happy when it comes to work. And that question was: Where would I want to go every day when it comes to being happy at work and what does that look like? I never, ever could figure out the answer to that, although I somehow knew it would include my "own" space. I thought for years that meant having my own business with my own office and phones ringing off the hook and lots of deal making and moving and shaking.

WRONG.

What it really meant was I didn't want to go anywhere. I wanted to stay right here at home. And write from home. And tell stories from home. I love working from my living room or bedroom or wherever I want, with my dog by my side and CNN on the TV. It's just where I'm happiest. And it took many lives and many years to get here. But I'm so glad I did. I guess I did the work, and now I can work from home.

My point is we seek and search and reach a point in life where we need things to fall into place. For some that happens at 25. For some it happens at 65. It doesn't matter when it happens but I do think for my friends turning 40, a lot of stuff comes up about where you want to spend your time. Because you start realizing that one minute doing something you don't want to do anymore is just too much. So even if you don't know what you want, don't worry. I know it will come to you like I did for me. And I didn't even have to leave the house to figure it out. Gratitude does not begin to describe it. Work hard. Stay home. Yes please.

Just wanted to share that little story with you, and I know that working from home is not everyone's dream, but I love it. If you are seeking something new, keep looking. And if you're happy and you know it, keep clapping.  Cause that's what's up this home is where the heart is kind of Wednesday in the borough of Brooklyn. Yours, in working from the sofa, from under the duvet, or just about anywhere. XO



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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1373160 2019-02-12T13:48:25Z 2019-02-12T13:53:34Z Fashion's dead. Long live fashion.

Good morning, Tuesday.

So ya, Fashion Week. It's no big whoop and you know it and I know it. It's irrelevant, outdated, and nobody cares. Cathy Horyn said as much in this rather grim piece. But sometimes when nobody's watching the whispers of something big may just be happening. And in a world gone upside down, it's not surprising fashion feels the same way. I know there's more to the story- but I still believe. And I for one have not taken my eye off the ball. 

Because four collections made me feel the feels. And also made me remember what is so so good about American style, particularly New York City style. I'm wondering if designers are doing some soul searching of late to find out what they really want to say. I know I've found my groove after much mucking about and I for one am grateful. We all get lost in life, and perhaps fashion as we know it is in that place. With these collections, I think they went back to their roots with great success in terms of design. Even if nobody's looking. These are clothes meant to be worn and loved and worn again. I would be shocked if these collections didn't sell.

First, over at Phillip Lim, we have the most beautiful sophistication I've seen in some time on this side of the pond. I love the neutral palette and gasp- the endlessly wearable (albeit not affordable) clothes. After Gucci glam, there are these clothes. For those living actual lives and not living inside a peyote trip. I just love these clothes- cool, chic, understated, a bit sporty. And wholly American.

Over at the Row, my favorite twins hit another home run. I can't get enough of these clothes. They are sexy yet restrained, and ageless in their appeal. They let the wearer wear the clothes, and not vice versa. They truly are masterful designers. Wonderful collection as always. That leather coat and that slim black suit- Shazam. Giving me a whole lot of life right now.

But on the total opposite side of town is Anna Sui, whose collection made me feel a bit nostalgic for my early NY club days in the 90s. Sure these clothes feel more akin to a vintage store than the runway, but that's why I love them. They speak to the cool girl thing I always love about Sui's clothes- totally downtown and fun. Perfect for a night out. That second animal print number. Strong yes. Very strong.

And then, then. Drum roll.

Proenza Schouler's show had me at first slide. I am so in love with these two of late. I splurged on a couple of knit dresses this season and I absolutely love the way they make me feel. This collection was elegant and beautiful and very New York. In every way. Cool, sophisticated, ready for anything clothes- and those pants are so good. I'm madly, truly in love. And even if the shows don't matter, these clothes do. At least to me.

Cause that's what's up this passion for fashion kind of Tuesday in the 718. Yours, in getting back to basics and remembering what works. XO


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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1372864 2019-02-11T14:12:29Z 2019-02-11T14:12:30Z (Re)thinking Pink

Good morning, Monday. Had a perfectly lovely weekend upstate and could have napped and drank wine and sat by the fire for a few more days, I'll tell you that. 

So last night I wasn't really planning on watching the Grammys because, meh. But wow I'm glad I did because it was ladies night and the feeling was oh so right. I loved the femalecentric show which opened with an appearance by MIchelle Obama and just kept going all night long with amazing performances by Diana Ross, Gaga, St. Vincent, the amazing Dolly Parton joined by tons of stars- my favorite being the "After the Gold Rush" (had no idea she wrote that) performance with Dolly, Miley CYrus, and Maren Morris. And I was completely blown the f away by Brandi Carlile's stripped down performance- an absolute powerhouse. I also loved H.E.R. and of course, the best Grammys host of all time, Alicia Keys. She is everything a celebrity should be and i absolutely love her beautiful, natural look and her incredible talent. Plus that green jumpsuit. Want. Oh and Janelle Monae. Oh, hey. So good. Love the Prince comparison. She's so talented and cool.

So in honor of so much girl power on stage last night, I thought I'd embrace my feminine side today and talk about my love for the color pink. Pink has come to mean so much more than it used to- when I was growing up it felt more girly girl/Molly Ringwald than a power color. But with women ascending more and more each day, pink is a symbol of how far we've come and how much further we can go. So it's a color that's top of mind for me, and I have always, always adored it but now particularly so. Here are some ways to bring some pink into your life- from home to clothes and back again.

I'm totally obsessed with this blush faux fur chair cover I got at a store in my neighborhood, Wanderlustre. I threw it over a lucite chair where I do my makeup and I just love it so much.

This candle is my absolute new favorite- it's sexy and weird and so delicious- narcissus and mysore wood combined for something special. And it looks so pretty in the home. I want stacks of them.

This Rachel Comey dress on sale had me at first glance- I saw someone wearing it this weekend and its just so lovely and kind of 90s  in the best of ways. I love how she does pink- rock it with everything from Vans to heels. The stylish woman who was wearing it this weekend had it on under a flannel shirt and with some aforementioned Vans and white tights- trust me, it was chic as f.

A pale pink satin mule? Definitely. Trimmed in sparkly jewels? Oh yes. These are completely divine. Still spendy even though on sale, but obsessed.

And with Valentine's Day in our sights, there's much talk of Galentine's Day- and the celebration of female friendship vs. Hallmark holiday cliches. How about giving your BFF one of these rose gold friendship bracelets from Catbird? So pretty.

Oh and keep the vibe going with a new favorite perfume of mine, Byredo's  Rose Noir, a lusty rose scent that is altogether amazing. And Diptyque's special collection of rose scented wonders is calling my name. 

I bought this scented oval for my closet and it's just delicious.

So as the week gets underway, think pink. It's a fun time to get a little girly, no? Cause that's what's up this rose tinted Monday in the 718. Yours, in colors. XO


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Sheri Rosenberg