tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:/posts the world according to sherimaven 2020-03-30T15:30:56Z Sheri Rosenberg tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1525416 2020-03-30T15:09:52Z 2020-03-30T15:30:56Z What's next? Thoughts on post Corona life...

Good morning, Monday. How we doin' out there?

I so appreciated the flurry of texts and phone calls I received when I posted about my ongoing insomnia on Facebook. I'm not sure why everybody was so worried, but it was very sweet. Truth is, I've been an insomniac for years, and this situation is not helping. I don't think it's the stress (though I am sure that's part of it), I think it has much to do with the lack of stimulation from the outside world. I'm used to going to the gym at 6 am, running home to shower for the office, jumping into the city, working all day, and like all of you, coming home in time for dinner or sometimes going out after work with friends. By the time it's lights out, I'm usually solid. Nowadays? Not so much.

And as we look forward to another month of this, I'm amazed at how many people out there are trying to figure out what comes next. I'm talking mostly about marketing and branding types who are now in a mad scramble/frenzy to figure out how to connect with our new normal. My response? Who the heck knows. Nobody does.  But the big opportunities are all about action- clever memes about social distancing aside, brands will need to not just show and tell- they'll need to do. And do again. In these unprecedented times, I believe it's less about what you say and more about what you do.  It's all about a human first approach, but if it even seems like pandering, no bueno. That should always be true. Always.

One thing I was thinking about as I was desperately seeking inspiration this weekend- I wonder if all of this shut-in stuff will take us somewhere unexpected or more yang. If you think about the 70s in New York, a time when the city was broke and basically on fire, the reaction from its residents was dance, dance, dance. Plus there was a huge influx of creativity here- from art to music to fashion. Now we all know that all of that fun had some serious consequences (an epic epidemic for the ages and then some), but I'm thinking about how we will all feel when we can leave the damn house again. Think dress up done right. Think dancing and partying and toasting the end of this war. Think meals out with friends and splurging a bit because we are in dark times. Now mind you- many will be left with very little money at the end of this- so if you think this is all about luxury, it isn't. For some, it will be- those same people getting underground haircuts and retreating to homes in the Hamptons to escape Corona city. But for many, there will be creative ways to approach a happy hedonism.  I'm praying this is the case, because I need some fun. And some disco. And something glam and silky to wear after this quintessential loungewear moment.

Many probably think the opposite- that all of this will cause us to rethink our priorities, our sense of space, how we work/live and otherwise and how we will never eat from a buffet again (thank god for that). But I don't think we'll be entering a time of mindfulness. That's kind of what's happening now. It's true we all needed this grand reset, we were all moving too fast, consuming too much, and juggling a lot. But when we can leave our homes again and hug our friends and families and drink and eat in all of our favorite spots, there's no doubt some sunniness will take over after so much sadness. A little decadence. I'm down. I was looking at pictures of Farrah and Liza and Bianca and yes. That feels right to me. And since I'm turning 50 in July, maybe my party (if I have one) will be an homage to the dancing days of disco. Which is funny, because I've fantasized about that idea long before this scourge on humanity. 

Maybe I really am just sleep deprived/depraved, but I know I can't be alone in wanting a bit of silliness and sexiness when this is over. I'll take a side dish of punk rock vitriol and creative chaos a la the other side of the 70s like CBGB, too. All of it. Truth is, none of us can ever know what's coming in this crazy world. And that's the biggest lesson there is. Please stay healthy and safe- I am in no way minimizing the darkness of this pandemic. But after darkness, you know what comes next. Lord knows we need some light.

Cause that's what's up from my Brooklyn bunker. Yours, in disco dresses and decadent daydreams. XO


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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1523340 2020-03-24T19:30:17Z 2020-03-24T19:30:22Z On vulnerability and compromise this sunny afternoon

Oh hey, Tuesday. Greetings from the new normal. Corona log ad infinitum.

In all candor, there are no words to describe the intensity of this current situation. A global phenomenon. A world war. Where all of us need to stand together (yet apart) to defeat this enemy of humankind. It's biblical. Comic book-like. Hollywood disaster-esque. All of that. And some of us are adjusting to this new life better than others- I feel for my extroverts, immunocompromised, and parents with young kids and so many others like front line workers who are navigating these Covid-19 infested waters as best they can. 

As I mentioned, I'm a bit of a shut-in usually, so the whole staying in thing is not a problem. I love my home, but I'm amazed at how much we need human contact too. Nobody lives in a city like New York who wants to be alone all the time. True, we crave that when we can't have it, but we feed off the energy of others, so I notice that the main streets of my Brooklyn borough have people out and about getting necessities and walking dogs and trying their best to social distance, though there are always some dumb-dumbs in the mix who don't know how to follow the rules.

And during yet another bout of insomnia (I'm not that anxious honestly, but my mind is active), I thought of the following. 

You know how I feel about the new lexicon that's pervasive any time something crazy happens. I wrote about that the other day, but two new words had me meditating and cooking a little in the wee hours last night. And they are "compromised" and "vulnerable."

We now know that although this virus doesn't discriminate, the "compromised" and "vulnerable" of our global population are at the highest risk of death from this scourge. But I'd argue that far beyond the physical destruction of this disease, we are seeing these words appear in other places.

For instance, let's start with compromised, or rather, compromise. Since many of us are sheltering in place of sorts, we are sharing space for more extended periods with people we may not be used to seeing so much of during regularly scheduled programming. A co-worker of mine told me her husband was sitting in his car to take conference calls so his wife could work at home with the kids. (This is a very New York story, ps- small spaces and such). I'm sitting in my bedroom all day working while my husband takes the living room. I am probably going to get bedsores, but Khan and I love the light in our bedroom, and I can also turn it into a makeshift workout studio, so I tend to hang in here. Parents are having to compromise with each other and take turns with their kids. Compromise, kids. We are all learning to compromise everything, even the space we have to ourselves on the streets and in the supermarkets. 

And then, of course, there's vulnerable. And this one's a doozy.

As women, we are often told it's ok to be vulnerable. To show vulnerability, even though we are all trying to be tough. For me, the most poignant part of this experience is the vulnerability of our entire ecosystem, not just our mental states. So many people are now completely vulnerable when it comes to making money. There are no savings for some, because there was only hand to mouth and check to check. From people in the production community to creative types to service professions like wait staff, bartenders, hairdressers, and a million other careers, the vulnerability of not being able to make a living is real. All too real.

The vulnerability of those that live alone and rely on going out and about with friends for lunch or in the evening to not feel isolated. The vulnerability of extroverts who have a hard time shutting it all down. The vulnerability of those without healthcare wondering what will happen if they get sick. The vulnerability of our entire damn country, being left in the hands of someone who lacks empathy or compassion of any kind. We are all feeling so vulnerable, and it's beautiful. Truly. I have a friend who is one of the strongest, most positive Pollys I know, and the other day, she wrote about breaking down in tears. I say, let 'em flow. Get 'em out. Because besides the obvious fear, panic, and anger, this virus is bringing us closer to ourselves and what we care about and what really matters. Open yourself to it, people. Don't kick yourself because you're not as Type A as you typically may be. Take your guards down. Emote. Ask for help while you're at it. It's ok to feel all the feels. That means you're alive. And thank goodness for that most of all.

For me, I'm trying to sleep as much as possible and go to bed early (maybe that's why I can't sleep) and work out each day. I'm working as much as time will allow yet making time to take Khan for works and cook a decent lunch as much as I can. None of this is perfect, mind you. These are imperfect times. In fact, life has always been flawed. It's just the past few years has been all about making everything look perfect for Instagram. Well, we're seeing what life really looks like now. And it's not perfect, but it's beautiful in its fragility and chaos and yes, vulnerability.

Keep the faith, my friends. Together, we're better. If anyone needs a boost, I'm here. And don't be surprised if you get a weepy call from me one day. Every day is different. Be kind.

Cause that's what's up this wordy Tuesday in the 718. Yours, in exhaling, and creating a whole new language to deal with this thing called life. XO




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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1522108 2020-03-20T19:25:05Z 2020-03-20T19:36:45Z Dispatch from Brooklyn during Corona: Muscle tees, lipstick, and potential bed sores
Good afternoon, Friday. I was just sitting here thinking about the majority of the world on lockdown. Unprecedented. Unbearable on so many levels. But if I can be an optimist for a moment, I hope this leads to a new consciousness and awareness. That somehow by being apart we can be stronger together. I sure hope so.

So thought I'd share an email that felt like more of a letter to a good pal who was reporting from her home, and then I sent back this dispatch from mine. Here's how I'm doing, and I'd love to hear from all of you on how you're doing:

In terms of coping, I'm the most wonderful combo of Cancerian/Gen X/Closeted Misanthrope/Homebody/Introvert so this has not been so terrible for me. Today I streamed a workout of a class I was too intimidated to do in person, and was shocked to find I could hang through most of it. I do worry that I am eating the majority of my feelings. I have discovered paleo granola and oat milk yogurt. I know, sounds divine right?

David and I are co-mingling nicely- he is in the living room aka Conference Room A while I work from bed and worry about bedsores in Conference Room B.  Today I showered and put on a bra. I enjoyed a bit of body lotion, but makeup not happening. Oh and perfume. Always perfume. Now more than ever. Smelling good is feeling good.

Khan is non-plussed and being his side sleeping, baguette-like self (mmm. carbs). Currently I can feel his warmth on my leg and all is well in the world. 

I notice my mood changes with the weather. I generally feel better when the sun's out because it feels less like the apocalypse. I have also taken to wearing only black muscle shirts and black pants. That's my vibe of late. I am trying not to wash my hair much so as to preserve the color so needless to say- I look fucking HOT.

I'm working like a dervish but the hustler in me is quite pleased that I can. Grateful beyond belief.  It's all good. Sometimes I forget to take my ear buds out, even when I'm not on a call. It's a good look.

In terms of evenings, I collapse and can't seem to focus on TV or anything else. I look forward to sleeping and that's about it. 

I hope this doesn't last forever.  I have dresses to wear. I also ordered a true red Chanel lipstick just because. It felt right to put a lip on. I thought it might go well with dirty hair.

Well, that's about that. TGIF. Toasting you with a virtual Negroni. Stay safe and well, my kittens. Let's report back and forth. Cause that's what's up in Corona City. Yours, in locking it down.  How's by you? Show me your Corona.  XO
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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1521361 2020-03-18T17:08:24Z 2020-03-18T17:08:24Z The Corona code: New words for a new crisis

Good afternoon, Wednesday. Here we are again...

So was thinking (lots of that these days) about the virus and how every crisis inserts new words into our vernacular. COVID-19 has its own language. It's all about "the curve". Or "social distancing".  Or "quarantine". There are many more words, and even overnight celebrities like Dr. Fauchi. Two months ago, we had no idea who he was. Now he's our whole world.

Other words coming to mind? Streaming. As in streaming content from gyms and studios to help us stay fit and not go nuts. Connecting. In an age where we can't touch can we still touch somehow? Yes, we can. Note all your social media. And notice how much more you are using the phone to ACTUALLY make calls. Amazing. Third- empathy. Trying to make sense of this brave new world, with the exception of our President who seems to not have an empathetic bone in his body. But for the rest of us? Yea. I think we're trying. I think coworkers are being patient with each other as people try to juggle work and family. I think brands are trying to be considerate (some) when thinking about how to message.

As a writer and someone who loves to use her words, all of this new language is super fascinating to me. And words mean so much. Think about the Corona Virus being called "The Chinese Virus" and how horrible that felt. Let's try and use our words wisely. Communication is absolutely everything with this situation changing by the second. Choose well.

That's all I've got for now. Loving all of your post and thoughts and extraordinary humanity at this very odd time. All the love and keep the faith. XO


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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1520949 2020-03-17T14:55:20Z 2020-03-17T14:55:59Z Williwear is the vibe I need.

Good morning, Tuesday. Oy vey. Truly.

It's day two of working from home and already I'm feeling a little bit nuts. Truth is, I'm a homebody and everybody knows it but not being able to do my normal stuff feels weird. I know it's not forever and I know I'm way better off than most- very grateful for that. But this is tough stuff.

In honor of that, I'd like to share some images that gave me a bit of delight last night. I was checking out Cooper Hewitt's amazing digital archive connected to their retrospective on Willi Smith, the eponymous designer famous in the late 70s and early 80s who unfortunately lost his life to AIDs. If you are a member of my generation or older, you no doubt either wore something by him or wanted to. His designs captured the creative energy of the time, and in the shadow of some very serious stuff going on like the AIDS crisis in this country. From Wikipedia:

"Willi Donnell Smith (February 29, 1948 – April 17, 1987) was an American fashion designer. At the time of his death, Smith was regarded as one of the most successful African-American designers in the fashion industry.[1] His company, WilliWear Limited, launched in 1976 and by 1986 grossed over $25 million in sales.[1] After Smith's death, his business partner, Laurie Mallet, continued the line with various designers creating collections. Without Smith, the company floundered. Due to financial problems and poor sales, WilliWear Limited ceased production in 1990.[2] WilliWear was the first clothing company to create womenswear and menswear under the same label. The accessibility and affordability of Smith's clothing helped to democratize fashion".

Plus he was a Philadelphian. I remember my whole family really dug him. He was a genius and gone way too soon.

I am hoping that this virus comes and goes quickly. But if it doesn't, we're in for it and we all know it. I'm hoping this leads to a surge in creativity- from all of our amazingly inspiring creators and makers here in New York City and everywhere. I love how my husband has started reporting on Facebook some very funny observational humor that is making people laugh. And I'm seeing people try to get creative when it comes to making a living, even in these weird early days. And love how all of the museums and cultural institutions are going online. Absolutely brilliant.

I found these images super inspiring and fun to look at. I for one love living in New York because just taking a walk around can offer endless inspiration. And with time outside restricted, I for one needed a boost. How great are these? To me, we need creative people more than ever- to keep us inspired, smiling, and hopeful. Just thought I'd share, and you can see more on Willi Smith here. 

As I continue to work from home and work out from home, I'm trying to find ways to stay inspired and motivated. I hope you're all doing the same in addition to finding ways to stay healthy, safe, and vigilant. All the love to you. Cause that's what's up this sheltered in place kind of Tuesday in the 718. Yours, in keeping it together, creatively. XO

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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1520545 2020-03-16T15:01:02Z 2020-03-16T15:01:33Z The virus is spreading...and so is the panic

Good morning, Monday.  I'll get right to it.

We've clearly never dealt with anything like the Corona virus in our lifetime. And since there is so much uncertainty around everything from how many will get sick to how many will lose their jobs/work/livelihood, I'm making an open call for everybody to stop spreading panic.

Stop showing pictures of empty shelves. Please. If you are in New York City, there are plenty of stores waiting for your business that are well stocked. 

Stop talking about conspiracy theories. Misinformation is going to kill us before this virus. 

Stop disaster scenarios and doom. Not helping, folks.

We are ALL worried. We are ALL panicked. You are not helping anyone by spreading said panic. I am in no way saying ignore any of it. We must be vigilant about self-quarantine and take this seriously. But as someone who spent a career as a producer, I have worked very hard to stay calm in the face of panic. There is nothing good about spreading fear.  And at a time when physical distancing is mandatory, we must go to our social networks to seek community, comfort, and actual information besides panic and fear. That's my two cents. Besides the fact, there are many, many people who will need our help in the days, weeks, and months to come. Let's look out for each other and for those in need instead of talking about toilet paper, ok? It's enough.

To all my friends and family and colleagues, we'll get through this. We need to spread some positive messaging right now. I know it's not a happy time- I'm not little Miss Polyanna. But I know what I need and I need strength, calm, and support. We have to be in this together or we will surely fail.

Cause that's what's up this shut in of a Monday in the 718. Spread love, not fear. XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1519417 2020-03-13T12:12:15Z 2020-03-13T12:30:22Z Love in the time of Corona....thoughts from NYC

Good morning, Friday. I wish all of this rain would wash our fears and anxieties away, not to mention the Corona virus.

A short time ago, I was in a room with my creative team working on a launch and were discussing how things go "viral"- a term in marketing that seems a bit dated because there's no rhyme or reason to why things go viral a la The Ice Bucket Challenge or any other number of tactics and stunts that marketers come up with. Often they have no idea why these things explode, but when they do there's proverbial champagne flute clinks all around. Success.

But now that we're in the midst of a pandemic with a President who seems so ill-prepared and ill-equipped (and probably ill himself) and the virus spreading fast, life has been put on pause. We're all WFH as we ask WTF is happening. This is, in my estimation, a very large tipping point not just for the US, but for the world.

I remember New York post 9/11, those fresh few weeks went tensions were high and the prevailing sense of the unknown caused fear and panic. Where would we go from here? How could we make sense of what just happened on our shores? How could we cope?

I'm not saying this is anything like 9/11, mind you. 

But the feeling in NYC, my spiritual and physical home reminds me of that time. People are scared. Confused. Panicked. But in true New York form, I'm also seeing compassion and caring and a more gentle touch. A quiet resolve as opposed to our usual brash and in your face vibe. This morning at Union Market in my neighborhood (which is completely stocked by the way), a man was ranting and raving that his wallet had gotten stolen. It was clear he was an unhinged type anyway, and on most mornings, you'd walk by him and roll your eyes and keep going. It wasn't that anyone wanted to help him necessarily, it's just all of us there in our gym clothes and pajamas trying to go about our lives and get our pasta and coffee and chocolate exchanged glances. Knowing glances that meant "please, sir. Could you shut the hell up? We're trying to deal".  

As a New Yorker, we have good survival skills. Most of us don't jump in our cars every day to drive to work or Target, we're out with the people, mixing and mingling and sucking up a lot of energy. As a sensitive, empathic type, the past few days have been really tough for me. It's not that I'm panicking about the virus or even getting sick. It's the collective gestalt that's having a real go on my anxiety levels. I'm sure many of you here and wherever you are feel the same way. And as a former and sometimes current producer, all I want is calm during a crisis. So I'm trying. But it's tough. I love this city more than anything but the energy here right now is spooky. A friend of mine told me he was going on a date last night and I honestly thought he was out of his mind. Love in the time of Corona indeed. I think we all take normalcy for granted. I know I'd give a lot to have some notion of normal, or whatever that will be going forward. For me, the past few years have felt, from a worldview, completely chaotic and anything but normal.  I'd like something a little blah now please. Blah would be fine, really. Just a bit of same same. I miss that. "Nothing to report here" has never felt sexier.

Putting life on hold is difficult. For all of us. And as a New Yorker, it's really almost unimaginable. We thrive with a million things going on at once, but it's hard not to see the cosmic intention of this time. If you look at the way the world has been the past few years, it's fair to say hitting pause to take care of ourselves and each other would not be such a terrible thing. I hate the reason we're doing it, but I don't hate the intention. I worry about all the businesses that are will be hit hardest during this time of quarantine. And that at a time when we need connection most in the form of a hug or a hand, we literally can't have it.  A special shout out to people with young children trying to figure this all out- from virtual classrooms to trying to explain what's happening even though we have no idea.

But what I do know is we will get through this. It's the unknown of it that's terrifying. That's what causes anxiety anyway. But we'll get there.  Like many of you, I'm still open for business, working from home and adjusting to a new normal I hope is temporary. For me, the biggest takeaway is our lack of preparedness as a species. We are all just flying by the seats of our pants. Living check to check. Surviving and not thriving. Reacting to every new meme, fad, flash in the pan. I hope we're all learning a lesson here about mindfulness and cautiously preparing for very unpredictable lives as best we can. And keep washing your hands with soap, dammit. It's become a ritual even though we should be doing it more often anyway. My hands are like lizard skin at this point but I care not.

For now, I'm here for anyone who needs a virtual hug or hand or chat. Stay healthy, safe, and take care of each other. Cause that's what's up this strange time in America. Yours, in deep breathes and compassion and tons and tons of love. XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1518835 2020-03-11T14:51:05Z 2020-03-11T22:46:58Z Feel like running away? There's a shoe for that.

Good morning, Wednesday. The city officially feels like Westworld meets Apocalypse Now. Particularly in Manhattan. Crazy days. More on my thoughts on current events tomorrow, but today, sneakers. And making like one of my all time fav style icons, Phoebe Philo. It always comes back to Phoebe. At least for me.

So I've been playing with my look of late and am embracing a comfortable, tomboy vibe that's making me happy. Are my boho dress days over? My witchy Kate Bush channeling cape moments? I'm not sure. But right now I'm feeling more into pants, button downs, muscle tees- a toughening up of sorts.

So it's no surprise I've been scouring the sites looking for sneakers. Sneakers are the easiest thing in the world and if you need to run from a, say, global pandemic, you should have the proper footwear to do so. Who doesn't feel like running away right now?

Today I'm rocking my Cheetah print low top Supras, a birthday gift from Khan (truly, he purchased them). Skate sneakers are my default kick of choice- cushiony, comfy, cool. But my off white leather Pumas I like to wear in Spring have seen better days, so I've been hunting for a white sneaker that feels like Spring/Summer.

I'm craving a minimal shoe that goes with everything, and lately I'm digging the logo/no logo vibe of an all white leather shoe. 

I'll give you three examples of what I mean.

First up- Gucci. I'm not buying these but boy do I like 'em. Simple and chic.

Second- Veja. The French sneaker brand is all the rage amongst cool chicks in the city and these are perfectly minimal and pretty affordable.

Third- this New Balance take I found on J.Crew. This for me is the winner. I love New Balance and these feel like the Gucci pair but are 75  bucks. I'm in. Sold.

PS- I'm not making light of this virus. I'm just trying to stay calm yet cautious. And I'd want new sneakers regardless. So keep the faith, wash your hands, and wear the right shoes.

Cause that's what's up this just kicking it kind of Wednesday in the 212. Yours, in good shoes. XO


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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1516039 2020-03-03T15:22:50Z 2020-03-03T15:24:42Z Keep calm and smell great: A new spring fragrance for soothing the senses

Good morning, Tuesday. It feels like Spring in New York and it's just delightful. I love the sunshine and the not too hot temps. Perfection.

And with Spring coming, I automatically think of scent. I am a perfume addict and it's fair to say I'd rather eat flies than leave the house without fragrance. It's a super important part of my daily ritual.  To smell good is to feel good. Or at least that's whatI tell myself. I'm someone that's not loyal to one perfume or another- a bit of a scent slut I suppose. And with so much chaos and anxiety from Corona virus to Super Tuesday to who knows what else, satisfying the senses is always a wonderful idea. Sensory overload done right you might say.

But I adore switching up my smell for the different seasons to get in the mood. And though I've always been floral averse, the last few years have seen me embracing more of a bouquet vibe. My favorite by far is the very sexy "Carnal Flower" by Frederic Malle, a tuberose explosion that once made an Uber driver ask me to never leave his car. True fact. It's heavenly. Another beauty from Frederic Malle is his new "Rose Cuir", which is more geranium than rose but so damn delicious. He is by far my favorite perfumer- heavenly scents at steep prices but I enjoy every single drop.

On another accord, I've discovered my new favorite line, Heretic, in a local perfume shop in my neighborhood. It's a clean beauty/sustainable line and incidentally, they make that vagina candle that everyone's talking about (I'm not sure I want to burn the smell of of my own vagina but you do you). Anyway, they make some gorgeous scents and I'm a big fan of Holi Water, which has my usual go to base notes of tonka bean, vanilla, and patchouli. It's the kind of fragrance you smell on your silk scarf the next day and have a momentary intoxication that makes you feel good things.

But their floral take is ooh. Aah. Florgasm. As if a flower had an orgasm. From the product copy on their site:

"What would it smell like if a flower had an orgasm?

It starts with a spark of pleasure; soft, tingling, sensations of Pink Pepper and Bergamot radiate through the top chord giving way to the deepest aspects of orange blossom. At the base, tuberose milk, narcotic jasmine and delicate ylang-ylang seduce the senses and spark the imagination".

I wish I had written that. Because it's so perfect. And absolutely obscenely delicious. There's something so fresh about it- like fresh cut flowers. I am obsessed with it and you know a perfume is a home run when you can't stop sniffing yourself. It's just gorgeous. And well priced- the smaller 15 ml size is $65, which is reasonable for a good fragrance.

Scent is so subjective. But I like heady, intoxicating fragrances that are deep and sensual. I also like to smell like a rich Italian playboy from time to time. But that's just me. I like to balance my newfound love of tomboyish clothing with a super feminine fragrance. That's sexy, non?

Link to their site here so you can explore all their fab scents. Not a floral gal? Surprise yourself. I wasn't either but love a nice floral on warm skin.

Cause that's what's up this well scented Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in smelling good and feeling good. XO


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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1514157 2020-02-27T14:17:38Z 2020-02-27T14:20:03Z Bad jeans (but also good jeans)

Good morning, Thursday. The sun is finally out which instantly lifts the spirits, despite fears of just about everything on the planet. Strange days are these. So let's talk about fashion. 

In particular I'd like to chat on jeans. Lately I've been rediscovering my love for them. I love my skinnies, my wide legs (Reformation is making an outstanding pair right now in the yummiest weight for warmer days shown above- with a matching jacket for max 70s vibes), my Selvedge denim with an outsized cuff. But here's what I don't like, and you can file this under something I will probably never wear- something called (gah) the "balloon jean". Just no. Never.

I'm always on the hunt for a new pair of jeans and often find myself looking on Levi's site, because I do indeed love the classics, particularly a good 501. But lately they've gotten super trend focused and have recently unveiled the aforementioned Balloon jean, a nod to the silhouette of the 80s. For me, 80s and jeans are a horrid combo. I just can't. 70s yes. 80s? No way. If you are old enough to remember Mario Lopez before his face full of fillers/talking head career, then perhaps you'll remember his time as Slater, on "Saved by the Bell". It's true this show ran from 1989-1993, but to me- this look is so super Guido 80s and as rampant as the Corona virus in my Philadelphia high school. Needless to say, i was not a fan then. And I'm not a fan now. 

And unless you are an absolute toothpick, don't attempt these. I can most likely count on one hand the amount of women who need pleating in a jean, particularly in this iteration. I can deal with a trouser jean that are cut like a trouser, but this silhouette is just the worst. Or at least for my body type. I feel balloon-like enough thank you very much. Good Grief. I can of course picture these (particularly the second photo without the waist detail) on a surfy/skinny type who lives with ten people in a loft with peeling paint post college. But that's about it.

It's also worth mentioning that Levi's has enjoyed vast success with their "wedgie" jean. The name alone kills it for me. Not a chance. Have I aged out of Levi's? Perhaps. I'm going to stick with something far more straightforward, though I do love my recent colorblock jean purchase from local favorite Meg- surprisingly flattering and oh so cute. They too do a balloonish thing that's just a no way for this chick. 

I will admit I adore these very expensive 80s inspired jeans from Re/Done, but a paperbag waist is something I love so I can't help but covet these, not to mention the ankle ties.

Some trends just don't work for me. My advice? Know thyself and don't believe the hype. And if you don't know what looks good on you, do some soul searching. I guarantee you'll figure it out. You may not be able to change your genes, but you can choose your jeans.

Cause that's what's up this jean genie of a Thursday in the 212. Yours, in blue jean babies. XO



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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1512936 2020-02-24T14:49:08Z 2020-02-24T16:29:36Z Thoughts on work/life

Good morning, Monday. I spent a long weekend in Asheville, NC and was taken by surprise at just how smitten I was by this little mountain town. More on that later this week. But today I wanted to talk about ambition and how the notion of that word has shifted as I’m closing out another decade.

 For many years, I worked in ad agencies where climbing the requisite ladder was expected. I don’t know about you, but I never felt comfortable with the muckety mucks. I loved being recognized for the work that I did, but I didn’t want to sit in long planning meetings, structuring projects, and angling for position. It had little appeal then, and even less now. So why was I so fixated on what I thought success looked like? Because from my vantage point back then, it was all about getting in with the right people, having cocktails with the in crowd, and obsessively thinking how to always go one step beyond where I was.

 I watched so many of my brilliant friends ascend that ladder, but I always felt stuck in middle earth. Sure, I made it to a bit of a status position- I was called on for my expertise and point-of-view. I was working with and for some of the best minds in the business. But was I on the same track as they were? Not particularly.

 Because for me, ambition has very little to do with the corner office. And everything to do with having the freedom to be creative. And to have the time to work on personal projects and go to the gym at 10 am vs. 5 am. And working with people I respect and who in turn have my back.  It's not about showing up to an office tower but more about showing up for me. For what really makes me feel nourished and above all, sane. I have always wanted to do my own thing- whatever that means, though I suppose that means now more than ever, working on my own terms. 

 And lately I’ve been joking that I’m no longer ambitious. But it’s not that at all.

 Because when you go to a place like Asheville and run into the former oncologist who is now making pottery in a clay-soaked sweater, it makes you think. Or it makes me think about what a lifetime of work looks like now. Did all of that angling get me what I wanted? I guess in a way it did.  Because it showed me what I didn’t want. 

That’s not to say I’m still searching for ways to own my own destiny and work a bit more on freedom and time well spent. So that in a few years maybe I can go to a place like Asheville and just be creative for the heck of it. That’s what being ambitious looks like for me right now. I’m thinking about a future with less ladder climbing, and more taking the time to enjoy the very beautiful view. Work isn't everything, ps. Why do we give it so much space in our brains? Hint- there's all kind of work to do- not just the making money kind. I've noticed maybe my life's work has less to do with what I do with a living and more to do with how I feed my soul? 

 With so much talk of burn out and anxiety gone wild, I wonder if many of you are rethinking what success and ambition look like in a world gone mad and grossly out of balance. Whatever your version, I hope you’re happy and fulfilled doing you. I pulled a great card this morning from my tarot deck that was all about mastery, and I do feel like I’ve reached a level of mastery that allows me to see the world from a spectacular place. I’m hoping to bring that vibe into 2020 and beyond to help guide me whenever I’m feeling defeated or down. 

 Cause that’s what’s up this leaning in or leaning out or looking forward work/life kind of Monday in midtown of all places. Yours, in happy trails and ambitious undertakings. After all, being happy is the most ambitious thing I can think of XO


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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1508780 2020-02-12T13:37:44Z 2020-02-12T13:37:44Z On ritual

Good morning, Wednesday. It's Fashion Week and nobody seems to care. I did love the Carolina Herrera show as well as Rodarte- the latter always makes me appreciate the fun and creativity in fashion but other than that, there seem to be bigger fish to fry in the world right now. Like how to survive and make sense of all of this chaos.

So lately I've been thinking about the role of ritual in my life. I've noticed that as I'm getting older, it's getting more important. I contribute to the Ageist-  a favorite destination that takes a pro-aging stance and I read with interest the daily routine of David Stewart, its founder. I found it fascinating to see how regimented his day was- like clockwork. From what he ate and drank to when he worked out to when he carved out some extra time for creativity. And then I realized I do the same.

As a young woman I couldn't stand the thought of a routine. I found it all so formulaic and boring and rigid. I also was not terribly goal oriented as a younger person either so perhaps that's why now my routine might make young maven's head spin.

From the gym to the probiotic shake to the supplements to the skincare to the makeup to the creative time before I get to work, it's all planned. Since I've dedicated the past year or so to getting healthier, I find these things ground me and keep me focused. I've also been working with a spiritualist of late to explore tarot and intuition/inspiration and her path is also fascinating- she is known as an urban shaman and she performs rituals all over New York City- from seasonal celebrations like the equinox to birthdays, weddings, and funerals. She is an absolute encyclopedia on how cultures around the globe observe all of the above and as a former anthropology major, I find it all terribly fascinating.

I've never been one for big birthday celebrations and between us, I've feared big rites of passage my entire life. But now I'm seeing the importance of honoring yourself and others and observing and marking these things. To show gratitude and grace and of course, to cope with an otherwise chaotic world.  When working with Donna (the above mentioned shaman), she's talked about how anything can be a ritual where you honor and bless yourself- from applying body lotion after the shower to putting on your favorite perfume. I love that sentiment. Because even though I can't often control how the day is going to go, I can take some time to be mindful in the morning at the very least. And instead of thinking of all these things I have to do before I leave the house as stressful, I think of them as a form of protection and ultimately, sanity. If you're hung up on your routine- try to think of all the things you do as honoring yourself, and if they're not that- don't do them. Sure there are things we all do that we don't love doing, but I think you catch my drift. Even watering your plants is a beautiful ritual. I've been buying more plants lately and though I used to have a black thumb, I'm learning how to give them love and life and they make me so happy when I wake up and when I come home at night.

Caveat- I'm sure you know I don't have children (even though fur babies count). I am aware I have the luxury of not having to get kids ready for school and out the door but I'm sure you parents out there have your own way of ritualizing your day. 

It's funny how the stuff I used to see as uptight and slightly OCD help me so very much. I'm curious how you all feel about this- what are some things you do every day to make some sense and give order to your lives? This blog is a perfect example of that in action- I love writing here and when I don't, I feel like a part of me just isn't there.

And with a big birthday coming up in July, I think I may call on Donna to help me mark another decade around the globe. Otherwise I may just have a party. Or go sit in silence in a cave. Either way, I feel a strong need to honor my birthday this year. It's important to honor yourself. I've always found that sentiment a bit uncomfortable, but it's never felt more crucial than right now. And lest you think it's too self serving, think again. Because if you honor yourself, you can help take care of all the people and things you care about.

Cause that's what's up this ritualistic Wednesday in the 718. Yours, in keeping it together in the chaos. XO


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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1507907 2020-02-10T14:25:24Z 2020-02-10T14:25:24Z Maven recommends: Suit yourself
Good morning, Monday.

I'd love write a more meaningful post today but alas-I am fresh out. Of meaning that is. Perhaps later in the week. But today- today I'm writing about fashion. Not the awards mind you. Im simply not in the mood though I will say I thoroughly enjoyed the movies nominated- and just watched JoJo Rabbit this weekend which was absolutely delightful. Highly recommend.

Anyhoo, I wanted to talk to you about suiting because for me, it's kind of the new version of wearing a dress. I know it's totally the opposite but bear with me. 

For years dresses were my explicit domain. Short, midi, long. Solids and prints. Every varietal of fabric from silky to stretchy to sweatery. I love dresses because- well- one piece.

But lately as I've been recalibrating my wardrobe, I'm in a two piece state of mind. 

Suiting is my new favorite thing. I love wearing masculine silhouettes- somehow it feels very feminine to me in the best of ways. I feel strong, powerful, and stylish. 

And lest you think I want to wear something that feels like business time, wrong. I think suits can be really casual and creative yet so put together.

Case in point- this very comfortable option from local favorite, Meg. This suit feels like sweats (pictured here on their Insta), and I mean that in the best of ways. I tried it on and somehow it feels Japanese and slouchy and super cool. I'm dreaming of it.

Plus this one from Universal Standard is so slick in ponte, and love the updated crop of the pants. I'd wear this as much as possible- with everything from flat sandals to suede Adidas.

Both of these aren't overly mannish, mind you. But a current muse is photographer Mei Tao, whose suited silhouette featured in the Cut last week had me at hello. So chic.

Wear the pants, ladies. Wear the damn pants. And the jacket. That too.

Cause that's what's up this suitable Monday in the 212. Yours, in buttoning up. XO
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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1504131 2020-01-29T15:45:07Z 2020-01-29T15:52:36Z Brooklyn Beauty Watch: Shopping at Shen Beauty

Good morning, Wednesday. I have yet another cold for the love of the Lord.  I can't seem to get well this winter. At all.But you know what always makes me feel better than 24 hours under the cover? Good beauty products. No for real. I love them.

So I was happy to move a stone's throw away from one of my favorite beauty and skincare destinations, Shen Beauty. Shen is on Court Street in Carroll Gardens (about to move closer to Atlantic in the old Nature's Grill space if you know the neighborhood) and they stock the very best selection of clean beauty around. Plus everyone who works there is super helpful and fun and their service menu is equally divine (facials, waxing, etc.). All in all- a lovely retail experience.

And since I'm trying to go clean when it comes to my products, I love that mostly everything at Shen is free of bad stuff and generally better for the Earth. And it does not come cheap, but I have truly loved everything I've purchased from them. Here are a few of my favs:

Dr. Barbara Sturm glow drops. I had my eyes on this product for a while but didn't want to pony up the fundage. Since I write a lot for skincare I know this line very well- one of the better dermatologist brands on the market and a huge success for its science first approach. Obscenely expensive- but excellent. I love these drops that you put over your foundation or layered over moisturizer to give you that beautiful lit from within look. I swear I'm walking around in perpetual candlelight. Love. Worth the money.

Haoma Nourishing Cleansing Balm. This little balm of mine...is so great. I wear makeup and I need something to get it all the heck off. Micellar water is lovely but doesn't quite deep clean. This lovely balm has a bit of a jelly like texture but grabs even the heavy duty stuff off your face. And the packaging is pretty so has good shelf appeal.

The Roen warm palette-  I adore this gorgeous vegan palette from Roen. I'm not one for shimmery glittery things anymore but this palette can be dabbed on with your fingers for a fabulously natural yet fun look. I also love layering in a few dabs of any of these colors with some of my powder shadows for a bit of glimmer. So beautiful. 

Cinnamon Projects Incense Sticks. I love incense and I particularly love Japanese incense. These sticks deliver maximum Kyoto vibes without the jet lag. Divine. And again- gorgeous packaging for the packaging nerds in the audience. 

Volar Body Essence Body Oil. Winter in New York means cozy sweaters and hot cocoa, but it also means dry as f skin. I have always loved old brownstones but know what I don't love? Radiator heat. Oy it does a number on the skin. This body lotion is fabulous and smells like a dream (it comes in three scents but I love this one). I use this interchangeably with any of my regular body lotions and it's fantastic. Best to use when still damp from a shower. Makes the whole bathroom smell glorious too. I came home from work the other night and could still smell it. Divine. Not at all sticky or tacky. Big ups.

I could keep going as Shen stocks many of my most coveted brands- Gucci Westman,  Vintner's Daughter, Augustinus Bader.  Plus they have lovely candles and gifts for all of your chic friends and family. Just wanted to give a shout out to one of my favorite shops- love that they are independent and down the street from Sephora yet somehow miles away in terms of what they offer. One of the best in the boroughs and beyond. Should you ever want to join me on a Shen safari, I'm game. It's a very quick commute. 

Cause that's what's up this doing it clean kind of Wednesday in the 212. Yours, in Brooklyn beauty. XO


Shen is located at 315 Court Street.

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1502240 2020-01-24T12:19:57Z 2020-02-06T14:48:37Z I'm almost 50. And I give a fuck.

Good morning, Friday. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, particularly because I'm still in bed. This week was a bit of a thing and I'm happy for a few precious moments of down time with the dog. He's currently snuggled in and for the moment, there's no chaos.

So this week I read a piece someone on Facebook posted from Scary Mommy abut being in your 40s and geared to not giving an f. The tone of the piece was salty and angry but not tone deaf entirely. It was just about not putting up with bullshit people or gigs or anything at this stage in the game. I can relate to that. I'm sure you can, too.

And though that "not giving a single f" has worked its way into our popular vernacular, it's an angry sentiment I'd imagine someone like Bethenny Frankel saying on repeat. No offense to her, but she's not exactly a peaceful warrior. And that's where my head needs to be.

Sidebar- I'm angry about plenty believe me. Most of that has to do with politics. But this whole notion of not giving an f is kind of silly. Because as I stand on the edge of my 50th year, I have to say- I give a f.  I give lots of f's.

I give a f about working with people who respect the expertise and talent I bring. 

I give a f about taking care of my body and mind.

I give a f about the future of this country and the world.

I give a f about trusting my intuition and letting it guide me even when insecurity or fear wants to drive.

I could easily say I don't give an f about being overly ambitious at this phase in life, but the real sentiment is I give an f to the fact that life is short and I'm no longer interested in climbing to the top of some imaginary corporate ladder because I give an f about my sanity and ethics and sense of balance. Oh, and I give an f about being fair, kind, and compassionate. I saw a meme recently that said "the key to happiness is to not give a fuck". That just felt so wrong to me. Donald Trump doesn't give a fuck. You most likely do. More of the latter please. 

Trust me, I like the punk rock vibe of not giving an f- but the collective anger and angst is taking a toll on society and I for one am more interested in giving an f vs. not giving one. 

Recently I took a short gig over a weekend that ended up being a time and energy suck. I knew before I said yes I should be saying no, but I did it anyway. Turns out it was not a good fit and I was frustrated as hell over it. And though I could easily slip into an idontgiveafuckaboutthesepeopleorbeingcooloranythingofthesort I instead chose to think about it as oh- I do give a fuck. About not working with people who make me feel crappy. Or give bad direction. Or spin my wheels. Because I give a fuck about my time and how it's spent. Because every second counts from here on out.

So instead of adding to this giant swirling ball of anger, I'm choosing to care about the stuff that matters most. And if you need me to give a fuck about you, I can easily do that too. Chances are,  I do already.  I think the whole not giving an f and giving an f are very similar actually. It's just about making time for the amazing things life has to offer vs. the ones that bring you the f down. I just thought a shift in thinking was needed.

Cause that's what's up this staying positive kind of Friday in the 718. Yours, in care bear thoughts from under the duvet. XO


  

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1501484 2020-01-22T15:37:24Z 2020-01-22T15:39:02Z It's Wednesday. Do you know where your pearls are?

Good morning, Wednesday. It's chilly and sunny and I'm in the mood for Belle And Sebastien and hot tea with milk. Cozy.

So recently I've been exploring some deeper sides of my spirituality and thinking about how much that affects how we present to the world. I've always appreciated style and fashion and can't imagine not expressing that somehow.  At a recent psychic reading (don't hate), my reader told me I should be listening to a lot of opera and wear loads and gobs of pearls. Needless to say, I jumped on the latter.I"m still futzing about with the opera. It's not really my bag but I'm open.

And just last night I was on my way home from the city and passed a shop way down in Chinatown that sold strands and strands of pearls. There were double strands. Triple strands. Quadruples even. I stopped dead in my tracks and felt drawn in, like a magnet. It's pearls I need. I'm sure of it.

Oh and my newest crush and obsession Harry Styles has been wearing pearls and I can't take how confident and chic it is on him. He's kind of the best.

I've had a long history with pearls, by the way. I know I'm not really the preppy type but I have worn a single strand of modest pearls given to me by my father for much of my adult life- lately I'll pair them with a punkish gold locket necklace to give them some edge. And I found a gorgeous, double strand necklace of vintage Barbara Bush sized  pearls in Miami that I love to wear with something high necked. Plus my pearl studs from J.Crew are a regular occurrence in my ear lobes. I don't wear a ton of earrings but if I do I tend to go with something simple like pearl studs. And on my wedding day, in Vegas my husband gave me the most beautiful Mikimoto black pearl drop necklace with a small diamond on top. So gorgeous and so timeless on something low necked. So as you can see, I've always loved the quiet and delicate elegance of pearls, and as you go up in size they can even become more whimsical and fun. 

Anyway, these pearls from Tiffany came across my feet today on The Cut- a dead stop. They are so modern and cool and I just love them to bits. Tiffany and pearls? Kind of a no brainer. Well done. PS- they were designed to "capture the spirit of the women of New York".  Good stuff.

Here's a few other ways to give power to the pearls. Lovely, aren't they?

I adore this pearl embellished sweater from & Other Stories. I'd do it with leather pants to toughen it up a bit. I tend to do that with pieces that feel too girly. The black is sold out but I love the cream for real. And it's on sale.

A jewelry brand I've had my eye on (and drool over on the regular) is Sophie Buhai. She does a modern take on pearls like no other. I want this necklace almost as much as I want to be independently wealthy. It's STUNNING. And though not cheap, it's a good price for something of this stature. LOVE. OBSESSED. 

And for you non-trad types, freshwater pearl seems to be trending quite a bit of late. Who remembers the Biwa pearl moment of the 80s? Somehow these give you the feeling of being somewhere sunny and warm, but most of all, they're perfectly on trend. 

This bracelet from J.Crew is so fab. I love it so as a layering piece or just on its own wrapped around a long sleeved black turtleneck.Cashmere. Duh.

And this Nicholas Kirkwood pump is so subtle and fabulous and cool. I'd rock these with fine fishnets or with a boyfriend jean. So good.

Here's a few other inspo images from the streets. I love pearls to pieces. You should, too, They're not just for country clubs anymore, kittens. Cause that's what's up this precious Wednesday in the 212. Yours, in pearly whites, blacks, and everything in between. XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1498830 2020-01-14T15:07:02Z 2020-01-14T15:07:11Z Maven must have: The perfect shrunken sweatshirt

Good morning, Tuesday. So this past weekend was supposedly some sort of seismic astrological moment and despite being sick with yet another cold, I felt pretty great. i was expecting to feel like an emotional hurricane on ten tabs of acid but nah. Nothing out of the ordinary. Keep calm and carry on and them.

So let's talk clothes.

Lately I've been looking at my closetful of dresses and feeling lackluster. I have been a dress girl for so many seasons and now they are leaving me a little bit cold. I find myself drawn to more of a tomboy silhouette- pants, blazers, sneakers. And one item I've been coveting of late is a really great sweatshirt. Look at my pal Shalom above. OMG.

One of the joys of walking around New York and Brooklyn is seeing the tremendously good style. Arguably it used to be better, but perhaps I'm just not in sync with millennial vibes. But if you are an observer and dedicated follower, you've no doubt noticed the cute sweatshirt thing happening. I'm seeing a ton of overly cropped kind of boxy iterations, but that's not quite my jam. I like the ones that channel Phoebe Philo when she was at Celine. Chic and simple and  an advocate of separates. I'm not the girl wearing an oversized sweatshirt and no pants- or doing that rather strange oompa loompa silhouette Kim K. does when she rocks head to toe sweats. Non. Not for me.

I've been buying my husband some version of the classic grey crewneck sweatshirt almost every year for his birthday because he loves a good sweatshirt and now, so do I.  But make no mistake- this ain't your oversized Champion hoodie of your Kappa Alpha Theta days. For me, the best iteration that is very 2020 is a slim, slightly cropped version. Case in point- this Everlane number is calling my name. I love it in navy with black wide leg trousers and black sneakers. It's super chic and somehow dressed up without trying at all. Think of it as you would a great shrunken cashmere crewneck. Same thing, different era. Yes I know I crap on Everlane but this piece is super cute. 

Would look great with just about everything- under a glen plaid blazer, with a moto jacket and a pleated skirt to the knee. I love it most in navy but some of the other colors cute too- just sharp and smart in the navy in my humblest opinion.

A great and basic and inexpensive (under 50 bucks) way to give a little boost to your midwinter wardrobe. Cute, non?

Cause that's what's up this tomboyish Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in separates but equals. XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1497243 2020-01-09T15:48:41Z 2020-01-09T15:48:42Z On big birthdays (and bigger parties)

Good morning, Thursday. Oy vey to the first week back meshugas. It's a bit much, innit?

So I'm fortunate to have been born in a year that starts a decade, and this year I turn the big 5-0. It's amazing to me that when I have these big birthdays marked by new decades for me, it's a new decade for the world as well. That's pretty serendipitous right?

And turning 50 has me stressed. not because it means getting old, getting hot flashes, or any assorted things that could occur. But because turning such an auspicious age requires a bit of ritual. In the form of a soiree. Or a big trip. Or something indulgent or delicious or spiritually motivated. And because I am who I am, I have always looked at the world's best party as the mark of how to celebrate. Truman Capote's Black and White Ball, pictured at the top of this post. Bianca Jagger on horseback at Studio 54. And of course, the very epic Malcom Forbes bash in Tangiers, Morocco (photos above), where his lavish digs played host to the likes of Liz Taylor. This was in 1989 and somehow, I remember it like yesterday as I'm a bit of a party nerd. I love the glam, epic blowouts of a historic nature. Sue me.  At the time, his lavish lifestyle was a point of fascination to me- looking back now and realizing they sailed on the Lady Ghislaine (yes named for that Ghislaine) and was mostly filled with 80s era Republicans? Not so much. 

And in my mind, I remembered this particular soiree being held in honor of Mr. Forbes's 50th birthday. So it caused me panic. Do I need to go big for my 50th? A Moroccan sojourn with all my nearest and dearest? Would Khan (my divine pup) need a kaftan? Scratch that. Several kaftans. Not to mention the number of kaftans I'd require...

Thing is, I am not a woman who enjoys self-celebration. It embarrasses me completely. I have rarely if ever held a birthday party for myself, and when I did, it made me feel weird. Don't think this is any kind of self-loathing. It's just I'm not the type to toot my own horn.  Plus I hate putting people out or forcing them to celebrate ME. I know they want to, but you know what I mean. 

But 50 feels different somehow. Because I'm clear and I'm happy and I'm grateful to be here and I am unequivocally, unapologetically ME. And lately I've been exploring a more spiritual approach to life handling that has led to an interest in ritual. And how rituals and celebrations to mark big occasions is important. And beautiful. And why should I hide myself from the world? So as this magical year of 50 comes full circle, I'll be thinking of how I can go big in my very own, mavenesque way. I may just decide to be quiet. But I doubt it. Chances are, the right ritual will come to me, guided by my beloved intuition and card carrying sense of self.  No passport required for that, ps.

Oh and as for Malcom Forbes and that crazy, money dripping shindig? It was for his 70th. Quel relief. If I start saving now, you're all invited to Morocco in 20 years. If you are curious about this iconic party, read this fab archival piece from the Washington Post here. So good. A favorite excerpt here:

"The guests will have their hands washed with fragrant water before dinner," said Ruth Schwartz, the events planner responsible for all the arrangements, which required seven trips to Morocco from New York. "We have silverware for fastidious Americans, but we hope they'll dig in with their hands." Dinner was a great leveler. At least the cliques that had formed Friday were temporarily disbanded. Designer Calvin Klein and wife Kelly of the too-cool-for-words clique, who flew in on Rolling Stone Editor Jann Wenner's jet, had been hanging out with writer Fran Lebowitz and Barry Diller, the head of 20th Century Fox, but when they arrived at Forbes's party, by lottery they were handed tent assignments for dinner that didn't put them together. Not pleased".

Cause that's what's up this ritualistic Thursday in the magical 212. Yours, in decadent decades. Party on. XO



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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1496102 2020-01-06T15:26:54Z 2020-01-06T15:27:19Z The Globes: Not so Golden at this moment in time

Good morning, Monday. Had a snowy little vignette this am when I woke up- not enough to be annoying but just enough to be a sweet reminder of the season. I don't mind.

So last night was the Golden Globes and Gervais was funny and the dresses were nice and Jen and Brad were in the same room and Gwyneth is kind of in a bikini/gown and what is up with J. Lo's Christmas dress and who is her stylist and why does Michelle Williams look so grave and omg Patricia's boobs blah blah blah ad infinitum. 

I am so so tired of these awards shows. I understand the need for a distraction from all of the horrid things happening in the world but the vapid nature of the whole thing makes my stomach hurt. The tears, the "humility", the actor as God complex vibe. I can't.

I love movies and I love fashion but it just feels extremely out of touch to have these flashy, self congratulatory events. I may be a Scrooge but wouldn't all of that money be better spent on, oh I dunno, PEOPLE PLACES AND THINGS that need some help??? Enough.

 Incidentally, if I did have a favorite look or two, I'd pick Phoebe Waller-Bridge. And even better she is auctioning off that suit to help the situation in Australia. More, please. 

To me, that level of  narcissistic glamour is just so inane and Dadaesque.  The lavishness. The superficiality. It's not where my head is right now, and it's definitely not where my heart is either. If you still love it, that's great.  I'm tapped into a different frequency at present and that's that. Even though I loved so many of the movies and shows nominated, the pomp is vulgar.

So sorry, friends. No round up. I'm not in the mood. I wrote about discernment last week and I'm continuing with that theme- becoming more of a mantra, really. The self-congratulatory skeleton parade is not for me at this moment in time. The energy it takes for everyone to participate in these things could surely be better spent. In fact, it feels distasteful. How much praise does one ego need? The need for validation when you are already worshipped and adored seems just so yuck. Surely I'm not the only one who feels this way?

Cause that's what's up this moving into 2020 kind of Monday with a different vibe. Yours, in priorities. XO



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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1495117 2020-01-03T15:37:11Z 2020-01-03T15:47:06Z Maven pick: The sale at Antik Batik is tres bien.


Good morning, Friday. TGIIF.  It's all back to life, back to reality around here.

And just because I'm laying low on my shopping doesn't mean you have to, also. And one of my favorite labels, Antik Batik, is having a nice little sale- think French girl boho chick all the way but for a lot less cher than Isabel Marant. Boho as an ageless and timeless appeal I really have always loved. And though I'm craving a bit more tailoring than flow these days, I still love the classic cool of these pieces.

Here are a few favorites, just in case you need some retail therapy to go with all of your resolutions.

This simply chic little dress comes in burgundy and cream and has that perfect je ne sais quoi vibe the French girls pull off 24/7. This is a go everywhere dress- love it styled with boots, flats, or heels.

This scarf has a menswear vibe I love to go with all of that great suiting out there. Great over a denim shirt too.

Pretend it's still the holidays with this very glam jumpsuit. Very Studio 54 vibes and a great way to get through the gloom of winter.  Incidentally, that look at the top of the page is so good. Both pieces also on sale. Gold leather pants? Oui, merci.

This pink corduroy dress is just the sweetest and has that Belle du Jour feeling. It comes in a few colors and I'd love to have several of them to suit my mood. Adorable with a flat or an oxford. I don't like how they have it styled online with a messy hiker. Non, merci.

I've been wearing more pants lately but don't have enough tops, which is problematic when you wear pants.  Love the look of this metallic threaded number- fab with black jeans or black trousers and a high heeled bootie.

There's so many more amazing pieces on sale, but had to add this sweater coat which reminds me of something my mom wore in the 70s and I absolutely adored. This is just so chic and glam and pretty all at once.

So do a little shopping for me, would you? I love to live vicariously through all of you sexy kitties out there. Cause that's what's up this Francophile of a Friday in the 212. Yours, in Parisian chic just in time for the freakin' weekend. XO



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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1494136 2019-12-30T15:19:07Z 2020-01-02T21:10:33Z 5 Predictions for 2020

Good morning, Monday. Trying to get back in the saddle and ready for the new year. Et tu?

As someone who cut her professional teeth in the trend world, I can't help but think of some things that are coming up for me that must also be coming up for everyone else. 2020 is an auspicious year- it's a new decade for one, it's an election year for another, and it's also a metaphor for perfect vision. 

As 2019 came to a close, I found myself in an unexpected apartment move (torture) leading to a new fabulous apartment (bliss). In that process, I ended up getting rid of a lot of stuff, as one does in a move. Fortunately for us we had not been in our old place very long, so the hoarding was not too severe, but still- a move brings up a lot and the need to rid oneself of extras is one of them. As we hover in these last two days of the year, know that 2020 is going to be a year where we lighten our loads a bit. Whether that means getting rid of clothes that don't fit, candles that no longer burn, or relationships that no longer fit into our lives. From a consumer perspective, think about the fervor for Marie Kondo as well as the push towards sustainability- it's time to keep only the things you need and be far more discerning when it comes to what you bring into your home and your life. Look for 2020 to be the year of discernment. Choose wisely.

Also, I find myself feeling pulled into a more spiritual place. That does not mean religious for me, mind you. It means tapping into an energy I always knew was alive and well within me- astrology, tarot, intuition. My intuition has always guided me and when I trust it, it serves me extremely well. With so much riding on 2020, look to the cosmos, the cards, the inner wisdom you have. I'm learning about tarot and hoping to read cards this year. I've always loved pattern recognition (the trend thing again), so tarot cards offer an excellent way to interpret what's happening- and as my teacher told me the other day- it's not about predictions. It's about prescriptions. I'll take what I can get. So in 2020, look for the rise of the witches to figure prominently. And if you're picturing a green woman in a witch's hat think again. To me, the universe is seeking a more feminine energy- and that's traditionally a vibe that's more guided by intuition. Last year I recall seeing a ton of astrological gifts for the holiday, as well as clothing with the planets, stars, etc. This year it will manifest in action, and both men and women turning to a more spiritual interpretation of all the chaos around us.

Now this one may take you by surprise but bear with me. At the new 29 Rooms (an annual experiential event in NYC hosted by Refinery 29), I noted a bit of a theme in how we interact with strangers. From palm reading (see above) a stranger's hand through a hole in the wall to an installation called 29 Questions where "guests are invited to step outside of their comfort zone, pull up a chair, and connect with a stranger," there's something to the profound disconnection we feel in such a supposed "connected time." I imagine this could manifest in more events like the ever-popular Daybreaker to more charity focused pursuits like helping others in need that are total strangers. Perhaps it's not about anonymous interactions, but more about compassionate connectivity

Which leads me to another world movement I see happening as November approaches- the age of activism. The number of causes we need to be concerned about are simply staggering. From the environment to racism to sexism and back again. We've seen it bubbling up all over the world in places like Hong Kong and young people like Greta Thunberg, and I believe we're going to see a ton more of it as 2020 begins. Incidentally, this will not just be about shouting and protests. It will also present itself in a sort of armchair activism, too- deciding to purchase only used clothing is an excellent example of how you can be an activist and participate in change without having to leave your home.

Something else I've been chewing on? How we are thinking about work these days. We know millennials are burnt out, and I assume the rest of us are too. Lately, I've seen all over my LinkedIn feed articles about whether it's better to work to live vs. live to work and how it's a bit of stretch to expect work to give you all the fulfillment in life you're seeking. I'm not saying that can't happen. But what I am saying is that 2020 is all about shifting priorities and discernment, as mentioned above. So when it comes to the work we do, think about working smarter vs. working harder. A friend of mine shared an article with me from the head of Shopify, Tobias Lutke, about how you have about five hours of creativity a day to offer your workplace, and that "there are five creative hours in everyone's day. All I ask of people at Shopify is that 4 of those are channeled into the company. " He's worth over 3 billion dollars, mind you. I do think we need to work on work- particularly Stateside. Many of us are too stressed out or over-scheduled to make time for the things that matter most to us. I'm interested to see how this idea plays out in the workplace- I suspect it's not going to change for 2020 majorly, but rather the seeds of change will be planted this year.

Other little blips I imagine will peak this year? Vintage clothing, a distaste for alcohol, luxe train travel, ancestral tourism, and Y2K inspired fashion a la the Matrix or shiny fabrics mixed with flared jeans. Look for those as well this year- the return of the flare is sure to be a big hit.

Also- look for maven to get a bit of an upgrade too. I have a new blog coming out- not sure when but I'm using my intuition to share it with all of you at just the right moment. ;)

Cause that's what's up this future gazing Monday at the very edge of 2019. Yours, in adjusting that focus. XO




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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1490878 2019-12-19T18:37:01Z 2020-01-06T16:48:21Z On (not) drinking

Good afternoon, Thursday. Somebody's had a bit too much Christmas cheer. And that someone is me. Oy vey.

It's recently come to my attention that I can no longer hang. Or maybe, I can no longer hang in my usual way.  It's been short of a year or so since I decided to take better care of myself and in that time, I've virtually stopped drinking outright. I had no idea how weird that would be. Having spent the better half of a lifetime in advertising, I liked to drink. It was hard to go on production and not enjoy some wine or cocktails or whatever with your pals. I treasure some of those gin soaked summers, but the residual bloat and hangovers? Nope. Not so much.

So with the holiday season in full swing, I've enjoyed many nights out, some with alcohol, and others with not. Truth be told- I'm much happier not to drink. At all. I know many others are feeling this way too- dry January has now led to more and more people extending sobriety for longer lengths of time while the uptick in beverages like Kin Euphorics  which contain adaptogens for a feeling of supposed elations (which did JACK for me ps) are taking the place of more traditional boozy bevs. And 40 percent of adults in America are drinking less than they did five years ago, according to a survey out this year.  Listen- if I didn't have to think about anything I ate or drank and could still look amazing, I'd booze like Bukowski. But think about how Bukowski looked. Yea. See what I mean? Even the poster child of wasted elegance, Kate Moss, is abstaining and she looks better than ever.  "The supermodel used to drink so much that she was nicknamed “The Tank” and could often be found downing prosecco in the morning, wine and vodka at lunch, then partying into the night", according to that reputable source of info, the Sun. Once you hit 40something, you feel every sip. Trust me. Not to mention, on the verge of 50.

I've noticed my skin looks much better since I stopped drinking on the regs. I've also lost weight (did that with food too of course) and generally feel more on top of things. I would not in any way call myself sober. That's truly not what this is about for me. It's more about health vs. sobriety, if that makes sense. I know the two are connected of course, but my intention was not to get sober. It was to lose the inflammation, shed some pounds, and generally feel great. Dropping alcohol form my routine made a huge difference. I think it's going to stick for a good stretch. The past two nights I've had drinks (two each night) and though I don't feel terrible, I don't feel wonderful either. When did I become such a bore? Albeit a glowier, thinner, healthier bore. Everything in life is a tradeoff innit?

If I'm wearing my trend hat, I can see alcohol reaching a steep decline, even in an election year when we will most likely feel like drowning our sorrows (toasting our happiness?).  Would love to hear if others reading are feeling the same way about alcohol. It's just not my jam at present. I may have one on occasion but it's not for me anymore. I always prided myself on being a fairly excellent drinker, but think my mind was playing tricks on me, because my body thought otherwise.

And that's what's up this tee totaling Thursday in the 212. Yours, in make mine a seltzer. XO





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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1488179 2019-12-12T16:31:19Z 2019-12-12T16:34:32Z Maven pick: Universal Standard's Holiday Classics (and why I love them so much)

Good morning, Thursday. Don't you just love waking up with a stuffy nose and dry skin? Welcome to winter in New York. Damn this radiator heat. Time to schlep out the humidifier. Merde.

So besides my cold weather malaise, I wanted to chat with you about one of my favorite brands, Universal Standard. I've shouted them out before but felt compelled to go a little bit deeper because they are probably my favorite brand of the last few years. Founded by Polina Veksler and Alexandra Waldman (pictured above), this inclusive, female founded clothing brand (they make sizes from 00-40) is a fabulous example of what modern clothing should be. In marketing, we talk a ton about disruption, and they are shaking up the space. From their new take on retail (using a bit of the Bonobos model and having a showroom where you can try and then order online and also work one on one with a stylist) to their fresh take on sizing (a size 10 is an XS), I love everything about them. And I know I've been on a sustainability tear of late- so I'm happy to note that this brand  has a program called “Fit Liberty” so that consumers have the flexibility to return products from the participating collection if they no longer fit for any reason and so that women can feel empowered by bodies that are constantly changing. Products returned through this initiative are not wasted but are instead donated to organizations like Dress For Success and First Step, part of the Coalition for the homeless, that help empower women to achieve economic independence, according to Euro News. They also use fit models of every size they sell so they can focus on true sizing rather than a formula that feels more one size fits all (rarely true). Their pieces are all super classic and the quality is just fabulous. I discovered their Goop collab lin the fall of 2018 (pictured above) and fell in love at first lapel.

Recently an entrepreneurial and brilliant friend of mine who works in theater started her own brand and was looking for great options to wear to work. I'm going to take her shopping at the showroom as soon as both of us can get together- she's looking for pieces that are stylish and feel put together. And since she's starting her own thing, it's important for the clothing to be affordable. And I look forward to helping her put it all together.

So I recently visited the US showroom and while there, my favorite salesperson (who I met once and literally remembered me and the name of my dog) was helping a transgender person find the right clothes. Watching them try things on and feel confident in their own skin made me happy. Everybody deserves that, and to feel great about your style regardless of who you are is a wonderful thing. The showroom in New York has really lovely dressing rooms too- super private and luxe with not a hint of judgement.

Here are some of my fav things from their collection- great looks for an office party, Christmas dinner, or even New Year's eve.

This suit (link for pants here). OMG. It gives me Tom Ford in the 90s vibes. Everything I own from this brand feels and looks like a million dollars. I'm obsessed. I love the forest green so much.

This skirt is so elegant and beautifully made. I'm not usually one for pleats but this one is so flattering. I love it in black for a kind of Comme Des Garcons vibe, but it's also stunning in the wine color, which I also love for holiday.

This jumpsuit has been worn by me a million times. And I have a million jumpsuits. I love the utility of it- but it's also kind of sexy with a bit of bra peeking out and some high heeled boots. It has the nicest bit of stretch and is super comfy and easy to get in and out of- home run, hon.

I know I showed some pajamas yesterday, but here are a less fancy but super chic take- great for when you wake up at yourin-law's house and want to feel a bit more covered up on Christmas morning. Comes in a lighter hue as well.

And this suit is just my favorite thing- there is nothing better than a tuxedo jacket and slim pant combo with a heel or a flat or even an Adidas Gazelle. My love for good menswear pieces knows no bounds. Absolutely a top silhouette of mine that makes me feel my most confident. I guess I like to wear the pants after all. Bonus- great pieces you can wear separately too- excellent for any wardrobe. And it will never go out of style.

The point is- the name Universal Standard might imply there is one- but that's the trick. There isn't. But what is universal is our desire to feel great in our clothes and wear fashionable things that are "universally" flattering, and not just for a select few whose thighs don't touch.

One thing to note when ordering online- make sure to pony up some extra money to get your pieces more quickly and in time for all of your jingle belling. The standard shipping takes a minute but they offer several options so you should be great. 

I'm all about a future focused fashion moment- and to me, Universal Standard is the brand we need right now, and we are going to need them as we continue to grow, change, and hopefully make peace with our bodies and ourselves. And yes, there's a lot of black. And?

Cause that's what's up this universally flattering kind of Thursday in the 212. Yours, in standard fare. XO





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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1487782 2019-12-11T13:48:05Z 2019-12-13T21:26:10Z 5 gifts for New York women

Good morning, Wednesday. I skipped the gym this am because sometimes a girl just needs her rest. That just means I had a little more time and space this am to write, which is always good during this very busy season. So let's move on to gifting and what to give your favorite New York woman- whether that's your friend, your lover, or of course- yourself. Self gifting is always a good idea. This edition of the maven gift guide has a definite theme, and to honor NYC- it's all black.

I may have made some changes this year, but the majority of my wardrobe is still black. i've tried through the years to switch that all up (a 7-year stint in Miami will do that to a girl), but I'm back in black because it's effortless, sexy, and altogether slimming. But it's not just about what you wear on your body, I also love black accessories. So without further adieu, I give you the Maven all black gift guide. I am sure there are a million more things I could share on this one, but here's an edited version because life (and the holiday season) is short.

Here goes:

For Jon Snow enthusiasts. I have made jokes through the years that my winter style is a cross between Jon Snow and Jim Morrison. I love black faux fur pieces mixed with leather, so these AWESOME slippers in black swirl are so very maven and completely ethical to boot. I've written about Baboosha before, a line founded by a friend I used to work with in agency life who now lives in Paris. This black alpaca fur slipper is like a chic winter BFF- they are the first thing I reach for when I get home and they are absolutely delicious. This all black take feels like something Jon Snow might want to wear when he's chillin' after a hard day fighting off white walkers. Much like a day in midtown, mind you.

For boudoir babes. With winter here, life is more about staying indoors. So why not look great doing it? These PJs are so chic- I love marabou feathers (I got it from my grandma) and these are sleek and fabulous and could also be worn when hosting a dinner party for the right kind of woman. The one who loves comfort and luxe all at once.

For the fashionable transactional. I'm wondering if wallets are going to reach extinction soon since cash is not really a thing of late but we still need our license and our cards. I love this very classic cardholder. It's minimal enough but the all black YSL logo gives it some good stuff and keeps it from going too plain Jane. A beautiful gift.
For the winky woman. In times like these, having a good sense of humor is crucial to not losing one's mind. i spotted this Dada candle on my Instagram feed and fell in love with it. Plus when it burns down, it turns into a nice little middle finger to the establishment. Get this for women who "get it", and identify with a certain level of rebellion. 
For the active urbanista. Ok fleece has always been my nemesis. I have never liked it and I have always found it to be the most unstylish thing on Earth, right up there with proper hiking boots. But a new crop of black fleeces have caught my eye and this one from influencer fav Outdoor Voices has my number. It's super functional and warm but also somehow stylish and sleek. I may need to own this one myself. Great for en route to the gym/barre/yoga/dog walking vibes. 

Ok one more- THESE GLOVES. Ooh.

I could continue but you're dialed in now.  I love New York during the holidays, don't you? Cause that's what's up this all Black everything kind of Wednesday en route to the 212. Yours, in dreaming of a Black Christmas. XO

Maven update: To clarify, the Baboosha slippers are NOT FAUX FUR, but cruelty free alpaca.






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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1487369 2019-12-10T15:32:06Z 2019-12-10T15:32:51Z Maven picks: Ten products you need ASAP for a fresh faced holiday/new year/new you glow

Good morning, Tuesday. Another rainy day in old New York. How does one motivate under such circumstances?

Thanks for the love yesterday. I felt it over the wifi. It's nice to have a venue to talk about love and hope and whatever else. Today I'm going to share those makeup products I've been loving- be warned- they are not inexpensive. But as I mentioned, I wear makeup on most days and to me investing in products that are good for my skin and provide coverage, etc. are well worth the price.

So here goes:

I generally start with a primer, and like mascara, finding the one I like the most has always been challenging. I recently discovered Victoria Beckham's new makeup line, and though I haven't tried any of the other things, I am OBSESSED with her cell rejuvenating primer. The packaging is a stunning addition to your makeup table or medicine cabinet, and her collaboration with skin guru Augustin Bader makes this a primer +. It nourishes your skin and not only provides a wonderful base for makeup, but also gives that healthy glow I'm forever seeking. It's a home run.

The rest of the line up is mostly Gucci Westman, my other girlfriend, pictured above. She's been a celebrity/high fashion makeup artist forever and is also married to one of the founders of Rag and Bone and I find her brand of beauty immensely appealing and just right. Her makeup line is all about clean beauty (as is Beck's) which I'm digging on majorly. Who wants a bunch of crap on your face? I've changed my tune on this one ps- in the early days of organic beauty I turned my nose up but now the category has exploded and it's truly miraculous what can be done without a bunch of chemicals. 

So here goes:

After my primer, I use Gucci's foundation stick, another type of product I have never believed in but now absolutely love for the easy application/every day feel. It provides as much or as little coverage as you want- it's definitely medium to heavy in terms of that ps- this is no tinted moisturizer but somehow it still melts into your skin and never feels caky or mask-like. It's a fab product and super easy to pack too, which I love. You can also use it as a concealer.

Then I use her cream blush (I love Chouchette, the nude peach) which you can blend with your fingers for a more natural look. It's the perfect pinch of color. I also use a bit of her contour stick, starting at the middle of my cheekbone and blending up. I then sweep on a bit of bronzer (dusting lightly on sides of face and down the nose) and dab on a touch of her highlighter on the apple of my cheeks and on my nose and chin. PS- Westman designed the line so everything can be applied with your fingers besides the bronzer and of course, mascara. How great is that? For those who like brushes, hers are amazing. I have not bit the bullet on those, but I hear great things.

As for my eyes, I also use her mascara- which is obscenely expensive but gorgeous and completely non-toxic. You really don't need much more on your eyes if you use it, but I also have discovered brown vs. black liner of late- I want to try Victoria Beckham's version but I'm loving Lancome's Black Coffee (not clean beauty mind you) dark brown, old school pencil. I was a big liquid liner fan for years but now prefer the soft look of this pencil. It's a classic. And I like the softer vibe of brown eyeliner- finding it suits me more as I'm, ahem, maturing. Ooh and hot tip- that highlighter above I mentioned? Dab some on your lids for a bit of non color color. So good.

I then sweep my whole face with Hourglass powder, or this classic one from Chanel, depending on how shiny I'm feeling. 

I realize this sounds like a ton of products, but the whole thing takes me about ten minutes if I'm taking my time, and everything is super portable, idiot proof,  and easy to stow, and looks super pretty displayed to boot. Oh and you may be wondering about lipstick- I'm not a huge lipstick girl but on occasion I'll go for a red lip stain like this one from YSL. For every day, I pencil in my whole lip with Charlotte
Tillbury 's nude pink pencil Pillowtalk as a base with a bit of clear gloss to just have a bit of a rosy hue. i don't love lipstick in general but that's just me.

So am I really becoming low maintenance? Nope. Not with ten products. But more discerning about what products I buy and use? Yes. I do believe I am. Keeping my beauty clean for the most part, quick, and portable is kind of my jam for 2020 and beyond.

Cause that's what's up this fixing my face kind of Tuesday in the 212.Yours, in the moment I wake up, before I put on my makeup, I say a little prayer for you. And you too. XO

 




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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1486987 2019-12-09T14:16:09Z 2019-12-10T12:16:21Z Maven reflects: Five things I changed this year

Good morning, Monday. It's not a beautiful day in the neighborhood but oh well. 

So it's been a minute since I've been blogging and truly- life/work have gotten in the way of any musings here. I'm pleased to report the move was a rollicking success- after going through hell and back we survived.  My home is sacred to me and having it in upheaval was beyond challenging. A  ton of work, stress, and of course, money. Fun times but we are now happily habitating in our Carroll Gardens home and finally able to breathe. As I think I've told you- change is a real pain in the ass for me.  I generally don't like it. But it's true what they say and change is good and getting through that was a magical thing. 

And since it's the end of the year, here's some things I changed in 2019 to feel better in my body and mind. No hippie shit. Just truth. Some of these are more seismic, others a bit more superficial. In any event, they were shifts I wanted to share. 

1. Diet. This is a biggie, friends. I did a big project for a diet brand this year (soon to be released but hush for now) and it made me realize how I wanted to get myself together. I'm always a work in progress and always feel like I could lose a few more, but I'm getting there. I've been vigilant and it's been paying off and I'm feeling a lot happier. I don't mind admitting that when I don't fit into my clothes it makes me feel bad. Plus as I'm getting older, I'm feeling a real sense of having to keep weight down to feel healthy and resilient. I know there's plenty of movements out there for body positivity and I salute all of those, but for me, I'm more comfortable not super skinny, but healthy. And
that means keeping my weight in check as best as I can. 

2. Saying goodbye to fast fashion. So this one is challenging and probably won't stick, but I went on a big Zara bender as I was slimming down and the model is so bad for the environment, it really gave me pause. My new way of shopping I'd like to embrace is far more sustainable- vintage, consigned, and occasional new purchases for more high end or occasional items. It just feels like the right thing to do and judging from all the amazing vintage pop ups around as well as sites like The Real Real and Kaiyo for furniture (awesome site), this is a culturally relevant thing I predict will completely change how we shop.

3. Setting boundaries. This is a biggie, pals. After living in a toxic environment, my mind was made up. I can't let people into my life that are crazy. Needless to say, there are degrees. Most people who live in New York are a little nuts and so am I so that's just fine. I have a bad habit of attracting nut jobs and the buck stopes here. Because I can't bear crazy at this point and the next point will speak more to that.

4. Being discerning. I've always been a very black and white kind of chick but as I approach my 50th year, I realize that I now know myself better than I ever have. And I know what I want. And more importantly, I know what I don't want. Moving into an apartment with some challenging spaces helped me see it's important to be very selective about what you put in your home, and the same holds for your body and mind. Better food. Better thinking before I buy stuff. Better relationships with people. Better projects that make my heart sing. That's what I'm all about right now. But that Rachel Comey dress at Saks that just went on sale. Oof. I'm only human, right?

5. Makeup. I have always, always worn makeup and I have no plan to stop. Not only do I like the result but I also enjoy the ritual of putting it on. It relaxes me somehow. But during the move I was makeup free for a few weeks and it was truly liberating. And since I'm really into clean beauty (late to the party I know), I decided to pare down my routine. After discovering Gucci Westman's products, I took a step back and now only use about five things on a regular basis, for day or night. I'll talk about those later in the week- you won't want to miss it. I'm thrilled with my new line up and am preferring a much more pared down, natural look. The whole "Euphoria" look is wonderful, but not for me. I do think there's something to getting older and wearing less makeup. I always thought that was bs, but it's working for me.

Care to share what you've taken on in 2019? 

Tomorrow, I'll share some things I want to do for 2020. Not resolutions, mind you. Just some goals. Cause that's what's up this new moon on Monday kind of, well, Monday in the 718. Yours, in year-end round ups. XO



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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1476317 2019-11-11T15:02:18Z 2019-11-25T19:23:26Z Moving in New York City/Brooklyn: A step by step guide

Good morning, Monday. How art thou? I'll get right to it.

So this week we are moving to our new apartment just down the road from our current one. We had to flee a difficult situation in our lovely home (neighbors are fun), and now we are moving on. Considering it's Veteran's Day (thank you for your service), I thought I might relay a tale from this here veteran of New York City apartment life. It's a bit of a war zone. And in case you're not living in New York or never have, here' a little bit about how that all goes:

First, you realize you have to leave a lousy apartment situation and hope the landlord finds the feeling mutual. If so, you get out of your lease, which goes to 2021 and start the search. You cry day and night for two weeks because you so love the apartment you have and can't imagine life on any other block in Brooklyn. And those floors. Those floors are EVERYTHING. But you also can't imagine living in a toxic setting any longer, so leave you must.

Second, you start the search. Your goal is to move in December, but you want to start looking at the end of October. You toy with the idea of returning to Manhattan, but then stand entirely too close to a smarmy, French realtor in the tiniest elevator of all time and are shown an apartment that breaks your heart due to its squalor and your heart sinks. The 60s between 5th and Madison are clearly not in your cards. Plus, you have time for that. And that's just fine. Because you're a Brooklyn girl at this point, and there's nowhere else to go. But what about Greenpoint? Could you do Greenpoint?

Third, you realize you could not do Greenpoint, and you freak out because you must stay in Cobble Hill or Carroll Gardens. You see one apartment on the Columbia Waterfront that literally makes you laugh out loud. Though nicely renovated, the layout is insane. Two bedrooms on opposite ends of the apartment, the narrowest living room/kitchen you've ever seen, and zero closets. You ask the realtor how anyone with more than 3 tee shirts could live here, to which he replies, "people make it work." Not this person. Bye, Felicia.

Fourth, you can't stop thinking about that place in Fort Greene. The one with the pornographically beautiful kitchen, but the Murphy bed. Yes, that's right- a Murphy bed. When youmentioned a Murphy bed to your dear friend and hairdresser, she said: "what is this, Nolita in the '90s"? Point taken. And though the loftlike living space was beyond grand, there were again no closets. Like zero. Dear God. Where would your shoes go?

Fifth, you are officially in a demonically possessed state of apartment seeking obsession. Sleeping and eating are not really a thing. You have to find the perfect apartment. And then you do. Truly.

You see a listing on Streeteasy for a place in Carroll Gardens, in a three-story house that slightly resembles a mausoleum, which you like. Next door is a massive blow up Jack 'O Lantern, belonging to the "undertaka/funeral directa" who owns the building. He decorates for all the holidays. This is a beautiful sign for a wannabe Italian like yourself. 

Then you go into the building, which looks super grandma but kind of amazing. You enter the apartment and poof. You are home. Just like that. Because you're a Cancer, you just know what home is the second you see it and feel it. And this was home. It's spacious, light-filled, and quirky. It has a gorgeous view of lovely yards and brownstones. There is a second bedroom which becomes- wait for it- a closet. It's no Carrie Bradshaw situation, but it works for you. Plus you are now two blocks away from your barre studio, and a block away from the old Italian coffee place you secretly fantasize about making your office, so the old neighborhood guys can protect you over espressos should anyone be late paying an invoice.You realize Carroll Gardens may in fact be more your vibe than Cobble HIll. Sure, it's only a few blocks away but it feels different. A little more real and old school. And you can smell it and taste it and feel it and somehow you just KNOW. 

And now, the games really begin.

BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO HAVE THIS APARTMENT AND PLEASE CANCEL THE OPEN HOUSE AND DON'T SHOW IT ARE YOU GONNA SHOW IT WHO ELSE IS LOOKING AT IT HOW CAN I GET IT OK LET ME GET THREE MONTHS RENT IN A CASHIER'S CHECK AND FILL OUT THE APPLICATION THAT ASKS FOR EVERY DETAIL AND FIBER OF MY FINANCIAL WELL BEING EVEN THOUGH I'M RENTING AND NOT BUYING AND WHY AREN'T WE BUYING WE'RE THROWING MONEY AWAY WE'RE TIRED OF THROWING MONEY AWAY FUCK THIS OH WELL BUT THAT APARTMENT IS GREAT YOU GOTTA GET IT RUN TO THE BANK AND FILL OUT THE APPS AND HON SEND THAT DIGITAL TAX RETURN FROM 2016 PLEASE WOULD YOU? ALL INFO IN WAIT WAIT WAIT CREDIT CHECK EVERYTHING BLAH BLAH BLAH WHY IS IT STILL ON STREETEASY DID WE GET IT DID WE GET IT? WE GOT IT WE GOT IT RUN TO THE STARBUCKS ON MONTAGUE STREET AND SIGN THE LEASE WHILE YOUR DOG SITS OUTSIDE AND SHIVERS BECAUSE THEY WON'T LET HIM IN AND YOU SIT WITH HIM SHIVERING AND SIGN PAPERWORK AS THE SUN SETS AND HOLY SHIT THIS WAS A DAY HOW DID WE PULL THIS OFF AND YES WE ARE PAYING DOUBLE RENT TO MAKE THE PAIN GO AWAY BUT NOW WE CAN MOVE IN GRADUALLY IN NOVEMBER...

And so it goes. One whole week of looking and a whole two week to prepare. Giddy the heck up.

Move in day is Thursday and I can't wait to decorate but need to slow my roll because I can't have everything at the same time and that irks me. But what I can have is some breathing space and peace and quiet and happiness. And then you can all come over for dinner. The seating is going to be so good. I just thought you might enjoy a little glimpse into how New Yorkers have to deal with stuff. Lest you think it's all gallery openings and bullshit. It's not. It's bullshit, alright. Just not of the kind you'd suspect. Part of me wants to quit what I'm doing and go back to law school and fight for renter's rights. It's all so gnarly, but somehow we survive and eventually thrive because we love this big, dumb town.

Cause that's what's up this New York story kind of a Monday in the 212. Yours, in veterans and security deposits. XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1474340 2019-11-06T14:59:16Z 2019-11-06T14:59:20Z Keanu has done it again by just being AWESOME

Good morning, Wednesday. I'm moving next week to a sweet new pad and I'm excited. But I'm moving next week. And needless to say, it's a bit of a jangler.

But I'll tell you whats NOT a jangler. I know I'm a day late on this but OMG KEANU REEVES HAS AN AGE APPROPRIATE GIRLFRIEND.

Seriously everyone. Keanu's girlfriend is 46 and not 26. And at first glance she looked like Helen Mirren to me and to so many others. And then on second glance I saw that Keanu and his lady were normal. Doing their thing. Sharing musical interests and pop cultural references. She's exactly 9 years younger than him but of course it's celebrated that he's 55, but somehow SHOCKING he's dating someone over 45? And she looks her age. Imagine that.  Hollywood has not yet clutched her in its overly injected talons. Amazing. (She's a fine artist ps, not an actress so surely that helps).

But I can't play this dumb game anymore.

I am so tired of ageism. Sexism. All of the isms. What's worse is the fact that we're all gob smacked by the fact Keanu Reeves has a girlfriend who looks mature. The optics of it are admittedly atypical. But let's not get too hung up on that. Keanu's got a lady. And she's a lucky one at that. Because just when we thought Keanu couldn't get any cooler, he confronts us with one of the biggest issues facing my generation- aging. And he doesn't even mean to do it- he's just living his life. Love him. So much.

For many of my single female friends in their 40s, dating at this time of life is no picnic. Men fo this age group tend to date younger. And Lord Forbid you are pushing 45 and you don't have kids and try to date a man of your own age. You might as well have ten heads.

What I'm saying out there to all the menfolk- try and be more like Keanu. In every way. Isn't it time to grow up when it comes to what we consider sexy and compatible and all the things? I'm not anti dating any age you like, but there's something so fabulous about dating within your generation. If, like me, you were raised on a steady diet of pop culture and music, you need that common gravitas, non? That familiar parlance that keeps one sane. Even if you both like soup. ;) That's just not enough. Look at those two. Seriously. Does it get any cooler?

So I raise my Adidas corduroy bucket hat to Mr. Reeves. Again. He continues to prove that getting older is very sexy indeed. Cause that's what's up this wisened Wednesday in the 212. Yours, in showing my age. XO



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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1472622 2019-11-01T14:42:03Z 2019-11-01T17:35:55Z Trend watch: The boot of the season is a mood.

Hello, my gorgeous friends. I've been absent here of late. A bit of a self imposed exile. Because life has been on the crazy train and I'm just trying to keep it all going. I'm sure you know the feeling. Never a dull moment and such.

But I felt Fall in the air for real this morning and a girl can't help but think of falling leaves and fashion. Well I'm always thinking about fashion but you already know that. 

Using my trend hat, I can tell you that there's one boot we'll be seeing all over the streets of my beloved New York as the temperatures drop. Made infamous on Bottega Venetta's Fall '19 runway (see above), the lugged sole Chelsea boot is going to run this town. I just know it. How you may ask? If I told you, you'd stop reading so I won't. But just call it a sixth sense.

Chances are, I'll be wearing some version of it too, most likely the Rachel Comey version because it's a slight riff on the trend and a way to still embrace the frenzy, but stay unique. Back in the day, we'd call a shoe like this a clodhopper. A shit kicker (we called Timberlands shit kickers actually). A bad ass boot. 

I have a long history with a boot of this ilk.

I used to wear Frye engineer and harnessed motorcycle boots back in the day. I will never forget buying a pair of black combat boots in Amsterdam in the 90s that made me feel like I ran the show. I wore those mofos into the ground, ps.

And though I've never been much of a Doc Marten girl, I did buy a pair of kiltie-ish combat boots two years ago that are my go to all weather jams. They look so cool with everything and they are so comfy I can't live without them.

Sure there's a Frankenstein vibe happening with a boot of this stature. Is it super feminine? No. But can you wear a boot like this with a floral dress and look obscenely sexy? Yup. And actually, I find a woman who has the confidence to wear  a strong boot like this sexy anyway. And that's my truth.

And at times like this when I want to kick primordial ass and run my own show, I'm a gonna get a pair of these on my feet sooner vs. later. Here are a few great options if you want to make like a bad mama and stomp your way through the season. After all, tough times call for tough shoes.

Here's a few I love:

NO. 6 CREPE SOLE BOOT IN PATENT - Always a huge fan of this brand's take on modern dressing. Infamous for their clogs, but this boot is a lovely and elevated take on the trend. Good stuff.

 BOTTEGA VENETA CHELSEA BOOT- Here she is. If you've got the dough, go.

 ASOS RADAR BOOT
Alternatively if you don't have the aforementioned dough, go.

DOC MARTENS LEONORE BOOT
For girls who love a good pair of Docs, slide into these. Mega bonus points for the shearling. Big fan of not wearing socks and just slipping these on to walk the dog, go to yoga, or you know, kick an ass.

 RACHEL COMEY PLANK BOOT
Here's my girl. I want you and I probably will have you. 

 ANN DEMEULEMEESTER CHUNKY BOOT

When it comes to outsized proportions, once you go Belgian, you'll never go back. They do a great job of taking something chunky and making it streamlined and chic. It's amazing.  Incidentally, there's an Ann D combat boot I wouldn't kick out of bed right here. But that's another kind of lover. Not quite a Chelsea ps, But a candidate for clodhopping anyway.

So there you have it. Will you go the butt kicking route this Fall or will you keep it quiet? I know what I'm doing, and guarantee you'll hear me stomping from about a mile away. I'm in that mood. Cause that's what's up this serious shoe of a Friday. Yours, in stepping through the BS in style. XO


MAVEN UPDATE: THESE DOC MARTENS. LOVE.






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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1471480 2019-10-29T15:41:52Z 2019-10-29T15:41:53Z 5 things I just don't get this drizzly am in NYC

Good late morning, Tuesday. It's been a minute. And it's been a month. 

Without going into too much detail, we're moving into a new apartment and it's been a bit cuckoo.I'll update later on that.

Because with so much weird stuff happening in the world, it's hard not to feel just a little bit confused by it all. Here's a few things confounding me at present. A bit of comic relief from a nerve jangling October? Sure. Here you go.

I just don't get:

Poke. Full disclosure- there was a brief moment when I was team Poke Bowl. And now I feel ashamed but somehow better admitting that. But I digress. Because Poke bowls are probably only good in their homeland, Hawaii. In midtown Manhattan, they are gross. Fish chunks. Nah. Too many weird textures in a poke bowl. I can't. And you literally can't walk a block in New York at this point without seeing a new poke place pop up. Poke joints are the Gap stores of our times. Make it stop.

Paul Rudd. I adored his new show on Netflix "Living with Yourself" where he plays himself and his clone. Yes. His clone. But here's the thing with Paul Rudd. As a straight woman, I'm not sure how to feel about him. I mean- he's good looking sure enough. But he's such a man child. There's a scene where he's in his underwear and I found myself looking away.And why doesn't he age? And how is he 5'10"? He seems so much shorter. Slighter. Boyish. And he's also worth 70 milli. And Jewish on both sides? OMG. Paul Rudd confuses me. I find him cringy and divine all at once. He's a dork but somehow sexy? I don't know. I don't know. I don't get him. Or I don't get how to feel about him.

Halloween hoo ha. Yea i know I love Khanoween (I got my sweet little Khan dog on October 31 ten whole years ago) but Halloween? Meh. Last night as i was coming out of an office building in the Flatiron some people promoting a costume shop were standing on the street scaring people. I didn't care for it. Not in this day and age. Our country is ghoulish enough, thank you very much.

Curved trousers. What is this look and how is it happening and who does it look good on? And why do I want to get this but can't quite get it? So odd. Intriguing though I must admit. I'm seeing it everywhere ps.

Kanye West. I love the Sunday service. I love the light installation/beam me up Jesus thing. But you know what I hate? A false prophet. And Kanye West is a false prophet. I don't get him. He is so talented but a complete lunatic. 

I'm quite certain there are many other things that need to be on this list. But I have to take off my Negative Nancy hat and put on my Positive Polly one. I just wanted to share some things that were making me feel bonkers this morning. Cause that's what's up this irksome Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in turning into Andy Rooney and being cool with it. If you don't know who that is...well. XO




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