tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:/posts the world according to sherimaven 2020-05-26T13:01:40Z Sheri Rosenberg tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1550084 2020-05-26T13:01:39Z 2020-05-26T13:01:40Z Styled in Place: A stylish muse in animal print

Good morning, Tuesday. Hope you had a lovely long weekend. We spent it installing new air conditioners and taking care of business at home. We also found time to have a socially distant ice cream date, and strolled through Washington Square Park- the weather was just glorious. I also stored all of winter clothes and news flash- kept my summer clothes in storage too. I have less in my closet right now and have never felt happier in terms of feeling organized and a bit more minimal. More on that soon. Ooh and reading Andre Leon Talley's new autobiography which is more delicious than even expected. Fashion nerds this is a must read. I so appreciate his passion for dress as well as his take as the first African American man to have such an impact on editorial fashion pursuits. He shook the ground and broke through the ceiling.

But without further adieu, here is my second installment of Styled in Place for you. Hope you enjoy it- this look is a personal favorite of mine, ps. So good.

Bronwyn Berry: Producer and comfortably cool chick

We met Bronwyn on a crisp Spring afternoon earlier in the quarantine and photographed and chatted on her rooftop on Henry Street. Bronwyn’s one of those cool New York women that make you think about how cool New York women are. Originally from South Africa, Bronwyn is a film and television producer and epitomized feel good fashion with her look.

I was smitten by her poppy lipstick and of course, her amazing approach to sartorial, shelter-in-place style. Her outfit screamed “must have”, and after a frantic Google search, I found it was no longer to be had. Her cool timeless cred, passion for her career, and comfortable in her own skin vibe had me at hello. And her effortless chic which felt so appropriate for our urban jungle is what I love most about my little Brooklyn neighborhood. The women here are super stylish but super casual and never fussy. Here’s what she told us.

Okay, so tell me your name, where you live and what you do for work.

My name is Bronwyn Berry and I live on Henry Street in Cobble Hill, and I am a film and TV producer.

 What kind of things do you produce?

So, at the moment, I'm working on a documentary about doo wop so I'm learning all about music of the 50s and 60s, which I didn't really know about, because it's all like American music before my time. Today we are finishing cutting the trailer, the editors are in Brooklyn, the musicians that are working with us are in Florida and the executive producers are in Florida as well.

Well, I have to ask you, first and foremost about this fabulous outfit. Tell the story about it, if you don't mind.

 I went to Johannesburg where I'm originally from to see my mom, it was her 80th birthday in early March, and the flight is 16 hours. And I kind of got really tired of wearing leggings and T-shirts on the plane and feeling so incredibly unglamorous so I decided I wanted an international traveler look. So, I went to a store called the SPACE which sells like clothes by local designer and I found this one. And I was with my friend, who used to live in Johannesburg, but now she's moved to Barcelona. And she bought the summer version of this which was a kind of silky pale animal print. And I bought this one and we both actually caught the plane that night in our outfits.

 How is this look perfect for quarantine?

 So, my mother laughed at me when I got it, but I thought even if I wear it once on the plane and you know that's it, I was fine with that. But I got home, and it was a lockdown and I was just like, this is the perfect outfit. It just is. It's so comfortable. I don't have to try too hard. I've got a really nice kind of little velvet t-shirt that goes really well with it. It's like a burgundy color. And I've been wearing those like, yeah, for this entire time, which is kind of I don't even know how long it is. 

And do you always wear earrings and jewelry too while you are at home?

 I usually wear jewelry. Yeah, I wear jewelry and I wear makeup.

So how do you describe your sort of style during non COVID times?

 Um, I always like to look professional but because of my work, I don't kind of need to look like formal or anything like that. I like to kind of be put together when I choose pieces that kind of stand out, like, you know, like, like jewelry or kind of bold colors or something like that. I wear a lot of like, you know, jeans and tees, but then I always have an interesting jacket or a big piece of jewelry. You know, something like that. I mean, my, my style has changed quite a lot since I moved here. I've been here for six years now. And I was very bright in South Africa. Very bright, very cold, very grounded, like all of that. And I somehow have got quite muted since I've been here.  It’s kind of like a kind of don't want to stand off so much anymore, so I'm going towards more neutrals, but I always like, you know, to have a pop of color or something that's kind of unique or interesting.

Why is it important for you to feel put together right now? Like, what is it about this?

It's really important for me to feel put together now. I mean, I wake up in the morning, and I walk to my desk and I spend most of the day at my desk and I just somehow if I, if I don't kind of, you know, take a shower and get dressed and all of that, I honestly feel I feel I don't feel in working mode. So, it actually motivates me to work and to feel like in a way I make a transition from the bedroom and the relaxed to, you know, to the working mode, even though it's just like a couple of steps.

What kind of self-care things are you doing during quarantine when you're feeling stressed or anxious or any of that?

 I'm doing like a stretching class in the morning, which is like 30 minutes and it's just really slow stretching. And that's just to, you know, to kind of wake me up. Because usually I would wake up on my way to work, you have that walk or that somewhere, Yeah. And then I've discovered  something called The Class.

Oh, Taryn Toomey. I do it too.

 I'm obsessed with it. I feel it. It absolutely a energizes me.

Have you cried yet during the class? 

Oh, yeah. The class is like that. it's very emotional. It's a real release more than any. I kind of hate it when I first did it. I was like, this is I don't know what to make of this. And then I was on board, right? 

I'm building these muscles which I don't usually you know, work that much. Yeah, so, for me, that's self care.

Excellent. Is it just you and your husband here at home?

 Yes, and a cat.

 So how are you finding quarantine as a couple?

 Well, my husband is a writer. So, he always works from home and he's a real introvert. And I’m an extrovert who likes to leave home in the morning, I had the most adjustment. But I think we've got we've got very strict boundaries, he stays in his office, and I stay in my kind of office, which is the dining room table. And we actually don't, we don't unless you want to ask each other. Please help me write this or whatever. So, I must say that I'm lucky. I'm so grateful for him because I actually can't think of anyone else that I could have locked down with other than him because we have a lot of fun. It was my birthday last Friday.

Happy birthday. How did you celebrate?

I spent the day on the phone to all my friends all over the world they were waking or waking up and going to sleep at different times Australia and Barcelona and South Africa and LA and ended the day with zoom cocktails with like 10 people.  And my husband managed to get Wanderlustre, a great shop in our neighborhood, to open for him and he went in and got me some gifts and some flowers.

 I love her store as well. She is great. What are you most looking forward to when we come out of this situation?

 I am so looking forward to sitting across from my friend and having a glass of wine and talking to them. I mean, I really miss that kind of connection. I also really miss my three nephews in North Carolina. And I'm looking forward to seeing them. I mean, I would have to go into 14-day quarantine. So yeah, kind of in the future. It's not gonna happen straightaway.

Ok, so what are you taking away from quarantine? What are the life lessons?

 I think I developed a serious case of FOMO living in New York where I had to go out all the time, and I never stopped, and I could never be still. And I’ve really learned to be still and to take great enjoyment in the moment, and not have to rush everywhere all the time. You know, I think the quality of my life has actually improved, because, although I am not seeing my friends, and I am not doing all the things I want to do, I am actually really enjoying just living my life with a different sense of peace. So, I hope to take that for good.

 Cause that's what's up this animal printed, stylishly short start of the work week in the 718. Yours, in Brooklyn style. XO 

 

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1547673 2020-05-21T15:03:53Z 2020-05-21T15:04:10Z Maven recommends: The Home edition

Good morning, Thursday. Well, Memorial Day weekend is upon us and here we all are. I would love to be at the beach but I would not love to be around a bunch of idiots who don't understand social distancing, so I'll be channeling a bit of sun and surf right here in Brooklyn. 

And as this quarantine continues, I'm having some major epiphanies. One is- I have to much stuff. Way, way too much stuff. As I store my winter clothes, I'm clearing out my closet and am dying to live with less. This is not my typical state of mind, but it's what I want. I was talking to my husband about how I want to live like a quarantiner after this all ends- spend less money, be more mindful, and get hyper organized and clean in the home. it seems counterintuitive to buy more stuff to get organized, but it's all about the "right stuff" vs. just a bunch of mindless crap. My inspiration? Shira Gill. She speaks to me way more than Marie Kondo and I love her. So today I'm going to share some stuff for home that you might enjoy. As we spend more time here feel like it's justifiable to make some purchases for the home.

First up, new bedding. I love to switch out my bedding for Summer and I am dreaming of some spendy linen sheets to stay cool, but this set from Urban Outfitters caught my eye because it's so 70s. I just love it even though it's counter to my current mood for minimialism  and would be fun for those WFB aka working from bed days. 

On Andrea LInnett's awesome blog, she mentioned this blue (currently loving this blue color so much) bake sheet that I absolutely fell madly in love with, if falling in love with a baking sheet is possible, that is. Great Jones is a brand I've never heard of, but love this pot set that would be a nice way to upgrade my kitch sitch and get rid of old pots and pans in favor of one good set. I love the white for some reason but this pink is fun too.

Next, a fresh set of towels. Get rid of those old towels and go more minimal. Clear out the linen closet and get fresh with these modern towels in a great weight for summer. They are thin and I tend to prefer a thicker, more waffle-like towel, but these look gorgeous hanging in the bathroom (and come with a little hook which Is genius) and are a nice way to switch up the towel game.

And since I am so in love with my neighborhood these days, I am so thrilled that local French bakery favorite Bien Cuit started this amazing site to deliver provisions- amazingly yummy stuff, and yes- the fixins to bake bread, the Covid trend sweeping the nation.

For makeup, I'm always looking for ways to keep all my items organized, and this little swivel number is great for your favorite select items you need to keep out right now, which is probably less than usual. Stash your other makeup for later and only keep out what you're using, and of course, get rid of any old makeup. Now is the time- germs, people.

So yea, I'm becoming a bit of a minimalist as I want less and less stuff crowding my days and nights. Or rather, I want the right stuff. Cause that's what's up this home is where the heart is kind of Thursday in the 718. Yours, in next level nesting. XO



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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1546429 2020-05-19T12:43:35Z 2020-05-19T13:43:54Z Introducing Styled in Place: A Personal Project and Collaboration

Good morning, Tuesday. How we doing?

One of the things giving me life right now is the inauguration of a personal project I'm doing with photographer, Adriana Favero, who lives in my Brooklyn neighborhood and is beyond a kindred spirit. Together, we're exploring personal pandemic style and how we are dressing to soothe, inspire, and find ourselves with a new project called "Styled in Place". We've been going around the neighborhood (at a safe social distance of course) to photograph the beautiful women (and a few men) of our Brooklyn nabe wearing something that speaks to their sartorial approach. I have wanted to document my lovely neighborhood for a long stretch now, and this soothes my soul in so many ways.

I know there are many people suffering tremendous losses right now- from income to family members to a sense of sanity. But I was so taken by a woman when this first began, sitting around the corner from me on her stoop wearing a sparkly Rachel Comey dress, and it just made me feel amazing to see her dressed to just be dressed. I am a woman who thinks personal style is anything but shallow or surface. It's how we communicate to the world and express ourselves and bring joy and delight. And at this time while we're all maybe being a bit more fiscally responsible, it's fun to shop one's own closet and find things that work, or purchase mindfully when it comes to buying things you can actually wear right here, right now. So without further ado, I give you my first foray into this project.  I hope you enjoy it- look for a new post every Tuesday for the immediate future. 

Oriana Reich: The colorful collector

I first met Oriana in the late 90s and was always impressed by her artful approach to dress. As often does, life happens and she moved on to big things in Hong Kong, and a few years ago, she moved back to New York, and as luck would have it, she moved to my neighborhood of Carroll Gardens, in Brooklyn. She is a creative director and brand strategist.

 I remember when she came back to the city, she was taken by how casual we had all become. Oriana is a woman that really appreciates an artful approach to dress, as well as a strong, bold lip and an encyclopedic knowledge of everything tasteful, creative, and generally fabulous, with the well honed eye of a global citizen. Here’s what she told us.

 Tell me about your look today.

My look today is colorful and confident and very comfortable. I felt like I needed to be optimistic about what is going on at the moment and this color reflects that. It also reminds me of the evil eye, so I also feel protected and that’s the vibe. The dress is from COS Spring/Summer of 2019, and the shoes are from Paloma Barceló of Spain. My necklaces are a combination of vintage amber and glass beads, and the thin long green necklace is vintage Miriam Haskell. The rings are from Marianne Anderson in Scotland and Mouritzen in Denmark. 

What about the lipstick?

It's “Marlene” by NARS (but I think it's discontinued!!!).

What do you collect?

 I collect a lot of different jewelry and I have everything organized by color, so today it was the green and blue day. These are three different necklaces, worn together.

How do you use color as a form of therapy?

I think you reflect the colors you are wearing on to other people. It affects people’s mood when they look at you.

Who or what influences your style?

There are so many to choose from. I love the 40's & 50's for silhouette and form and femininity. I also love hand woven textiles from Mexico, India and South East Asia for pattern and color.  Dries van Noten for magical color palettes and pattern extravaganzas. Carla Fernández for her contemporary interpretations the hand made crafts and traditions of Mexico. Maria Cornejo -  powerful and classic and from NYC!I  love vintage and everything from the 20's like Maximalism and I love mastering color, texture, and pattern. I like playing with accessories so I can just be creative.  Usually I look to art and interiors for fashion inspiration versus fashion design itself.

You have the challenge of being pregnant and being under quarantine. In terms of dressing, how are you deciding what to wear?

Well this shoot prompted my closet clean-up, so I took everything out of my closet. I don't fit into 95% of the things in there and then I haven't been going out. I had to really dress to accommodate my belly, so that is sort of interesting.

 You’re 22 weeks pregnant.  How have you found quarantine, and what have you learned or what taken from it?

There are a lot of voices in my head during this, so I think I’ll learn how to be more forgiving with myself. I always want to be productive, but it’s tough at this time. At the moment there are a lot of dots to cross.

 What’s keeping you inspired? 

I'm inspired by thinking about how this thing is affecting everything, like I'm really fascinated.
So thinking of these big ideas all the time has been really interesting.


What are some of the things you miss?

As humans, we're social creatures. So now all these new ways of looking at your physical gestures and movements that indicate different things. And people say that the eyes are the door of the soul but when people are wearing their masks, it takes on new meaning.
It's amazing how you adapt, I think it scares me; you cannot go and talk to people and you can manage it when you do have that one video call.


How are you taking care of yourself now?

I'm just trying to be forgiving.  Like being ok with not feeling productive if your energy level shifts because things are roaming, so just be gentle and taking hot showers. I have been doing some yoga and breathing staff but then I found that really challenging. But I have been doing more like active cardio exercises that gives more energy. I find myself dancing around my apartment.


What do you most looking forward to returning to when this is all over?

On a simple level, I think it's the social aspect and being able to feel happier and less stressed. Otherwise I still feel relieved to be at home and it's not the end of the world. I think beyond that there is so much uncertainty around not going back to something exactly as you knew it; like after 9/11.  I can only say that I look forward to things that might make life more positive and that maybe some sort of correction needed to happen. That’s me being optimistic.


What are gravitating towards now what kind of style? If you were buying clothes right now what do you think you would buy?

I think now because of pregnancy I only like natural fibers with really clean lines and great colors and really good quality fabrics.

What's something you would never wear?

A brushed polyester lining; that would be a nightmare.

For more photos from this project as well as more amazing work, check out Adriana's site here.  I've rediscovered my love of interviewing people (once the journalism major...) and feel super inspired, even in these tough times.  And if you know someone with stellar style  in the BK area, (particularly BK Heights/Cobble Hilll/Carroll Gardens/Red Hook/Slope/Fort Greene or anywhere walkable from those spots, let me know. 

Cause that's what's up this well dressed Tuesday in beautiful Brooklyn. Yours, in sartorial therapy. XO

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1544040 2020-05-13T19:43:58Z 2020-05-13T19:50:52Z 5 Covid era cravings from the Maven

Good late afternoon, Wednesday. Hope you are all well on this rather beautiful day. Not a cloud in the sky.

So as we continue to quarantine, I've put on my trend hat to get a sense of what people are wanting to wear- from makeup to clothes to shoes. OK, maybe it's not everyone's taste, but it's what I'm feeling a gravitational pull towards, so there. Like peonies, for instance. I want them EVERYWHERE in my home.

Here's a few other things I've been checking out:

Fit to be tie dyed.I love this long sleeve tee from the men's department at Need Supply that feels more comfortable punk that hippy princess. 

I'm also seeing a ton of sweatsuits in the summer of love realm that do spread joy, like this one from from Madewell and Warm. Cute right? 

Ooh and like trendwatching clockwork these Raquel Allegra tees popped up on my Insta from Bird Brooklyn. SO GOOD.  Oh and if you are trying to save your pennies right now and you have the space, do it yourself tie dye is AWESOME. I used to love doing it and I love playing with everything from cheap vintage slip dresses to tanks and tees. And socks. Tie dye socks are pretty cool too.

Skin(care) is in. Full disclosure not needed but here you go- I write for skincare and you know that, but truly- skincare is having a real moment. I'm loving my new booster from Beauty Pie, which seems to really amplify and maximize my products while brightening my skin, while my samples from Vintners' Daughter are miraculous game changers and though the super serum is too expensive for my blood at present, I love it. 

Ooh and if you need a little lift (albeit a spendy one), Westman Atelier's new Peau de Rose is the perfect little zhuzh you need when it comes to a highlighter- sure it's makeup but it feels like skincare because it gives you the most divine petal soft glow. Use on your eyelids too. You're welcome. Glorious for Spring. Oh and I just ordered this Nars liquid blush in Orgasm (of course) because it looks so so pretty and perfect for a pick me up.

Can we kick it?  I don't know about you, but I'm generally barefoot at home and I look forward to slides and bare toes every Spring. But right now exposed toes feels strange- call it a lack of pedicure meets ewww germs combo. Covid feet are a thing too, so there. I'm craving a sneaker moment and love a more surfy number for the summer- may go all in on classics and do this slip on checkered Van or better yet, a Converse high top to wear with a dress to keep it all casual but a little bit tough. Ooh and how about these tie dye Chuck Taylors? A mix of the above tie dye moment with the sneaker vibe. Good times.

White light.  I love a good cotton or gauzy dress for Spring, the looser and more flowy the better. How good is this one from Free People or this one, which is just what I love in Summertime- slip on styling that is so so easy. These dresses make me happy. 

And if you want to up the ante a bit, how good is this one I found online from A Bronze Age? Beautiful. I love a house dress. It's the caftan of Covid. I also love the floral print in this. So nice.

To smell good is to self care. I live for perfume. And you know this. I am fragrance fanatic and there won't be a day in my lifetime where I won't put on a fragrance, and my new favorite is Amber Rose (not inspired by the gal), a limited edition from Heretic. It is everything. Labdanum, vanilla, Moroccan rose. I love everything about it and it's light and subtle and oh so perfect.

So there you have it- my thoughts and feelings and cravings and observations for all the world to see. Would love to hear what you're looking for or feeling, and watch this space for an exciting personal project i'm crafting with a new friend. I can't wait to share it with you. Hint- it's about style. Duh.

Cause that's what's up this humpty hump day in the 718. Yours, in cloudless skies and cool cravings. XO



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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1541627 2020-05-08T14:06:15Z 2020-05-08T14:06:15Z Maven recommends: 5 caftans you don't want to miss

Good morning, Friday. TGIF.  Hope you had a safe, sound, healthy week. The news is beyond distressing so I've made the choice to limit my intake. It's all too much and I'm not a great sleeper as it is so I'm shutting down the doom and gloom, or rationing my consumption.

But let's talk about style because- why not? And speaking of limiting my consumption, I've made the decision to shop my closet all season and not do a ton of buying. But it's hard to resist a good caftan (kaftan?) moment. Because what's easier to wear when working from home than a loosey goosey dress?

I've seen some great ones on H&M and wanted to share with y'all. Have a look and with all the bread being baked and wine being knocked back, a kaftan moment is just right. Not a waistband in sight.

Here's a few I love:

This one is so so chic and makes me feel like I'm on vacation.

This one in basic black is a nice take on the LBD, the stay at home edition. You can look casually chic for all your Zoom calls yet pop out to walk the dog before lunch. Love.

So maybe you're going to give me a fashion foul for putting this in the caftan category, but how chic is this little tunic? it's totally business time from the waist up and kicky chic on the way down. Also great for conference calls. Love the fresh stripes and sleeve detailing.

Ugh this one is tough to pass up. How great is this flowy black number? I'm obsessed. I so want to hang at home in this.

And at 12.99, this leopard caftan is a steal. Throw it on over your bra and underwear and prance around the house as you make your first cuppa. 

So there you have it- 5 cute pieces to feel a bit more stylish as we continue to shelter in place. Cause that's what's up this caftaned cacophony of a Friday in the 718. Yours, in life, love, and loose clothing. XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1536250 2020-04-27T13:39:39Z 2020-04-27T13:41:50Z Why Carrie Bradshaw is the ultimate shelter in place style icon

Bon matin, Monday. Don't you just love waking up late, going directly from bed to your yoga mat, straight to a call with Europe? Oh yes, I do. Grateful actually- the new hectic suits me better than the old hectic if I'm being honest. I've always loved working from home. It's my jam.

And on that note, here I go bringing up Carrie Bradshaw again, whose version of New York I'm loving in these locked down days and nights. I've been so enjoying watching old episodes of "SATC" lately- so many gems. So outdated on so many levels but also so ahead of its time. Regardless, that version of New York is lovely to look back upon- makes me happy.

And when you think about it, Carrie Bradshaw is the ultimate New York work from home woman. So I couldn't help but take some style cues from her when it comes to how to dress. Her looks still hold up when it comes to sheltering in place. So be like Carrie when thinking about pieces you most likely already have in your own closets to take working from home on a little style safari. PS that spaghetti strap tank above? Love.

Now that it's getting warmer, I love the look of a tube top and some khakis. I'm a fan of an oversized khaki pant- a little destroyed is good, too. Paint stains and holes keep khakis from looking golf-like. Great look.

Take a flimsy, filmy top. Vintage-esque and ladylike is the vibe. Pair with some baggy shorts. Shazam. Instant cuteness. Bonus points for a black bra underneath.

Nobody did a lingerie moment like Carrie. As an absolute lifetime fan of slips and slip dresses, walk around your house all day like this. Because why not? Throw a cashmere cardigan over the whole business to walk the dog. Good times. PS Carrie and Big. Just because.

Everybody has a good grey sweatshirt, or should. Throw on a soft, worn in version with some black pants and you're all set. Heels? Not so sure but you do you. I'll be in these. Have not removed them in days.

For old time's sake- remember this Juicy dress? I'd wear mine with bell bottom jeans and it was so chic. I kind of wish I kept mine- I believe I had it in a few colors. 

Borrow a sweater from your man or find an oversized version from your own armoire and go pants free. Because Zoom does not require pants. But slap some self tanner on- I just bought this new Jergens jam and I'm super excited to try it. I am an absolute ghost.

So there's a little fashion moment this Monday morning as we all work together to figure shit out. Shop your own closet, make like Carrie, and for goodness sake, stay the heck home. Cause that's what's up this vaguely stylish Monday in the 718. For the record I'm still in my gym clothes. Yours, in shelter and the city. XO






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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1533306 2020-04-20T12:34:57Z 2020-04-20T12:34:57Z Thoughts on style while sheltered in place...

Good morning, Monday. I hope you all had a healthy and safe weekend, "good" seems like a stretch so wishing you health and safety instead. 

So you know I often write about clothes on this here blog, and the whole idea/notion/POV of fashion has been turned on its arse, just like everything else in this thing called COVID-19 life. In times like these it may seem silly to even talk about clothes, but we all wear 'em and we all need 'em so talk I must.

As a woman who expresses herself through her wardrobe, this time has been both challenging and liberating.  Small caveat- I'm not one for overly complicated clothes in general, and I will pick comfort first and foremost when it comes to what I wear. I hate to feel uneasy or restricted in my clothes, so that bit is still very much part of the picture.

But truly- I have found I can't wear anything with the following: buttons, snaps, or anything of the sort. I also have not worn a dress in the longest, though I suspect that may change as it gets warmer- though sitting in the house in a dress feels weird to me, unless I find a way to redefine the "house dress".  I have been wearing jeans from time to time- my J Brand skinnies that have a ton of stretch and feel more like leggings and on the opposite end of the spectrum, some super old American Eagle boyfriend jeans with tons of holes that are about ten sizes too big but super comfy.  But on the top half- I can literally only stand to wear tank tops, tee shirts, or lightweight sweaters- of which I have many.  I'm living in them and them only, and mostly in basic black besides the occasional rock tee, of which again, I have many.- or something like the one pictured above with a fitting sentiment for right now. I'm also obsessed with an oversized  Chanel like jacket I purchased from H&M in both cream (sold out) and black- it's so chic and gives me the little boost I need to layer over my gym clothes when I take Khan for a walk. I remain obsessed with Splendid leggings. There is simply nothing better. The perfect thinnish weight, the perfect softness. I absolutely love these and they were on sale for half price (and again this weekend) so stocked up. On my feet, I've been wearing my black rubber Gucci slides with (wait for it) nude colored socks from Pure Barre, or I've started rocking a bit of a higher sock thing of late too. Yes, this is a look. But it all somehow works for me and I feel good. Whether I look good is a different story, but I am not into dresses right now. Or anything other than simple, simple things that are a mix of rolled out of bed, took a barre class, and then hit my first conference call, followed by a dog walk and then more work stuff.  Oh, and I have been rocking a great jumpsuit from Cos that is a bit of a lightweight wool- super oversized and comfy and sporting two holes at the neck line that I care not about, not one bit. And an old onesie from American Apparel, that's a ribbed cotton and buttons all the way up. It's kind of a union suit vibe but looks cool with a denim jacket thrown over it. As for jewelry, pretty much not wearing any at all, though some days I still wear my coin necklace just because.

Incidentally, I spotted this jacket the other day and thought it had a nice vibe, great over tees and jeans and of course, leggings. And less than 40 dollars, too.

I also have not worn much makeup of late, which has been liberating and pretty cool. Now when I put on makeup I think I look weird, almost plastic. But I will cop to a bit of tinted moisturizer and this AMAZING illuminating powder I got from Chanel a few months ago- it's super glowtastic and pretty. As for my nails, they are like bobcat claws, if bobcat claws were gnawed to their nubbins. And my toes? No bueno. A shade of blue felt like a good idea a month ago. Now? Nope. Don't even get me started with the hair. I'm keeping my flame going with a product called Overtone, which is like a color depositing conditioner that doesn't do crap on my roots, besides turning them an odd shade of yellow. I believe that's referred to as a "hot root". For my roots, my sister got me some L'Oreal stuff/root spray and it's ok. Does the trick. But talk to me two weeks from now. Oy to the vey.I also was excited to try the new Drunk Elephant (famous skincare line) shampoo and conditioner. I don't love it. I do think the Christophe Robin Prickly Pear mask is a great once or twice a week solve for dryish tresses, even though it's very much a splurge. Masking once a week is great, and not just for your skin. I'm still keeping up with all my skincare thank goodness. That can't and won't go by the wayside. Another big switch for me? Behold the glory of the night shower. I find myself enjoying the relaxing vibe of an evening shower, vs. the more invigorating one of the morning shower. Regardless, I have not dropped my perfume habit. Not one bit. No matter what, I still wear it every day. Smelling good is feeling good to me. I'm going back and forth between Serge Lutens lovely, thorny rose La Fille de Berlin and Flower Porn by Heretic. I guess i'm feeling florals lately- just something pretty feels right for Spring. It is still Spring, ps.

 My other big malady of late is the whole mask/glasses thing. Oh man. The glasses fog up like woah when you wear a mask. More reason to consider Lasik when this is all over. 

The other day I saw the photo above of Leandra Medine, she of Man Repeller fame. I love this photo so much and this look speaks to me, even though I'm in much more of a basic b mode these days. Her style is so much fun- love the print, the proportion of her situation, and the awesome layered jewelry. I also loved this story from one of my favorite bloggers and style stalwart, Andrea Linnett- the mix of prints feels right for a world gone topsy turvy. I'm wondering if when this is all over, I'll be more like Leandra or keep my simple vibe going. Perhaps it will all go back to normal, and I'll go back to normal too- which is somewhere between Leandra and simple Sally when it comes to dress. Wondering if any of you have succumbed to the rather crazy sales happening, whether you've made an effort or relented to elastic waists, or if you are just in your pajamas most days, contemplating how you can keep this dream alive of going braless and makeup-less when it comes time to go back to the office. I'm also aware that many out there are suffering and not remotely thinking about any of the above, and I wish you all the love and support you need to get through this challenging time. Keep me posted, and I'll do the same.

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



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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1531126 2020-04-17T11:52:00Z 2020-04-20T02:29:23Z New York diaries: Thoughts from the Wuhan of the West

Good morning, Friday. Another day, another day of isolation rollercoaster. 

So the other night as I was snuggled into my nightly routine of tea, television, and dog snuggles, I got a text from a dear friend of mine, a lifelong New Yorker who asked the following:

"Do you think you and David will leave NYC?"

Unfortunately, I knew what she meant. She was wondering if living in the Wuhan of the west had us rethinking our choice of city. She asked if we would ever consider moving to a place like Asheville, a place we recently visited and loved. She asked me this because she was feeling New York could not possibly recover from this, and that the city would somehow fall victim to crime, horrible unemployment, and general decay. I decided to give her a call and chat more on this.

A bit of background- like many New Yorkers, my friend is affluent. Not FU affluent, but affluent enough to spend summers in the Hamptons and take surf lessons in Sayulita.  And she has affluent friends. Who have houses in Amagansett and ski chalets in Park City. Her friends are doing her head in, with a little mind game I can only describe as virus shaming. One friend in LA is wondering how she is still staying in the city, when "everyone" has already left. Her friends are calling from their Hamptons homes wondering how she is surviving in the Manhattan war zone. One friend told her that the Upper East Side, now a ghost town is becoming a dangerous place. A friend of hers, who hightailed it the hell out of town, had her apartment robbed in the 70s and Madison. Because my friend has friends who abandoned ship, she's feeling weird about staying in town. Because most monied New Yorkers peaced out when it became COVID crunch time.

Here's what I told her.

First, New York ain't going anywhere.

New York weathered the Great Depression, 9/11, 2008, Sandy baby, and a million other maladies before my time and most likely, long after mine. 

Second, this is not just a New York problem. It's a world problem. I'm not sure who her friends are, but my friends in places like LA are also sheltered in place, although they are thanking urban sprawl for having more actual space to physically distance. I'll give them that. But it's not like people are going to parties, hanging out at restaurants eating avo toast, or taking hot yoga classes in Santa Monica. How anyone could say it's much worse in New York may be in deep denial about what their own cities and states are dealing with. Sure we have way more cases here- but we are a huge city. But does anyone know a single person who is living life as normal right now? No? Me neither. My point is- where else is there to go? I'd rather be cooped up right here, at home. Plus there are coyotes in Chicago and mountain lions roaming the streets of Boulder. Just saying.

Third, and this one may piss some of you off- a few less rich, entitled New Yorkers would not bother me. I do predict the 2.0 version of white flight happening all over again. For a long time now, rich people have decided that the ultimate badge of smug poshdom is not only staying in the city, but raising a family here. I know, because all their kids are screaming in my neighborhood on runaway scooters 24/7. It's true New York in the 70s may have been crime ridden, derelict, and downright scary. But it was also a resilient, exciting, and wholly creative time when the real lifeblood of the city- the creative class- the artists, dancers, writers, freaks and geeks, could actually afford to live here. It's true this city has become safe and clean and that's all good, but I wouldn't be mad at flattening the curve with less hedge funders/whack influencers/rich dicks.  I am so tired of living in a city that has become only about having beaucoup bucks (yes i know New York has always been about money but the last twenty years or so it's become a sanitized, entitled amusement park). Bring back the edge. I'll be here for it. Maybe all those small businesses that are suffering may actually be able to afford rent again, and pocket a few dollars in profit when this is all over. Imagine that.

And yea, I may be sitting in solace in my own Brooklyn bubble.  But I don't have a house in the Hamptons or a chic cabin in Phoenicia. This is what I've got. And I love it. And I'm not leaving any time soon. In fact, the thought didn't even cross my mind. Because if any place can weather a virus or storm or mega meltdown, it's this place. And this is my place. And I love living somewhere that is resilient, resourceful, and possibly, a little fucked up. Much like life.

Do I think that in this era of super viruses we may experience some sort of white flight all over again? Yes. And perhaps ruralism will have a moment as many seek security in wide open and secluded spaces. But am I willing to go full Walden at this moment and check out of society? Though it has its romance factor and I do believe simplicity is something we are all craving as life continues to become too complicated, I don't think that life is for me. Not any time soon. Because as much as I like the idea of goats and chickens and overalls, I also love this city and am curious to see what's next for it- it surely won't be easy but it will be worth it to reinvent this city and find new ways to fall in love with it all over again. I'm a romantic but make no mistake, I'm also a survivor.  And one thing's for sure, whatever's ahead, I'll be here for it. And take part in the new version of New York. Trash can fires and all. 

Cause that's what's up this world gone crazy kind of Friday in the best damn city on Earth. Yours, in finding my place as I shelter in place. XO


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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1531542 2020-04-15T14:27:55Z 2020-04-15T14:50:15Z Face facts: Exposing a major fear of mine

Oh hey, Wednesday. Here we go again. I'm wearing my favorite onesie and seizing the day as best I can. But I have an issue. And the struggle is very real. Are you there, crew? It's me maven.

I need to tell you all one of my biggest problems with this virus besides the toll it is taking on our lives literally and figuratively is the following- I hate video conferencing. OMFG do I hate it. I'm not sure how many of you have met me in person, but I am notoriously camera shy. Like, to an absolute fault.

That said, put me in person with just about anyone and I'm golden. But this whole camera thing just ain't my thing, and much like driving, I've avoided it my entire life. (I know how to drive- thanks to living in Miami for 7 years, but don't miss it at all).

But back to the subject at hand- if you think I'm being hard on myself over my appearance, I'm not.  I'm just not particularly camera ready and some people are and I'm just not. At all. Add video to the mix and ugh. omg. i'm not ready for my screen test and never will be. I hate how having a job now requires a strong on camera presence? I just can't. How to navigate this crazy world when everyone wants to bloody zoom zoom zoom all the time?  I find the whole thing so unnerving and uncomfortable. I'd almost rather get an enema than have that awkward video call. Yuck.

I also have many friends, god love 'em all, who want to do caftan happy hours and game nights and wine with friends. I can't do it. I just can't. I'm sorry to all but the whole venue is not my trip. Call me anytime in lieu of seeing me in person. I just don't want to Facetime with you. Any of you. Ever.

What's it all about,  Alfie? Shall we unpack it? Why do i fear this so? I just looked it up and found something called scopophobia which is a morbid fear of being stared at by others. I buy that. I don't like it. Maybe that's why I didn't want a wedding and why I spent ,most of ,my career behind the scenes. Don't look at me indeed. And on that note, ommetophobia is defined on Healthline as "an unrealistic fear that their eyes are in danger of being injured. Another possible cause is the avoidance of eyes related to situational or social phobias, also called social anxiety". Hmm. Not sure that's really me. But still don't look at me.

What's funny about it all is that I go to great lengths to be noticed. My hair is bright red. I'm not afraid of fashion. Or a loud print. Yet somehow, I'm uncomfortable when someone sticks a camera in my face or I see my mug on that Brady Bunch Zoom screen. Maybe I need to wear a chicken head. That might help. Or a costume of any sort. That won't be weird at all. I cop to taking selfies from time to time, but it's rare.

Wondering how the rest of you feel- I know we are in a cultural moment (long before COVID-19) where more and more of us are comfortable being photographed and photographing ourselves in every possible situation. I'm just not that gal and probably will never be. I'm all talk- quite literally. And that's that.  I'll always be that avatar on your screen, faceless but not nameless. This would be a good time to get over my phobia, though. Let's wait and see. If you have any tips on how you deal with it, do let me know. Or maybe it just doesn't bother you. Lucky duck.

Cause that's what's up this Corona problem of a Wednesday in the 718. Yours, in saving face. XO
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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1528683 2020-04-08T15:15:27Z 2020-04-09T16:55:06Z From New York, with love

Good morning, Wednesday. It's gloomy in the city, for so many reason. There are small slivers of hope happening in terms of hospital admittances, etc. but wow. This has been nothing short of surreal.

As many of you know, I identify as a New Yorker from deep within my bones, even though I am a native Philadelphian. There is no place on Earth that feels more like home for me than New York City, and my neighborhood in Brooklyn has always been a great source of comfort and joy for me. I love living here and I audibly sigh when I cross the Brooklyn Bridge and head back home. 

I have seen a lot of shit go down in this city. I was here for 9/11, the blackout, Hurricane Sandy. And though there were dark days, this is different. I've joked to friends that I always like being where the action is, but being in the city this time around has felt scary, and strange. What was different about 9/11 was the fact that neighborhood businesses were a huge source of our collective healing. Bars remained open, giving away free drinks to those of us trying to cope with a new reality. People gathered together- around car radios, coffee shops, and anywhere to find some source of connection- I remember so clearly the horrible search for loved ones, and all the photos posted on walls and fences that all of us stopped to look at in disbelief, bonded together in our collective horror. But cut to now.

There is no ability to physically be together at this very hard time. The stores are shuttered. The gyms are closed. Going into a pharmacy to pick up allergy medicine feels treacherous and downright frightening. The three block lines to go into Trader Joe's where people stand six feet apart are now a part of everyday life. And yes- I hate to admit it, but I've come across some people who have been hostile and rude. But tensions are so high, and I get it. These are unprecedented times and we are in the center of a swirling storm and it's all too much.

I was going to write a funny post today about all of my COVID era self discoveries, but something else took precedence. I posted about it on Instagram this am but here's a closer look.

Last night was a beautiful evening, and as the golden hour when the sun was setting so perfectly on the brownstones, we took Khan for a walk before dinner. We have literally been walking in a two block radius of light, somehow finding comfort in both the routine and the need to feel close to home, even when we are outside.

I passed a woman and her young daughter, seated on their beautiful stoop, dressed in outstanding clothes. She was in a sequined Rachel Comey dress (spotted by local clothing boutique Bird on my feed), with silver stilettos, and her daughter was in a lovely dress too. As I passed them with my bandanna mask and army jacket and unwashed hair, I audibly gasped. How stunning and chic they looked. It was like a ray of sunshine on top of the sunshine. I stopped to thank them for making an effort. New York is a town infamous for its stylish inhabitants, and for me, I felt a glimmer of hope amongst all that glitz. We walked the dog and talked about our day, and what we were going to make for dinner, or if we wanted to order from our new favorite French place around the corner (La Cigogne- best Nicoise salad in town, not to mention the hand cut truffle fries). 

As we reached our house, our next door neighbor was sitting outside with his face mask on, looking a bit under the weather. His house is all about the old school part of Carroll Gardens that I equally love- blow up decorations for all the holidays and Sunday gravy with family that always comforts me when I see their disposable silver trays in the trash on Monday (secretly, I've hoped for an invite since I moved in). We nodded in his direction and asked how he was doing, to which he replied, "not well. I lost my daughter to the virus".  And then my sense of hope sank deep into my soul. She was 31 years old. 

The ups and downs of this period will never be forgotten. One day you feel hopeful as you watch the trees bloom, the next day you can't get out of bed. The juxtaposition of joy and sadness in the time it took to walk the dog was so intense. Living in New York is intense as is- everyone knows that. But right here and now is when living in New York becomes more. It becomes a barometer and symbol for what the whole world is going through. In a one block radius. 

Wherever you are and whoever you are, I hope you are finding some glimmers of hope along with the sadness. I'm someone who is very empathic and tend to put my emotions in a drawer to cope with life, but that drawer is full and busting open so I'm letting it all out. I love New York more than ever, and I've never been prouder to live in a place that forces us to deal with the very messy business of life, right here, right now. It's funny because what I'm missing more than anything during this time of Corona is not brunching with friends or leaving the house. I'm missing my community- the local flavor and the kids getting on busses to go to school when I leave my barre studio in the morning, the beautiful shops and boutiques full of creative entrepreneurs that make living here a lovely experience. And the sense of normalcy of living in a city that, although, chaotic, is full of love and hope and connection. I suppose that's why I've been finding great comfort in old episodes of  "Sex and the City" lately, because that's the New York I fell in love with. We'll live there again, together. I'm sure of it.

Cause that's what's up this proud New York moment during this very difficult time. Yours, in concrete jungles where dreams are made of, there's nothing we can't do. Let's hear it for New York, because there's no place like it.  Happy Passover, ps. A virtual Dayenu from me to you. XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1525902 2020-04-01T12:15:12Z 2020-04-02T16:18:19Z Corona Journal: It's getting real (and it's ok)

Good morning, Wednesday. Here we are again. 

So the other day, I wrote about a post-Corona world that might include some glitz and glamour, but today I wanted to focus on something I see now, which is what I'll call life, unscripted.

There is no such thing as perfection in a quarantined world. I can light my favorite candles and burn my palo santo and work out till my hamstrings scream for mercy, but nah. Not perfect. There are carbs. And there is absolutely not a stitch of makeup. There are showers but at odd hours. And there there is the "Tiger King," which somehow horrifies and comforts all at once for its utter insanity (at least I don't have a mullet- yet).

Yesterday I was streaming a favorite workout, Pure Barre, who is doing live streams for its members with all of our fav teachers. Last night a teacher I had not taken a class with taught from her living room, and it was a scream. Her cuckoo cat kept coming in and knocking stuff over, and the teacher was wearing a lo-fi outfit and was making fun of her own anxiety. At the same time, she improvised the lack of a barre (de riguer in our studio classes) with a wall lean and a broken chair from her mother, the hoarder. I absolutely adored the hot messiness of it all. I'm very much an aesthete and order muppet, but I am also someone that loves a bit of sloppy chaos. That's what life is, and that's where we're at right now. Have you noticed that anything that feels too perfect or staged just feels all kins of wrong right now? I have. By being exposed to this virus, we've also exposed our vulnerabilities and our divine disarray.

A very close friend of mine was worried that her kids are going to fail their classes because this online curriculum stuff is out of control. I think most parents right now are acknowledging that they may not be cut out for staying at home all day with their children, let alone homeschooling them (I've never felt happier to be a non-breeder, no smug intended). For a society obsessed with perfection (or at least the Instagramification of it), this is a time of reset. Of taking a break. Of acknowledging the beautiful mess in this thing called life. In all of my video calls (in which I refuse to participate because I am notoriously camera-shy Corona or no Corona, honey), people are sort of letting it all go. Two weeks ago? A bit of concealer and a cute top. Now? A scrunchie and a big sweatshirt from college and a bit of wine bloat. Enjoy it, friends. I know there is very little joy in our lives right now, but letting it all go is a good thing. Hearing babies crying during conference calls or pets barking- it's strangely comforting to me. Because it shows that life is going on.

And acknowledging that life is not perfect. That we are imperfect. That the struggle is indeed real, and it's powerful. I hate to admit that I've often said I dislike the expression "I'm doing my best" because, to me, it implied somehow that you weren't. I succumbed to the type A freakfest of everything MUST. BE. PERFECT. But right now? We are all genuinely doing our best- to make sense of lives that make zero sense, and to muddle through the day and the endless bad news and the occasional feeling of hope. Maybe even in the near future, doing our best will be a-ok. And enough. More than enough and then some.

I love seeing all of the content showing people intimately and hallelujah- real. We very much needed to get real. That's my take.

Watching the Cuomo brothers rib each other on national TV. All of that kooky dancing happening. People acknowledging their fears of everything from failure to dying from this plague. It's ok. Let it out. LET IT OUT. That imperfect thing I mentioned? Notice how the word starts with IM. Acknowledging you're not perfect acknowledges your humanity. And mortality. And beautiful, authentic self.

There is beauty and learning in everything, even in times of great fear and peril and no professional hair services. We will get through this. We may put on a bra again when we venture out of our hovels, but maybe, just maybe we'll continue to keep it real. Ain't nobody got time for perfection right now. And perhaps, just maybe, we're reassessing the very idea of what "perfect" means. Also- another moment to revel in- sacrificing all of our lives, livelihoods, etc. to not only protect ourselves but complete strangers from getting it. Unreal. Have you ever witnessed a more altruistic time for those who are taking heed? Alas, I have not. And with the new death toll projection, we really, really need to work together to kick some Corona ass. With the volatility and unpredictability of life right now, it's hard to feel in control. But in this thing called unscripted life, we gotta give ourselves, our co-workers, our kids, our families a hall pass. PS, this post is not meant to minimize the very real struggle of many who are sick, mourning loved ones, or wondering how to keep the lights on. If you need me, I am here.

Cause that's what's up this let's get real kind of Wednesday in beautiful, kooky Brooklyn. Yours, in taking it easy- on yourself, on others, on the current state of things. XO

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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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Sheri Rosenberg
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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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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Sheri Rosenberg
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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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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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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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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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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