tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:/posts the world according to sherimaven 2018-08-16T15:15:34Z Sheri Rosenberg tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1312398 2018-08-16T15:15:29Z 2018-08-16T15:15:34Z What Aretha meant to me

Good morning, Thursday. So sad to hear the news about the Queen of Soul's passing this am. Aretha Franklin was a once in a lifetime talent and if you have any taste in music at all, you can't deny the sheer force and power of her talent. She moved me unspeakably. For most of my life. There has never been a time where I was not in the mood to listen to Aretha- whether I was a punk art school kid or a mad for it club going, twenty-something. It did not matter, because to me, Aretha is transcendent. Immune to trends. Immune to anything fleeting, besides of course, life.

And if I'm to think about what album of hers meant the most to be, it would be "Young, Gifted, and Black". None of which I am, obviously. 

But that album, Jesus Lord. A true religious experience. Those gospel roots. Oh me, oh my.

I think listening to that album made me grow up. If there is a more perfectly orchestrated musical moment to feel the crush of love, lust, or passion, I'd be hard pressed to find it. And although Aretha's "Natural Woman" is an obvious one when it come to feeling empowered as a female, the songs on YG&B speak to the vulnerability and power of being a woman in love. I live for it. Opening on "Oh Me Oh My"- I'm a fool for you, baby. And then "Daydreaming" takes you to that gooey feeling of thinking about someone on repeat and wanting to be their absolute everything. It's beautiful.  And then of course the challenge you not to groove to "Rock Steady" and all the fabulousness and pride in the album's anthem, "Young, Gifted, and Black".  And that version of "Didn't I (Blow Your Mind this Time)". That will get you through anything you're going through. I'm sure of it. Gives me chills to this day. 

I can remember dancing around my first apartment on my very own, wanting to put on a dress and perfume because this album made me feel that way.  It made me want to celebrate my version of what it means to be a woman. And it made it ok to feel the holy shit moment of intense, fast burning love, and also ok to feel its crushing blows and inevitable defeat. It's such a classic. And I'm far from that woman in that little studio on 1st Avenue and 70th Street. But I do find I most enjoy listening to that album when I'm alone. I'm listening to it right now as I write and I will never tire of it.  She's been with me throughout most of my adult life- and as a woman, my love for her has never waned, it just grows stronger with age. She provides the soundtrack for that. The glory. The pain. And most of all, the soul. I have no idea what it's like to have such a talent, but I know what it's like to appreciate it. And the world lost a comet today, and I for one will love Aretha until the end of time.  A trailblazer, a freedom fighter, an activist, and most of all, a natural woman. 

Because you may not remember every man that made you daydream, but you'll never forget a voice like that. RIP to the Queen. She really did blow my mind. And I was always grateful she said a little prayer for me. All you ever needed to say to anyone was "Aretha" and they got it. Cause that's what's up this great American Thursday in the 212. Yours, with the utmost RESPECT.  XO

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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1312047 2018-08-15T15:17:04Z 2018-08-15T15:17:05Z Found my first covet for Fall

Good morning, Wednesday. 90 degrees on the docket today yet again and all I want is Fall, Fall, Fall.

And though I'm not near purchase for anything cool weather inspired, I did spy this coat with my little fashion eye and damn. I want it. I want it bad.

I've got a crush on this coat in the biggest way. I love a coat that you can layer- I'm a big fan of a leather layer under a coat like a favorite moto or even a denim jacket with the collar popped. Plus those boots don't suck. Of this I'm sure. They're from Spain. I've already inquired. The girls at Meg just really get me sometimes, and this coat is so so fabulous and available for pre-order. I love it with jeans and boots and I love it with bare legs and heels- it's so very wearable in the best of ways- so practical and cozy and altogether put together cool. I do believe it's a must have, even though I'd have to do an itch check just to make sure it's wearable for me- I don't get along with certain woolens. Now if only I could stop sweating...

Cause that's what's up this Wednesday I've got Fall on my mind, in the summertime. Yours, in wrapping up Summer. XO

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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1311756 2018-08-14T15:40:20Z 2018-08-14T20:31:48Z New York in a nutshell

Good morning, Tuesday. Have you ever wondered what it takes to be successful at living in New York City? Besides having unlimited income, I mean. 

I had an epiphany yesterday as I was walking Khan at 7 am. There's a hospital type facility right by where I walk him, and a young guy was wheeling a very old guy in a wheelchair, and said old guy was in a hospital gown. On the street. At 7am. And just today on my walk to get a coffee in Soho, some other dude was doing this weird/walk run. With his shirt off. And pants falling off. And a poop stain. It's not even noon yet, ps. Can't a girl just get a skinny vanilla latte?

Successful living in New York is accepting the fact that we live out in the open. It's a no holds barred look into everyone's lives, including our own. We see things we shouldn't see. And we hear things we shouldn't hear. We sit shoulder to shoulder and often stand face to very close face on the subway, where the notion of personal space is strictly the provenance of Uber riders. On any day, you can hear passers by screaming into their phones about a break up, a job loss, a gynecological matter. Living lives in the wide open is surely not for everyone. I'm a private type by all means but one becomes accustomed to this lifestyle, even when you see someone eat an entire stick of butter on the subway. And perhaps that's why New Yorkers are so friendly (we are). Because we literally live out loud. And we've kind of seen it all.

I've heard that living in LA can feel isolating, because of all the time one spends in the car, alone. Cut to New York life- where you never truly feel alone. And though for many years that gave me solace (I always found comfort in the fact that, during fits of insomnia, others would be up and wide awake too), lately it's been giving me a headache. I'm tired of hearing about your brunch plans. Your abnormal CT scan? Nope. I don't want to hear your Spotify playlist at deafening volume on the C train. And now that almost every office environment has open seating, there's no chance to have your own space even when you get to work. So what's a lifelong New Yorker to do? 

The same thing I've always done. Hate/love on all of these random displays of humanity, or simply embrace them. Would life be more fun NOT overhearing the sad saga of a Tinder date gone awry? Probably not. I just think it's amazing to live in a place where we are all so very exposed, where the playing field is so very level, but where at the same time- one can retain true anonymity if one desires. Because more often than not, in this city of wide open, it's very easy to disappear. That's the crazy two sided coin that is New York life. I can walk for hours in my own void if I choose, and I love that about big city life. Not the case in a small town where everyone knows your name. For some reason, that feels a lot more intense to me than a man running down the street in a diaper in a snowstorm. I've seen that, ps.

In a world where oversharing is the new normal, perhaps New Yorkers have a higher threshold for all of those pictures of you on your unicorn pool float. Or perhaps not because we get to see "real life" more often than not, and much of it will never make it to Instagram.

Oh, New York. You do give me a real run for my money sometimes (literally all the time), but somehow it all works, even though we all have island fever and are completely nuts. I've seen and heard too many things for many years, but I'm also able to disappear here. Ain't that a kick in the head?

Cause that's what's up this overexposed Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in open books and big city life. XO


The collage at the top of the post is by UK artist Laura Redburn.




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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1310795 2018-08-10T17:47:15Z 2018-08-10T17:47:33Z Where my freaks at?

Good afternoon, Friyay. It's the freakin' weekend. Yow.  My chill game leaves much to be desired of late.

So last night I was thinking about why I have always been drawn to subcultures. At various times in my young life, I found the need to align with certain groups (as one does) and for me, whether it was the Deadheads or the art school punk kids, I immersed myself and celebrated a less mainstream mystique. I've never been much of a milquetoast mundane. Ever. At various times in my life it messed with me (why can't I be normal?) but as I get older I've come to love this part of myself. And it's true- I'm not a dumpster diving anarchist. I can thrive in environments where the flock tends to feel a bit same same. But living in a place like New York has always given me the license to think, look, and be different, and ya can't take that away from me. I march to my own beat and all the rest of the cliches. And I'm so cool with that.

So it's with pause that I now wonder- what's happened to counterculture in modern times? Where is everyone who strays from the flock and why does everything feel so same same? Sure sure- there's outliers. Trailblazers. Bonafide risk takers. Protesters. But when something like Burning Man (blech) becomes a place to concept with a whiteboard sponsored by Microsoft, no. That's not going to work for me. At all.

Think about it- to me there hasn't been a great counterculture moment since the 90s when rave culture and club kids danced to happy house with pacifiers in their mouths. It's not surprising that's the last moment I remember, because truly- that's the last time I was very young. 

And the whole millennial hipster thing does not feel counterculti to me at all. Nor does the vast microcosm of rose swilling, sunglass donning, fancy bag toting BS on Instagram does not quite say "revolution" to me.  And now that Brooklyn is a brand and yoga and meditation have reached "namaste all day" status, I don't even know what's left. Unfortunately, I've drawn the conclusion that either I'm too old to really understand what's trending on the underground, or worse.  That what it means to be counterculture is far more insipid. Because I think the counterculture is now the alt right or whatever they're calling themselves these days.

Think about it. (Or don't).

Trump is the antithesis of what it means to be Prez of the USA. In almost a punk rock, fuck you kind of way. Just not as cool. And more tyrannical. And his minions who swill and shill his unique brand of non PC Twitter rants and pow pow politics? Yea, they're definitely not mainstream.  They seem positively fringe in every way to me.  But now they too are becoming mainstream or have they always been mainstream and I was too busy being "other"? Now I'm confused. What does it all mean? And where is the true rage against this machine when it comes to joining a real revolution? I guess when you're living in the upside down full time, none of the usual rules apply.

And truthfully, I've become less of a joiner as I've matured. I don't want to be part of any group that would accept me as a member. Yea, that's Groucho. He was a revolutionary, too. I guess we'll have to wait and see who comes around the bend. I think with the accelerated 24/7 news cycle, it's pretty hard to stay underground and indie and that's that.  I guess I just miss real weirdos. Or at least, the kind I like.

Cause that's what's up this going underground kind of Friday in the 212. Yours, in running counter, today and always.Like the picture at the top of the post says.  XO

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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1310266 2018-08-08T14:06:35Z 2018-08-08T14:06:35Z Merc, you killin' me

Oh hey, Wednesday. Um. Mercury- a word, please.

So I don't know why you're choosing this particular cycle to relentlessly mess with me, but DAYUM.

First I leave my phone in an Uber yesterday. Then I get it back and have to rush to dinner with an uncharged phone. Then I try to take money out of some ATM in Brooklyn and Bank of America freezes my card and tells me to call them, when I've got 20% power on my phone. Then I have my husband call me a LYFT so I can get home from dinner with a dear friend. Then I am on hold with said bank for ONE FULL HOUR. And now, as I tuck into the work day, I've left my glasses at home and am sitting here wearing my sunglasses inside. 

CRAZY. MAKE IT STOP.

Sure there's worse stuff. I'm aware. But gah what a 24 hours. Plus, it's toooooo hottttt stillll.

OK, rant over. Watch your back, kid and protect 'yo neck. Shit's real weird out there. Anyone else feeling the burn?

Cause that's what's up this wacky Wednesday. Yours, in astrological forces and communication breakdowns. (Hey I just made a Wu Tang reference and a Zep reference in the same post despite some rather crappy odds ;)) XO

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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1309611 2018-08-06T14:32:04Z 2018-08-06T14:32:04Z Some late breaking Summer recommends as the dog days continue to dog us.

Good morning, Monday.  It's hot. Too hot. I wanna crawl back under the duvet and have the a/c on 60 kind of hot. I can't.

But since I have to, I might as well share some ways to fend off the inevitable Summer slump- 'tis the dog days when one begins to feel massively challenged when it come to wardrobe.

And although the thought of anything with sleeves or legs feels horrendous,  there's some great stuff out there worth rocking- from the likes of J. Crew, believe it or not.

For instance, I LOVE this bathing suit in the coolest of fabrics, seersucker. It's preppy and chic and an excellent choice for a 90+ degree day a la playa. I love a preppy bathing suit and this one looks ready for a Cape Cod at the yacht club. 

And this little maxi from 9seed is so insanely cute. I have it in black and I love it over a bathing suit- it's like wearing nothing and is also perfect to wear at home after work when you need to put on something cool and super comfy. 

Warning- this next look does not come cheap, but Malia Mills knows how to make a Summer silhouette like none other. I know I said no pants on hot days but who could resist this strapless jumpsuit with built in a/c aka leg slits? So lovely and versatile. 

Also if you feel like scent is overwhelming in this weather, I get it. But I'd rather turn into pixie dust than leave the house without perfume, and that's a fact. If you're so inclined, anything from island brand Coqui Coqui will work. I'm obsessed with their Summery scents and you'll leave the house smelling like a breath of fresh air. 

And if you can't be bothered with shoes, cool. Just get a nice pedicure- I've been very into light colors on my toes of late- and love this gel shade, Lisbon Wants Moor from OPI. It's the perfect enough to show up pink and I love the way it looks on bare feet or with sandals. Very classic and pretty without being overly girly.

As for me, I'm just going to sit in the a/c in an old sleeveless dress I plucked from my closet. It's cool enough, but not as cool as all of this stuff above. Cause that's what's up this it's almost Fall but first more Summer kind of Monday in the 212. Yours, in chic survival skills. XO







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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1308665 2018-08-02T14:33:23Z 2018-08-02T15:23:29Z Tried and true vs. shiny and new?

Good morning, Thursday. I'm done with this Summer. Officially. It's so damn hot it's like living in a constant hot flash. Make it stop. DONE.

So last night the hubs and I had dinner at an old favorite in Soho, Blue Ribbon Sushi. It's always been great there, and it's still great. The sushi is inventive and the service is fantastic and they always play amazing music- everything from Coltrane to the Stones and back again, and it was on and packed in there with people waiting to be seated. Oh and we had a good celebrity sighting- Sofia Coppola with the French husband and two kids. They were quiet. But Sofia. OMG. I'm not worthy.

So after a classic yet spendy meal (strangely love very indulgent meals at unexpected times- like random nights during the week), I started thinking about tried and true vs. shiny and new.

We are living in decidedly shiny and new times. Instagram exposes us to everything we think we want, need, desire. There's the latest shoe, the latest necklace, the latest lipstick. There's the hottest destination and the hottest new workout. We've been trained of late to only want the "new new".  I myself am guilty to an extent- I want a new wardrobe every season and am not the type to resole an old pair of shoes. Guilty of Instanew as charged.

But when it comes to my true passions, I love the tried and true. Perhaps it's my age, but I am loving classics of late. 

I am a bit of a classic girl after all. I love old buildings, classic restaurants, and heritage brands. I tend to try a bunch of new things but often return to my favorite things. I have a great deal of deference to places like Blue Ribbon Sushi, who can stay in the very competitive restaurant game for as long as they have and turn out consistently wonderful food and atmosphere. I admire perfect cashmere sweaters that hold their weight after seasons of wear. I love classic rock and listening to "Exile on Main Street" will never grow old. There's great comfort in the patina of iconic places, faces, experiences. I'm grateful that proven things are still very good things. First and best vibes all the way.

And although I love shiny, new objects like everyone else, I love my classics. Particularly in New York. They are places like Odeon, breakfast at Balthazar, Indochine, and of course, Blue Ribbon. They are hotels like the Mark and the Carlyle. They are drugstores like Clyde's and Zitomer. They are Upper East Side and strangely, Tribeca and Soho. They are Joe's Pizza. And Ben's Pizza. And the Grand Central Oyster Bar. And they are still somewhat around in my beloved Brooklyn- when those old Italians leave Carroll Gardens for good, I might have to as well.

And as I've said time and again- I'm not a nostalgic type. I just appreciate a classic martini in a classic place. I'm lucky to live in a city that, although changing, still appreciates good being good and great being great, regardless of age or shine off the rose. And yes, I'll go with you to a new hot boite or restaurant or pop up, but I have to have my old standbys.  I'm not always such a fan of new and improved. I may be a girl who chases trends, but with the world moving at warp speed, there's great comfort in places and faces and things that are guaranteed to hit the mark every time. Like the above mentioned martini, served absolutely perfectly at the bar at Balthazar. I crave those. 

Cause that's what's up this don't go changing kind of Thursday in the 212. Yours, in living a life of heritage, respect, and great sushi. XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1308380 2018-08-01T14:44:42Z 2018-08-01T14:44:42Z Crushing on Nili Lotan for Fall

Good morning, Wednesday. It's just straight up soupy grossness outside. As I mentioned yesterday, I've got one foot in Fall. Dying for the heat to subside and cooler, crispy temps to take over. And of course, of course I've got my mind on all things Fall wardrobe, though I'm not looking forward to changing my closet over. That's a whole thing.

So I was looking through my various feeds this morning, and this amazing shot (above) from Nili Lotan's Fall collection popped up and it just speaks to me. 

I love it for every reason I can think of:

It's tomboy chic. It's rock and roll. It's subtly sexy without being vulgar.  It's slouchy yet strong. It's well suited to city life. And it's altogether cool, casual, and so very modern. 

.Nili Lotan is Israeli born and NY based and is one of my favorites when it comes to elevated, luxe basics that could take you anywhere and back. Here's some other shots from her collection and needless to say, I want all of it. This is pretty much how I would love to dress- all of the above elements infused with my own personal stamp like a statement shoe or great hat or cool jewels. I want it all. And I want it now. It's truly a checklist for all the things: Leopard print, leather, suiting, slip dress, long sweater, winter white, a great blazer.  It's all right there.

How good are these looks though? And what do you have your eye on for Fall?

Cause that's what's up this Fall preview of a Wednesday in the 212. Yours, in dream wardrobes custom made for life. XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1308079 2018-07-31T18:22:21Z 2018-07-31T18:22:22Z Maven pick: Matte makeup (for a change)

Good afternoon, Tuesday. It's getting humid outside and I'm on the cranky side of the street today. I must admit, I won't be mad at Fall when she comes.

And speaking of Fall, have you started thinking about your fashion and beauty needs for said season? Don't roll your eyes at me, missy. It's time.

One of my favorite Fall finds is the new matte eyeshadows from Chanel. The brown quad called Clair Obscur is magical. And I have yet to try the more colorful one called Quiet Revolution pictured but can't wait to see those colors. Truth be told- I'm wearing a lot more neutrals on my eyes of late and was excited to try something matte. I've never, ever been a fan of matte anything when it comes to makeup as I'm more of a glowgetter, but as the years pass, all that shimmer feels a bit off base. I know what you're thinking- I too am afraid of looking like a Kardashian lost in the 80s, but it doesn't have to be that way. Plus, matte is super flattering on more mature skin because too much shimmer can add to the look of wrinkles. And it stays on like woah. Don't worry about that pic at the top of the post- because these colors are not at all 80s, they're very much right this minute now. I too was worried I'd look like an aging Pat Benatar, but alas- not at all. Not that that would suck, come to think of it...

Anyhoo, this quad is gorgeous, absolutely home run gorgeous. I have hazel eyes and love the way the colors bring out the best of my eye color. Very pretty, very subtle, albeit slightly smoky. I do mine with a bit of dark black liquid liner (my current favorite is from Hourglass) very close to the lash line and one coat of mascara (currently enjoying Glossier's Lash Slick). It's a pretty look with a bit of bronzer and a subtle cheek. I highly recommend. Oh and tread lightly- the colors (particularly the darker ones) are super pigmented and a little goes a long way. Blend, blend, blend.

Next up is tackling my fear of matte lipstick, which to me seems like a puckery, dry mess but what do I know?

Cause that's what's up this going to the matte kind of Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in new seasons and matte finishes. XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1307766 2018-07-30T17:15:11Z 2018-07-30T17:15:11Z Making memories (in Ventnor and Margate)

Good afternoon, kiddos. it's Monday and it's definitely, well, Monday.

This weekend I found myself at the Jersey shore as you know. I haven't spent much time there since I've lived in New York, but it was surprisingly delightful.

As a bit of personal beach history, I have always, always loved Montauk, or at least since I moved to New York. It's a place that is special and dear to my heart, where there's an energy that feels in tune with mine. Or I should say felt in tune with mine. Because now it's been taken over by douchebags in sea planes and Vilbrequin bathing suits and Instagram celebs and I can't deal. What's very funny to me about the Hamptons is how everyone talks about how happy they are to be out of the city- yet the whole city is right there with them- from everyone they know to Soul Cycle and back again. It's like same/same, just by the sea. Also the traffic to get out there is completely demoralizing, and the price of admission is not even for the 1%, it's for a microcosm of society that thinks it's perfectly cool to drop about 800 bucks a night to drink some rose and pose with a real housewife. No. Thank. You.

I'm so sad about it truly but what can I do? have to move on.

So off we went to the Jersey shore- particularly the South Jersey shore, which is where Philadelphia people go to the beach.  And in particular, the whole Margate/Ventor area, which is next to Atlantic City and full of more Jews than Israel. Well not quite, but you get my drift. This is a very Jewish beach area and has always been that way. And though I am as self loathing as the rest of you MOTs out there, I swear it felt absolutely divine to be amongst my people. Hilarious in every way. And most of all, extremely comforting. I'm not sure why hairy chested men in Stars of David make me feel comfortable, but they do. Not to mention all the yentas doing their beach walks in visors and clutch bags. Amazing. 

And the beach itself is super easy and accessible as well as beautiful. I am a true water sign and if I don't see beach for months on end, I get a real case of the blues. I love to smell and see the ocean, and the water was lovely, if not a bit too seaweed strewn. The inside of my bathing suit looked a bit like an underwater science experiment.

But the real highlight of my weekend besides the overly tanned Jews and the beach time was my visit to a true South Jersey beach staple-Memories in Margate.

If you are not familiar, psssh. This is a place that is legendary amongst Philly folk. You may even cringe about it, but you kind of have to love it. It's owned by Jerry Blavat, a 78 year old DJ with questionable ties to certain, ahem, types. Anyway, Blavat (also known as the Geator don't ask me why) spins oldies- from motown to disco to a crowd that is truly an anomaly. I saw 21 year olds (and probably younger) dancing side by side with 65-70 year olds and everything in between and above. It is a beach institution and it is more fun that I can possibly explain on this here blog.  It is packed with people all weekend and besides dancing and almost peeing your pants from the hilarity of it all is watching people come in the front door- because they all come in dancing from the second they come in. It's amazing. Truly. And Jerry's commentary during his set is worth the ten dollar cover.  My parents used to go and my sister used to do when she was underaged, and now we were all there together and it was so much fun. It's the kind of spot where you order a 7 & 7 and just dance your silly butt off to songs like "Runaround Sue" and "Night Fever" and "Le Freak".  Think grown up bar mitzvah (where one parent is Jewish and one parent is Italian).

For me, it was so nice to experience a whole different vibe, yet one that felt so very familiar. it was like coming home. And needless to say, I'll be back to see Lucy the Elephant and all of my tribe. Seriously considering a rental next Summer because f the Hamptons. I do love it there, but to me, it's all about easy, clean beaches and kick back sandy fun. And nothing beats a good beach walk with my sis. More please.

Cause that's what's up this oldie but a goodie kind of Monday in the 212. Yours, in motown, disco, and hot fun in the Summertime. XO


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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1306517 2018-07-27T23:09:53Z 2018-07-28T17:32:32Z Call me maybe?

Good morning and TGIF!!

I'm looking forward to a little sun (please Lord let there be) this weekend with my fam down at the Jersey shore. Yes I know. Jersey shore and I are not really a thing, but this little Cancerian water baby needs to see some ocean stat. I'm excited. 

Also, here's something. Novel some might say. PHONE CALLS.

I know this is a ridiculous proclamation, but truth be told (and I'm sure it's true for the rest of you too) I never, ever talk on the phone anymore. Unless it's a conference call. But social calls? No. Never. Ever.

I've become a textbook texter, Facebook messenger, social media commenter.  And of course, the best of all- actual face to face time, in person. But because of evolution, I have completely forgotten that picking up the phone and chatting is actually a bonafide option of connection and communication. So this week, I've made no less than 3 long length phone calls to friends I have not seen in a minute- from one who's been upstate all Summer to my childhood bestie to my sister. I've actually talked on the phone and enjoyed it. And phone calls make me think of my pink princess phone in high school, where I endlessly gabbed to all my peeps and crushes and loved it. There was something magical about it back then. 

It's funny how hopeless our endless streams of "keeping in touch" can seem sometimes. I may know what you eat for dinner or what you wear to work because of Instagram or Facebook. But do I know much more really? And texting it great but for some reason I have always found it invasive. Because the expectation is an immediate response. And that's just annoying. Email of course is a good long form communique but feels more business-like in many ways. I'm telling you- this weekend- pick up the phone and reach out via voice. You won't believe how satisfying it is. And I can't even believe I have to mention this.  But true. Try it. You'll feel close. It's nice to hear a voice. Maybe a ton of you Facetime but I really don't like that. Video is not my best media form. Anyway, silly post. But wanted to share. Don't forget about actually making phone calls on your phone. It still suits in between the scrolling and swiping and shopping. It's nice that. I know anyone millennial and below is probably eye rolling emoji'ing me right now, but whatever. And ps, I must really love you if we talk on the phone. It's reserved for people I really, really want to talk to.

Cause that's what's up this ring a ding of a Thursday in the 212. Yours, in reaching out and touching someone. So call me maybe.XO



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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1304772 2018-07-20T16:17:49Z 2018-07-20T16:17:49Z Maven recommends: A very pretty pop up

Good afternoon, and TGIF. Yay. Let the weekend begin.

So don't kill me, fellow New York chicas but I have a retail recco that may break your bank, but ooh. It's good. And you will want it all- so consider yourself (and your wallet) warned.

A friend of mine had the breeziest, easiest Summer frock on the other night- you know the brief- sleeveless, floral, maxi. A mix between a caftan and a sundress. Beautiful neckline for a peek of bra and some layered jewels. The dress was the genius creation of Jane Mayle, she of aughts fashion fame, who in the past few years has resurrected her line (Maison Mayle) to include looks that are boho, feminine, and altogether cool. I'm in love with the whole collection naturally and can clearly remember a top I splurged on in the late 90s- navy blue silk with a cameo cut out. Gorgeous. 

But cut to now, because Ms. Mayle has a beautiful pop up shop that is opened last winter and is up until the end of July over on Great Jones Street. It's open Monday to Friday and it is simply- all that. And then some. Look at her- so chic. You know you need some of that.

The store feels like a glimpse into her personal atelier, and the beautiful selection of blouses and dresses and jewelry won't disappoint girls who like a vintage but modern, feminine mystique. I'm a sucker for that sleeveless Thea dress for sure, but so many other beautiful pieces. If I were you, I'd go to there right now. Surely some of you have a Summer Friday? She'll close for the month of August and be back for the Fall, but if you're in need of some perfect pieces to round out your Summer wardrobe, go check it out. 

Cause that's what's up this well frocked Friday in the 212. Yours, in everything old is new again. XO

The Mayle shop is located at 33 Great Jones Street. 

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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1302897 2018-07-13T19:16:15Z 2018-07-13T19:16:15Z A cheeky post (and rant)

TGIF. YES. YES.

So I have a bit of a bone to pick. A grievance, if you will. 

First let me say I am NOT body shaming here in any way. I celebrate women of all shapes and sizes. But it's Summertime in New York City and there's a scourge happening. A plague. A vulgarity I can't accept.

There is, right here in the scorching hot 212, an absolute ass cheek epidemic. I can't.

Walk down any street in New York and you'll see ass cheeks. I kid you not.  And although the boys might enjoy this free butt peep show, I do not. Put your ass cheeks back in their shorts. Please. Dear Lord. Please.

I would gladly give up Gucci (maybe not really if only women would stop doing this. From too short denim "mom" shorts to way too short running shorts, I'm seeing a whole lotta ass. And I don't like it. 

I'm not sure at what point these women are in their journey and I suppose I can golf clap their confidence, but what in their minds tells them that it's perfectly ok to walk down the streets of Soho with their buns out? Are they taking "sun's out, buns out" a little too far? I think so. Absolutely. I'm happy for everyone that they're working hard on that butt, but keep it in your yoga pants. Sure the random butt at the top of this post is beautiful. But still...

If you are at the beach, perhaps this is ok. In the urban jungle, I'm a hard, strong, fervent no. It's true this is a look generally embraced by younger women, but it's raunchy and gross and just plain tacky.  A crime against fashion to the nth power. Plus, how do you sit on a subway seat with your arse hanging out? How gross is that? Don't get me wrong- I love denim shorts as much as the next girl. But you get my drift.

So mamas, stuff your trunk junk back in your shorts. Buy them a size bigger. Whatever you have to do.  I don't want to see all that. And straight dudes who by slim chance may be reading this, I don't care what you think. It's a yucky thing and that's that. All in favor of bringing back a bit of length in shorts, say "aye".

Cause that's what's up this pearl clutch, bone pick of a Friday in the 212. Yours, in keeping it under wraps. XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1301438 2018-07-09T19:07:48Z 2018-07-09T19:09:42Z Maven pick: A cleanser to soothe and groove this Summer

Good afternoon, Monday. Hope you had a lovely weekend. Glorious here on the East Coast. 

So it's been a minute since I've given a product shout out but shout out I must. Full disclosure: I am a very lazy face washer. That does not in any way mean I skip washing my face at night, very much on the contrary. But I don't like anything I can't wipe off with a cotton pad. I love all sorts of micellar waters and cleansing waters as I've mentioned here on this blog. But my new fav and great for Summertime refreshment has to be Rodial's Dragon's Blood Cleansing Water. The name may be dramatic, but the product is not. It's got rose in it to soothe, said dragon's blood from some exotic tree which protects against environmental aggressors, and Vitamin B3 for radiance and Hyaluronic Acid for plumping and youth giving. It's kind of a cleanser and then some situation. And it's so gentle- perfect for sensitive flowers like myself.

I love the fresh feel of this water and how it literally removes all manner of sludge from my face. Sludge I didn't even know I had. Like morning sludge. Who knew I was sleeping on so much schmutz? I use it day and night and it completely removes everything, including eye makeup. It feels lovely after you shower in the am and creates a nice base for any serum or moisturizer or primer.  And at night, it's a simple swipe and your makeup and day is gone just like that. More time to catch up on your favorite shows. Or snuggle with your dog. Or shop the insane amount of sales happening. I don't know. I like the idea of a skincare routine that is quick and easy but super effective. Add this cleanser to your roster and you won't be sorry. Oh yea, I know. The price tag for some water seems cray cray. But you'd spend this on a good cleanser, so why not spend it on its watery counterpart? Bonus points for the dispenser- just prop a cotton round on the top of the bottle and press for ultimate saturation.

Cause that's what's up this fire breathing, gentle dragon of a cleanser of a Monday. Yours, in product lovin' and Summer dreamin'. XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1300513 2018-07-06T18:32:47Z 2018-07-08T10:28:36Z Valentino Couture: A reason to believe

Good afternoon and happy Friday.

As we all know, we're living in cuckoo times. I read the news today, oh boy times. It was the worst of times, it was the worst of times times. So it goes without saying we all need a distraction. And for me, that much needed break from reality into sheer fashion fantasy was the Valentino couture show this week in Paris. OMFG. Couture as religion. Magical.

Of course, Kaia Gerber's outsized hair almost broke the internet. But there was so much more going on. The clothes were everything that my referential wheelhouse could imagine. There were 60s moments. 70s moments. Texan moments. Dandy moments. Almost every moment I'd ever want to have.

Vogue's review of the show included the term "magic" over and over again, but also the following nods to the overwhelming amount of influences on this unforgettable collection. When quoting the designer: "

"Couture involves a deeper and more intimate perspective, to go further into your own vision of beauty.” 

The review then goes on to say "this season his vision involves a mash-up of Greek mythology, 17th- and 18th-century painting, the films of Pasolini and the photographs of Deborah Turbeville, medieval armor, and Ziggy Stardust. Sounds mad yet looks magnificent, especially in capes appliquéd, embroidered, and even perhaps quilted with gods and goddesses. An evening dress composed of multiple brocades, rhinestones, sequins, pearls, and vivid textural embroideries is described by Piccioli as “Renaissance meets Versailles meets ’60s whatever” but the truth is far more fabulous: It’s not a set of references, but a dream of a dress, which is what couture should be, frankly".

Truly you just need to see for yourself. I fell in love a million times on this runway. I almost couldn't believe how beautiful, and apparently Mr. Valentino got teary eyed as the audience leapt to its feet. Well done to the next generation at Valentino. Thank you for letting this gal, and the rest of us, dream a little bigger. Thanks for reminding me to shoot for the stars. Link to your dreams here. That green cape alone has me rethinking my entire life.

Cause that's what's up this haute Friday in the 212. Yours, in middle fingers to practicality and beautiful, beautiful clothes. XO



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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1299491 2018-07-03T18:22:28Z 2018-07-04T08:35:15Z What to wear when the weather's like woah

Good afternoon, y'all. Happy pre-4th. So much to celebrate this year (loud throat clear).

Moving on, it's hot. Like, real hot.

I was just cruising through Refinery 29 this afternoon and they had lots to say about what to wear when it's too hot to wear just about anything. Perhaps I'm not quite the demo, but those looks are not gonna fly. A bra top as top? Um. No. Not.

Biker shorts? Absolutely no way.

Would Bianca Jagger wear bike shorts? Absolutely no way. The bra as top? Perhaps. I myself always lean in to my love for vintage when it comes to Summertime, particularly the 70s. All day, every day.

For me, the only way to do hot is to wear something long and breezy and of the dress varietal. I only want dresses in this heat and that's that. I like a bit of Bedouin chic myself and this Barney's dress/caftan fits the bill. Love.

This Madewell striped number (ya I'm into stripes right now) has the right shape- loose. Drink all the rose and look cute while doing so. Done. 

This Black Crane overall situation is real good. I love how easy it is- perfect for weekends out and about. I'm breaking the no pants rule here cause jumpsuits don't count. And this one has a grownup kid thing that suits a playful mood. And yes, love black and white simple Summer moments.

This Gap dress is so my style- love the Indian print vibe and super cool and breezy and nicely priced, unlike the vintage Indian cotton dresses it is inspired by.  And nice and bare if that's your vibe.

And this little Ulla girl I happen to own. Love her. Super comfy and even though long sleeved, awfully cool. Love the vintage 70s feel and have never bought a piece from Ulla Johnson I haven't worn to death. Cute. Very cute indeed. Could even wear this in fall with leather leggings and a denim jacket. Scored her at a sample sale last week.

So truly, fear not if you don't want to wear a bra as a top. or if biker shorts don't suit your scorch. I for one love an easy, breezy dress or casually loose jumpsuit. 

Cause that's what's up this pre-4th swelter of a day in the steamy steamy 212. Yours, in sand between the toes and attempts at patriotism. Oh, and lots of beverages. XO


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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1296653 2018-06-24T20:12:53Z 2018-06-24T20:13:10Z Pride for my city, and for all those who dwell here.

Good late afternoon, Sunday. I know- weekend posting. Weird.

But today is a special day- and this weekend is a special weekend- it's Pride Weekend here in New York City and I wanted to take the opportunity to wish the very best and happiest day to all of those partaking. This has always been a big weekend in New York, but somehow, this year it feels bigger. 

And marketers far and wide are taking the opportunity to sparkle- from Target to Uber to Kimpton Hotels to Soul Cycle, I'm seeing a ton of support for the LGBTQ universe, which is great, even if it does smack as slightly opportunistic but what else is new? What I do like more than an attempt to grasp the zeitgeist is that this very strong community deserves the support of culture at large, and when marketers get in on the act it just goes to show the power of this very vibrant group to transcend boundaries and be part of something more mass.

And to me, Pride weekend has become a lot more than an opportunity for the gays, although that is always front and center and will continue to be thank goodness. In our current political climate, Pride is a celebration of diversity in general. And there is no city more diverse than New York, even if you read the Harper's article like I did, it's still true. We come to New York to be who we are, to run from more close minded area codes, and to live in a city where we can connect with people just like us, and people nothing like us. It's a welcoming place for people of all sorts, no matter who you love, what you love, and who you are. We may be saddled with an overly affluent existence that feels unattainable, but there is still the sense of not having to be afraid to be yourself. Yes, there are crimes that happen there that are steeped in hate, but we fight back against them. I feel very fortunate to live in a city where we can be who we want, love who we want, wear what we want, and do whatever the heck we want. And where a jackass who spits racial slurs at a midtown lunch joint gets trolled by a mariachi band outside his apartment is shown who's boss. New Yorkers. That's who.

I love that straight and non-straights alike are celebrating Pride this weekend. Love is love and that's the truth. Even though we are living in a time when anything "other" feels threatened,  we have to raise a glass to inclusion and individuality.  Cheers to all who show bravery for what they believe in and stay true to who they are. Thank you for fighting for your freedom and waving the flag today. I hope you're celebrating wherever you are. Amidst so much distress, I am so happy to see joy today. Our city and our world is better because of all of you.

Cause that's what's up this pride filled Sunday in New York City. Yours, in hearts and rainbows, in the name of love. XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1295643 2018-06-20T12:27:48Z 2018-06-21T11:59:24Z This post is about Scotland

Oh, hi Wednesday. Howzit?

So as most of you know, I finally went on a proper holiday, to Scotland. As a Jew, I realize it's an unlikely place for me to vacation. From my mother's reaction ('why there?') it was clear that this not be the obvious choice for someone of Jewish descent. I don't expect you non-Jews to get that, but if you are Jewish, you will. Jews and haggis don't really hang out together.  In recent years I feel like there's more of an interest in this gorgeous country because of the show the "Outlander". And trust me, it won't disappoint. I won't say you'll travel through time and marry a sexy Scottish warrior,  but still- it's lovely. Very, very lovely. 

So anyway, I have a long and storied history with said country. I visited for the first time early on in my career when I had absolutely not a single clue of what I was doing on a terribly massive photoshoot. Think scouting locations in real time, driving around Scotland with an art director full of pills, and seeking solace in the arms of our winnebago driver. Yes. That was the first time. It was so amazing I had to go back. All that wackiness aside- I had one of my only past life experiences in the Highlands and somehow knew my way around. 

Second time found me there for work once again, when I convinced my old boss to send me there to check out the music scene there. That's back when I worked in trends. I had a major time, lovely people, fell madly in love with Glasgow. Also the heyday of Irvine Welsh and I remember trying very hard to get through his books, even though I spoke not a lick of Glaswegian. 

This time I went with my hubs and we had the loveliest time. A bit of time in Edinburgh (beautiful city, not quite for me though), two nights in Glasgow (scrappy, salty, and very much for me), and then on to the Highlands (obsessed) and up to Skye (even more obsessed).

Scotland may be an unlikely trip for many, but it is really an exceptional experience. It's one of the few countries where I prefer being out in the country vs. the city. Even though I love cities, there is something about being out on Skye that is just so stunning and awe inspiring. Around every turn on the road is something to take your breath away- craggy cliffs, gorgeous dappled water, sheep outnumbering people and of course, those epic, low clouded Scottish skies. Fantastic. Plus copious pints. And many wee drams of single malt. It's really all that.

Here's five ways to know if you'd like a Scottish sojourn:

1. You're craving something unpretentious. Scots are simply the nicest, loveliest people around. And they have no snobbery or attitude whatsoever. It's the best. Oh and dress codes are really nonexistent. Where whatever you want. Fashion and Scotland are not really a thing. And that's wonderful. I wore my hole infested favorite navy v neck sweater for days on end and felt perfect. Oh and ladies- there is no shopping. Nothing major, anyway. You may end up with a cashmere sweater, but I have to say- refreshing to go somewhere that's not so retail focused. Tons of little souvenirs, but nothing to truly buy. That's a gift in itself. More time to enjoy the scenery and the local color. 

2. You like "weather". Listen- there's nothing better than laying on a beach, particularly when you are stressed as f in city life. But to go somewhere where at any moment it could go from stormy to sunny it's just divine. Plus temps in the 60s. In June. Perfect for me. I love a chill in the air. And big, fluffy low hanging clouds.

3. You dig history. I'm very much my father's daughter in that I adore history. And Scotland's history is fascinating. From medieval castles to epic Highland battlefields to sacred old lochs. Scotland has it all going on. And I love that. Oh and there are many moments on Skye where you feel like you are either on another planet or have traveled through time to somewhere completely ancient. it's surreal in the best of ways. 

4. You love a road trip. I love a road trip. Always have, and fortunately, so does David. We rented a car in Edinburgh and literally drove our way through the country. There are many one lane roads that feel a bit hairy, particularly since you're driving on the other side of the road than you do in the States. I had the luck of being passenger on what's typically the driver's side and a couple times I needed to shut my eyes. But it was fun and so beautiful. So many lovely towns to stop in. So little time. Oh and bonus- UK radio. BBC Radio 6 is so my jam. I found myself writing down everything new they played and singing along to Blur and other classics. Excellent.

5. You appreciate nature, but maybe you're not outdoorsy. OK- if you are outdoorsy, you are going to LOVE it in Scotland. Hiking, biking, all of that. But if you're more the type to just do a walkabout and breath the fresh air and pet a baby lamb, then jackpot- you can do that too. Guess which one I prefer? ;)

There are so many other reasons to love Scotland- it's loaded with charm and it's romantic as could be. It's full of great museums and there are dogs in every pub.  The pubs themselves are wonderful and full of local color, and of course, pints and single malts abound. There's a resonating quirk that makes my heart sing. People there are eccentric and interesting and as mentioned, extremely kind. Oh and huge bonus- the whole country is green as green gets. And green is my happy color so for me, there's nothing better.

Also, there are a million ways to slice it up in terms of where to stay- we did everything from a beautiful boutique hotel in Edinburgh to a wacky pod hotel in Glasgow (the bed was heaven) to a small in in a small town in the Highlands to the most lovely little bothy Air BnB complete with a pet lamb which I named Lambo. I love a place where you can experience different lodging- it makes it so much fun to explore. You can go super high end in Scotland or go way more dialed down. Feel like there's room for everyone and that's what makes it such a great choice. 

Anyway, if you want my full itinerary happy to send it to you. Just write to me at sherimaven@gmail.com and I'll put it together for you. Oh and I guarantee I'll go back again. Because there's simply something about Scotland. Cause that's what's up this tartan of a Wednesday in the 212. Yours, in Speyside single malts and excellent adventures. XO





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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1293594 2018-06-13T09:41:03Z 2018-06-13T12:24:34Z This post is not about Scotland.

Good morning, Wednesday. I'm loving Scotland but this is not a post about Scotland. I've taken a few days off to travel and enjoy but truly there's something so troubling on my mind. And it's so unfortunate that the post prior to this was also about suicide.

Many of you know how deeply I loved Anthony Bourdain.  A photograph of him holding his knife on the streets of New York has lived in all of my kitchens since it was given to me by a now deceased photographer, who took is portrait years ago. I always said he was just an ideal human.  I loved his lank, his wickedly funny snark, his rock and roll, poetic brilliance. He showed us the world in ways we had never seen, and I think he's responsible for so much of our love of local and that sentiment that traveling is rarely about being a tourist. It's about embracing the culture and food and life that foreign places bring to us.

My closest friends reached out when they heard the news. It's true- I was in love with Bourdain, and from the looks of all of my social feeds, so was everybody else. This was a hard one. A very, very hard one. And we all want to know why. Who the f knows why? I've seen various dissections of suicide all over the news and some brilliant essays post mortem, but here's my rather simple take.

I grew up as a kid of the 80s, and the 80s had a dark veil encasing pop culture. Sure it was a time of bubblegum pop like Madonna, but there were also bands like Siouxsie and the Banshees, Gene Loves Jezebel (random but top of mind), and the Smiths to name but a few that explored the darkness. As a teen I read Baudelaire, I read Rimbaud, I read Byron. I know that is now a gross cliche of teenage, new wave angst, but truly- I explored what it meant to be dark. And that's probably because as a teen I was, for all intents and purposes, darker than dark. I wish I could say I was happy go lucky, but I was nowhere near that. I've always loved a dark horse. We enjoyed being dark back then. It was part of the brief. There was a romance to it.

 My point is- back then there was an acknowledgement of sadness. That life was messy. That relationships were messy. That our minds were messy. And then of course we got to the 90s which went dark in a real fucked up way- Kurt Cobain. That's all I need to say there. Then the darkness gave way to anger. And we lost a lot of those souls but it was also the era of "Prozac Nation" and Fiona Apple and it became more than ok to talk about depression. In fact, in was pervasive. We all took antidepressants, or at least everyone I know did. They made us fat, they numbed us out, but they made us feel better for a little while. Cut to now.

I'm not sure what happened but happiness has taken over. Fake happiness. Or at least it feels that way right now. For a good minute now, life has been all about sunshine, personal fulfillment, and perfection. It's absolutely ridiculous.

Look at your Instagram feed. It's full of good looking people doing good looking things. It's full of #blessings and #bullshit. Yet every day terrible things are happening all around us but somehow, our happiness is what prevails. Good on you, I guess. But for some, the candy coated world makes the teeth hurt. And it becomes a bit too much. I'm not saying Kate or Tony killed themselves because of Instagram. I'm just saying we've hidden our sadness for far too long. And we've replaced it with unicorn pool floats and rose all day.

I'm not saying I want anyone to be sad. But it's time to get real. The futility of this so called "happy life" has become a bit much. That sometimes even if you "have it all" you might not be able to keep it together.  We need to balance all of this saccharine sweetness somehow.

I too am guilty. This blog has become like therapy for me in many ways- but many have asked why I keep things like a light and fluffy omelette when my soul is anything but. I do it because it feels good to shuffle the nasty bits aside. I will continue to do so and thank goodness I'm not suicidal but Lord knows I fight every day to keep from going far too dark. I'm predisposed to it and I've always really frowned upon it. I'm definitely more of a keep calm and carry on type but often I'm anything but. And I trust many of you feel the same way.

I'm friends with one person on Facebook who openly talks about the darkness. And it makes me wince every time because it seems like oversharing and I think about how many colleagues or potential colleagues are reading it and whether it's just plain wrong to share things like that. Now I have to reassess that. Is it really hard to believe anyone is living their less than best life because Instagram tells us otherwise? These here are tough times, kiddos. We need to support each other and talk to each other and admit that life is very, very fucked up. It's beautiful and candid and hilarious too. But it can be very dark. And that has to be ok.

I have no idea why Bourdain killed himself. Maybe he was just ready to peace out. To all of us, he had so much more to live for, to see, to do. But so many suffer in silence because of a commitment to some sort of silent code that tells us we need to present as shiny and happy. Sure he always had an edge, that's why we loved him. He was so very real. And in many ways, so was his death. A very real reaction to a very real world that is often unkind and dark and a bit too much.

As I sit here and write this, I'm staring out my window on the Isle of Skye and it's cloudy and rainy and chilly. And it suits me fine. Because that's just what my soul needs. I'm not always Suzie Sunshine, and I'm feeling like we don't always have to be. Because there's beauty in the dark too. Don't shut out that part of your soul, but please dear Lord, don't let it kill you. Just know that amidst all the bikini pics, sun flares, and Gucci bags, there's life actually being lived. And it's tough. Beyond tough. I've seen so many books and articles on how to achieve true happiness and fulfillment. Maybe that goal's unattainable for some. Maybe just being able to see your way out of the cave is ok, too. I'm not saying depression is in any way a goal. But I'm just saying- the full monty SHINY HAPPY thing may not be your trip. But if you can't shake that darkness, you need to get help. And there is no shame in that. None.

I'm so sad about Bourdain- he was in many ways, my patron saint. But his death and Kate Spade's death has many of us examining our own demons and darkness. And just know- if you ever need me, you can always talk to me about what's eating you. And I'll continue to enjoy Instagram and everything else, but maybe just maybe I'll indulge a bit of the dark to go with all the light. Or be there for anyone who likes to drink their coffee black and not too light or sweet.

Cause that's what's up this drizzly Scottish morning on the Isle of Skye. Yours, in getting real. XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1291121 2018-06-05T19:59:03Z 2018-06-05T20:26:55Z RIP to Kate the Great.

Good afternoon, Tuesday. I leave for holiday tomorrow and it's a whirlwind to get out of town, that's for sure. But I wanted to take a pause and say how truly gutted and chilled I am by the news of Kate Spade's passing. Though I am far from the prototypical Kate Spade girl, I worshipped her achievements. She was the first of her kind to create a truly integrated lifestyle brand, and with her husband and partner Andy be her side, some of the most iconic fashion advertising the world has ever seen. An icon. Now gone.

I was obsessed with her story. Because she showed girls and women that we could. We could leave big jobs and follow our dreams and create iconic fashion brands out of our living rooms. When I was young in New York, all I thought about was how I could be my very own version of Kate Spade. I moved to NY in 1993, the same year she founded her brand. I thought she was so on point, and I admired her branding sensibilities beyond anyone else. I loved her midwestern mystique- the nod to vintage, the gentility, the manners. Kate was the type who would send handwritten notes, make you the best gin and tonic, and I imagine she knew how to give a beautiful and heartfelt gift. She meant a lot to me, and I felt like I knew her. That was her genius. To many of us ladies at a certain moment in New York- when Carrie Bradshaw reigned supreme and we were all just so damn excited to be here and Kate was right there with us, living the dream- one purse at a time. I'll never forget Kate Spade and the moment she represented in my life. And though I was never really a customer, I understood her brilliance and her celebration of feminine ideals- moms, polka dots, family- all of it. Her preppy meets poppy thing. Her candy coated magic. Her Kodachrome take on American life.

It's hard to think of someone who spread so much sunshine as being so deeply unhappy. I'm sorry for her and her family and her legacy. I truly think she made the world a better place. A more colorful place. A smart place. And of course, a more stylish place. From those ubiquitous bags to shoes to clothes to home goods and beyond, Kate was great. And that's that. I can't ever forget how much her presence and mystique was part of New York life when I was but a young pup here. These ad campaigns are etched into my memory as much as weekends at the shore with my family when I was a kid. That's how good and how memorable they were to a Philly girl on her way up.

Sad beyond belief. Here are some of my favorite campaigns of hers. RIP to one of the greats, that had all of us dreaming just a little bit bigger. Cause that's what's up this sad afternoon in New York City. Yours, in loving each other.  Take care of each other. XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1290662 2018-06-04T13:49:45Z 2018-06-04T14:24:03Z Maven pick: That foundation everyone's talking about.

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1289109 2018-05-30T14:42:33Z 2018-05-30T14:42:48Z Maven takes a trip. Now what to wear on the plane and beyond?

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


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

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

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


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

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

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1288813 2018-05-29T17:25:30Z 2018-05-29T17:25:31Z Summer in the city is dreamy

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

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

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

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

Yes, I think that will do.

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



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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1287058 2018-05-24T16:07:57Z 2018-05-24T16:07:58Z The Summer style edit: Three brands to know for beach-ready basics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1286050 2018-05-21T20:19:31Z 2018-05-21T21:30:13Z Are you there, Stella? It's me, Sheri.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1284571 2018-05-17T19:49:23Z 2018-05-17T19:52:04Z Don't let the rain getcha down. Because Liam Gallagher.


Good afternoon, Thursday.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1283379 2018-05-14T14:42:52Z 2018-05-14T14:43:25Z Maven Pick: Gucci's new couture candy store will make you feel like a (very stylish) kid again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1281330 2018-05-07T13:50:17Z 2018-06-02T03:31:41Z Praying at the altar of high fashion for tonight's Met Ball

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1280003 2018-05-03T15:05:19Z 2018-05-03T15:05:19Z All about bob(s).

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

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

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

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

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



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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1279104 2018-05-01T13:47:57Z 2018-05-01T13:47:58Z On taking it easy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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Sheri Rosenberg