tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:/posts the world according to sherimaven 2021-11-25T13:20:43Z Sheri Rosenberg tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1763108 2021-11-25T13:17:43Z 2021-11-25T13:20:43Z The Maven Gift Guide for 2021

Well, well, well.

It's sure been a hot minute since I've written anything here. I've been busy with work and my column over at the Ageist, which I'm incredibly excited about and grateful for. It's been a crazy couple of years, but thank goodness, life is good. I hope you are feeling the same, and since the holidays are my absolute favorite time of year, I wanted to give you a quick list of feel-good gifts, maven style. Just some stuff I'm loving this year that I hope you love too. It's been a rough stretch for all and we're not out of the woods yet, but gifting is a joy and a blessing. In fact,  just being in a position to gift is a gift so let's do this.

First up, this sweatsuit from Sunday Forever is just the absolute MOST. I know we are all tired of wearing sweats but are we really? I'm sure you can find it in your cozy hearts to purchase one more set, and this one is the comfiest and cutest one around. Plus, the pockets in the pants are magical. Just trust me on that—cute fit, not Oompa Loompa, and super soft. I'm obsessed.

Second, I have written about this many times, but I've been shopping for a new robe, and the truth is, nothing compares to my beloved Natori Shangri-La robe. It's the perfect weight for morning rituals and looks chic, and is so very soft. I'm not a fluffy robe type, so I love that this one is light enough but cozy. It's so so good. And at under 100 bucks, a reasonable price. It's a must-have and makes my list every year.

Third, an oversized puffer from Uniqlo's collab with Jil Sander. This one is hands down the chicest thing, and it's an excellent gift for yourself or someone who needs a little warmth. Winter is here, friends. Dress accordingly.

Fourth, I dig these ankle weights from Equipt for home workouts and beyond. Vegan, cool-looking, and somehow sleeker than the Bala version, which I also love, but these feel more seamless during all of those box lunges I do over at the Salt Drop (shout out to Dino Malvone for creating my fav workout of all time).  Maybe gift a month or two of Salt Drop for yourself or someone you love? Nothing beats shaking your butt. My ya yas have never been happier.

Fifth, my Hinoki obsession knows no bounds. Currently, I am burning the most lovely Hinoki candle from Heretic Parfum. It's warm and somehow spiritual, and I love burning it when working out or simply working. It's such a clean and sophisticated scent, with top notes of cedar and lots of yummy hinoki at the heart and notes of labdanum and sandalwood. Also, their limited edition Hinoki body oil is perfection and a wonderful indulgence. And the bottle is so pretty. 

Sixth, a newish comer for me in terms of brands to watch is Kule. I went to their Rock Center pop-up, and oh, what fun. Stripes. Wit. A preppy, tomboy vibe. Check, check, and check. My pick for stocking stuffers is a fun pair of socks or go a little extra with a fun tote. How can I not love the Oy Vey version for a Hanukkah gift? Bonus points for the wonderful sweater selection, too.

Seventh, Wagwear, a favorite dog brand of mine, sells for Black Friday of 25 percent off sitewide. I love their fisherman sweaters and just got little K a navy blue one. They are soft and easy to put on, and I love them.

Eighth, I got a note in my inbox from the artist Jane Kirby, who does lovely beauty illos but is doing family illustrations and pet illustrations for the holidays. What a wonderful gift, and I love her style. Such a personal and meaningful present.

Ninth, a velour jumpsuit from Suzie Kondi. Expensive? Indeed. But so wearable and fun and gives off new school Juicy Couture vibes. I love the one with the Lurex thread. So good.

Tenth, I would go with a cool sweatshirt from Rowing Blazers for the man on your list. Such a cool vibe, and if he's a NY fan, the Knicks sweater is so good. Lots of fun stuff on sale for men and women, ps.

Ooh, and one more for the beauty babes in your life. This body plane from Esker is so cool looking and gently exfoliates. Use it post-shower or bath after applying oil or lotion. It's such a lovely ritual and delivers for those seeking smooth skin.

I'm hoping you love this round-up as much as I do. Incidentally, I want to show up here more, so thank you for reading. This Thanksgiving, I am so grateful for still having that creative spark and all the amazing people in my life who inspire me each and every day. Love you all and a happy, healthy Thanksgiving. Eat all the things and drink all the things and have the best time. Let the holiday season begin! XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1706182 2021-06-22T14:14:28Z 2021-10-21T20:43:59Z Maven recommends: Summer makeup inspired by St. Tropez


Good morning, Tuesday. It’s been a minute since I’ve posted here, but my work-in-progress life has not allowed for much in the way of free time. I hope all of you are well and enjoying the first glorious throes of Summer. What a difference a year makes. Also, I hope you are catching my new column at the Ageist, where I go on a bit about style and beauty at 50 and beyond.

And with so many of us heading out and about, you may be wondering what’s good when it comes to summer makeup. Here are my recommendations. Remember, I’m a redhead, but I think these shades are all good neutrals to try for all skin tones and hair colors. Like many of you who grow up with the Bain de Soleil woman above, bronzy skin has always been a summer benchmark. I don't sunbathe at all anymore, but self-tanner or a good spray tan helps a lot. Pasty girl, summer is not for me. 

Here are my picks:

I always love seeing new Nars products- candy-like for a makeup fiend like me.

I am so digging on this Summer Solstice eyeshadow palette. The colors speak to that bronze goddess vibe we covet in the warmer months. I love layering and playing with some of the sparkly shades. 

I’m currently digging Eyeko’s brown mascara, a softer look than black (which is always best), and for me, it’s non-irritating. Brown is great for the summer and I love the 70s St. Tropez vibe it provides.

Full disclosure— I used to be afraid of cream blush. It gave me hardcore “rouge” a la Bette Davis as Baby Jane vibes. But leave it to modern science to provide us with a cream blush that is not so harsh. I adore this Hourglass stick in either Loyal or Devoted, but all of the colors are stunning. The color is buildable, and the application is excellent and gives you that fresh-faced look. I like to use an Hourglass brush to apply. Their brushes are worth the investment, as are their products.

I feel like I write about this product every summer, but it’s a staple for me, and I only have to buy one every other year because it lasts a long time. This bronzing cream from Chanel not only looks super chic on your makeup table/vanity, but it’s also the best color for those looking for a bit of a tan vibe.  Iconic. But before I apply, I use this primer from Vita Liberata, which has blurring/perfecting properties and self-tanner. It’s excellent and makes you look super glowy.

For concealer, you could skip it in the summer months because you want to keep it light, but if you love a brighter look, I recommend Rodial’s fabulous Peach Lowlighter. I don’t know how they do it, but this concealer meets perfector blends into your skin in an instant and requires minimal blending. It wakes up your complexion in the best of ways. I love this brand so much- their skincare is fabulous too.

For lips, I’m going to recommend what Glossier is calling “the cashmere sweatpants” of lipstick, their new Ultra Lip. I love the lucite shade, which is a hint of pink and a near-perfect neutral. Of course, it needs to be reapplied a lot, but it feels more like a lip balm, so you can put it on in the dark and not mess it up.

As for nails, mine are long and Barbie-like. They grew so much over the year, and I’m enjoying my lady nails immensely. For those with shorter nails, this Chanel bronzy brown is so damn chic. Perfect with a tan and a bikini.

 And to take it all off, this Micellar water from French drugstore darling La Roche Posay is magic. It smells fabulous and cleanses without drying. Gorgeous product and well-priced. It's awfully nice to be here, ps. See you all soon. Cause that's what's up this bronze girl summer of a Tuesday in Brooklyn. New Yorkers, go vote. No makeup required. XO


Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1684920 2021-04-29T12:55:26Z 2021-04-29T19:14:19Z Feuding words at 50

Good morning, Thursday. It's almost the weekend and I'm looking forward to some downtime.

So check it.

Now that I'm well into my 50th year (and what a year it's been), I have several observations. The first- I'm at a point in my life where I can face the multitude of fears I have collected over half a century. First of those? Doctors. And dentists. As a woman who is far more akin to pleasure than pain, doctor stuff causes a lot of anxiety. But as I've been focusing on my health for a minute now from completely changing my diet to committing to regular exercise to a skincare routine that is both grueling and meditative, I'm all in on feeling my very best. That's why I ripped off ALL the Band-Aids this year. From embarking on some fairly gnarly dental work to getting a mole removed on my back that I put off doing for several years (yesterday I did it, and it wasn't fun), I'm feeling powerful because there is no better feeling than crossing stuff off your eternal list and clearing the decks for health and happiness.

This brings me to something super strange I saw on TV the other night. 

Many of us have guilty pleasures (I have scads), but one of mine is watching "Family Feud". I know. It's super weird. But for some reason, I love the Feud. And I love to hate Steve Harvey. Take this confession however you like. I'm a fan of the Feud and I don't even know why. Anyway, if you've watched it, you know the winning family competes at the end of the show in a speed round of questions, which are often so ridiculous you can almost hear the screech of non PC nails on the chalkboard. 

The question was:

"At what age is a woman too old to wear a pair of stilettos?"  Saywhat?

What kind of fuckery was this? Interestingly enough, the two family members chosen for the speed round could not have been much older than 25. And one of them answered "26" and the other answered "30". So weird. But what was the answer from the Americans surveyed? The most popular answer amongst some swath of the heartland and beyond? 5-0, friends. Apparently, most Americans feel at 50, you must stop wearing high heels. 

Full disclosure: I hate high heels. Always have. Because they hurt like hell. I have always joked I don't wear them because you never know when you'll need to run. I very well remember an old boss of mine wearing spikey Blahniks in a snowstorm back in the 90s, and stared at my own shit kicker-clad feet in relief.  And after a night out in Miami back in the day when I complained all night about my shoes, my husband quietly asked me to never wear heels again. I think I was in my 30s then, but yea. I've never been one for heels. Platform Gucci boots? Yes. But skinny heels? No. No way.

But just because I don't wear heels doesn't mean other women my age don't love them, even if this past year or so had many putting their heels into hibernation mode.  And truly, an odd question to pose to the American people. As if shoes have an expiration date. As if turning 50 means you stop wanting to feel sexy or powerful (as many women feel when wearing heels) and feel the need to pop on some Dansko clogs (ugly shoes are all the rage by the way), or that heels don't allow for the invisibility many women complain about feeling as they age. And hey, it's cool if you do. But you know what I'm trying to say here. We live in a youth-obsessed world where there are far too many rules. And though I find the idea of tottering around in heels nonsensical, many women of a certain age do not. Just ask SJP.

As for me, I'm currently rocking a run Lola red hair color that is bright, bold, and a little outside of my comfort zone but I'm totally digging it for a change. I am sure there are those that think bold hair colors are best left to the young, but I think having fun with fashion and personal style doesn't have an expiration date.

But contrary to what "the survey says" (that's Feud talk, folks), I'll tell you what.

The question should have really been, "At what age do women stop giving a fuck about what society thinks of them"? Answer? 50. Definitely 50. If you came to that sooner, good on you. But I'm here now and I don't care what anyone thinks of my shoes, hair, or truly, anything else. And it feels fucking amazing. So if you're questioning what you can and can't wear or do or say in this thing called midlife, take heed. You have earned the right to crash through the ceiling, lean in, lean out, or flip conventional wisdom the bird. It's obscene the way women are scrutinized at every point in our lives. At 50, I'm crying foul on all of it, and to be honest, I'm too busy taking care of myself in the healthiest way possible to worry about my fleeting youth. It's true I'll be rocking my fresh Stan Smiths this summer over a sexy pair of stilettos, but you do you. 

Because 50 is not the new 20, 30, 40, or otherwise. 50 is 50.  And really, it feels just fine. And that's what's up this high and low Thursday in beautiful Brooklyn. Yours, in tough shoes to fill, but worth every step. XO


Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1681804 2021-04-22T12:31:09Z 2021-04-22T13:39:17Z How you doin'?

Good morning, Thursday. Happy Earth Day to all. It's freezing in NYC, but the perfect amount of chill to have the window cracked and to keep the sheets nice and cold and the doggie snuggled next to you warm. I don't mind.

So, yea. It's been a minute since I've written here. I keep meaning to post about new favorite things, my current trend spots like the weird obsession with the 70s and 80s tennis clothes (everywhere), and why Vitamin C is the best skin care ingredient for Spring (brighten up y'all).

But instead, it's come to my attention that the NY Times has diagnosed me and many of us with a state of being called "languishing". Read it and weep and tell me it doesn't perfectly describe where you are right now. And if not, let it be known that it perfectly describes me,

From the article:

"It wasn’t burnout — we still had energy. It wasn’t depression — we didn’t feel hopeless. We just felt somewhat joyless and aimless. It turns out there’s a name for that: languishing.

Languishing is a sense of stagnation and emptiness. It feels as if you’re muddling through your days, looking at your life through a foggy windshield. And it might be the dominant emotion of 2021".

Although I like the term because it calls to mind some Victorian vaporish state where one has hand to forehead while reclining on a fainting chaise, it's not ideal because I have stuff to do. And people to see. And a sense that somehow I need to re-enter society in some form, though I don't really feel like it.

I don't miss airports. Or boarding zones. 

I don't miss the traffic. Or crowded subways. Or shitty lunch options in midtown.

I don't miss much of my so-called life, yet I'm not thrilled with my current sitch.

Am I super duper lucky to feel healthy and to have stable work? A million times, yes. And I'm not ungrateful in any way.

So hold my calls. I'm languishing. One plus? I have found that exercise is my saving grace, my hail mary, and the one thing that consistently takes me out of my cream of broccoli soup brain and into a good place. I don't miss a day, and my burpee game is TIGHT. I have always loved exercise, and for those of you feeling the way I do, it's truly the best medicine. At least for an hour a day.

I'm not sure how to get out of this bubble. What will replace this state of languishing, and how will we come out of it? I have no fucking idea. I wish I did. 

Are you thriving, barely surviving, or straight-up languishing? Join me on the settee and perhaps we can help each other. Curious to know how you are all doing. And how many days in a row are too many to wear the same grey cardigan? Asking for a friend.

Cause that's what's up this L word of a Thursday in the 718. Yours, in catchphrases and states of being. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1672433 2021-03-30T14:49:35Z 2021-03-30T16:08:52Z Tuesday Muse Day: Elsa Peretti is a mood

Good morning, Tuesday.  I'm trying to dig back in here and do some more writing so bear with me as I get back up to speed. I was working on a post for a good stretch now about the recently deceased Elsa Peretti, she of 70s decadence and jewelry design fame. I was sad to hear of her passing and have found her style a treasure trove of inspiration throughout the years, and now that I'm a woman of 50, I appreciate her elegant sophistication even more.

To me, her style is perfectly suited to this stage in my game. I love the short hair. The statement glasses. The constant small pup at her side. I love the sexiness without a hint of vulgarity.  I love the sensuous fabrics, minimalist intent, and beautiful fit of her clothes. And I also love the hint of eccentricity that lends confidence and an entirely ownable appeal. And since we're all getting ready to party again, these looks feel just right.

So Tuesday's muse is Elsa and may she rest in peace and style. 

I've been coveting one of her vintage bangles lately and may purchase a green one to honor her memory and channel her effortless aplomb. Check out the greatest hits of her jewelry design career here. 

Cause that's what's up this inspired Tuesday in beautiful, sunny Brooklyn. Yours, in my ever changing muse. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1671687 2021-03-29T14:30:57Z 2021-03-29T14:31:20Z Spring's short story

Good morning, Monday.

I don't know what it is about this stay-at-home life, but even as there seems to be some light at the end of this long, dark tunnel I'm still invested in making my home as peaceful and zen den-like as I can. For me, that means organization. And a constant purge of things (mostly clothes) that no longer suit me. For me, that means anything overly boho (not for me anymore) or voluminous or tricky. I'm all about simplifying- from my wardrobe to my furnishings to how I organize my kitchen cabinets.  It's my vibe of late- call it spring cleaning, the eternal version.

Anyway, enough about me. 

Because it's officially a new season and with that comes new clothes.  And since it will soon be too warm for our beloved sweats, we've got to think ahead. I've spotted a big trend in the shorts set. Think of this as your warm-weather sweatsuit. Plus it's cuter somehow. If you are old enough to remember Garanimals, this trend will feel familiar and altogether comforting. Because life is complicated. Dressing for the new season should not be.  I think our current obsession with at-home clothing that is a bit matchy-matchy speaks to our need for simplicity and a sense of balance. Plus- so damn cute. So here we go. Game. Set. Match.

I love this one from the Frankie shop. the color is so good.

This one from Something Navy is absolutely adorable too- love the ombre vibe.

This pj set can easily go from bed to breakfast. So cute.

This Theory set gives me major beach week vibes with a pair of white Birkenstocks, as does this super cute Antik Batik set in sunny marigold. 

And how lovely is this all-white number? So pretty with a flat sandal and a warm-weather glow.

Big fan of this knit, navy set from Rag and Bone. It's just right.  And you can't go wrong with this super basic set, like an LBD in short set form. Both on sale, ps.

OOh and. this little pajama set from Nap is so so cute. I love the oversized vibe of it. Really love this one.

So that's that. Get set for the new season with one of these adorable two-piece wonders. And if shorts are not happening, go for a set that has pants. Easy. Cause that's what's up this set up for Spring kind of Monday in the 718. Yours, in perfect pairings. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1661303 2021-03-04T14:21:06Z 2021-03-04T14:21:12Z Maven recommends: A show at the BK Museum that is more than just art

Good morning, Thursday.  How's it? I hope everyone is hanging in there on this emotional roller coaster of an era. I've been up, down, and in between of late. The sense of purgatory is lifting a bit, but I'm just wondering what's on the other side of this, and do we really feel up to "business as usual"? I'm not so sure.

Anyway, last weekend I got to see an awesome show at the Brooklyn Museum. The KAWS show is a must-see. If you are unfamiliar, KAWS is an American artist whose large-scale sculptures and riffs on pop culture are iconic for their street art cred. Back when I was living in Miami in the early 2000s and working for the country's hottest agency, we were obsessed with artists like KAWS. And the show did not disappoint. It was big, fun, and tremendously entertaining.

But besides the brilliance and pop-cultural lovefest of the work,  I found the show experience fascinating.  Because it's no longer enough to look at works of art, you have to be able to photograph yourself in front of them. Stay with me here.

Remember when you used to look at art in a museum and, well, look at it? That's no longer enough to sell out a show in 2021. What's so striking about an artist like KAWS is that today's Instagram generation wants to show you themselves with the art so that they, in a way, become a part of the art itself. It's WILD. Throughout the entire show (which was perfectly safe and socially distanced), we had to wait several times for people to stop taking selfies in front of the pieces to see the work itself. Annoying? Yes. But a fascinating moment in culture and how we experience art itself.  This is not news, ps. But it was the first time I was hyper-aware of how social media has completely changed us, how we consume, how we connect, how we see. Does it diminish the experience itself or enhance it? I'm sure you could argue either way, but one thing's for sure- to have a successful show at a museum these days, you have to present something interactive and wholly Instagrammable. I, for one, would rather eat my own teeth than pose with works of art, but that's just me. I am way more interested in the art itself than my role in it. I can't help thinking of my anthropology classes in college, where we talked about the uncertainty principle in quantum physics and how it's ultimately changed once something is viewed.  Morph that into our current obsession with photographing ourselves, and you've got a bit of a schism. Does art change once we interact with it? It's worth exploring over a bottle of pinot noir or two. Who's game? I'm rabid for boozy conversations of depth.

Also, the show feels perfectly staged for a world going through a pandemic. It is full of pop culture nostalgia, and branded collabs and the superfans are out in full effect, as evidenced from the line to get in the gift shop. I myself succumbed and bought one of his famous Companion figurines. I got caught up with the superfans and wanted a piece of the dream. But did I pose in front of the pieces? No. I did not, though I was well aware that the inevitable voyeurism threaded throughout my DNA became its very own exhibit. Checking out all the cool kids flashing peace signs and smiles in front of the work was almost as interesting as the work itself. 

So if you're looking for a bit of pop amidst the purgatory of the pandemic, check it out. The work itself is fun in that Warhol, Peter Max kind of way, and the experience is an excellent indicator of where all experiential events are headed. 

Cause that's what's up this observational Wednesday in the 718. Yours, in pop culture purveyance and culture shifts. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1658888 2021-02-26T14:40:24Z 2021-02-26T14:41:05Z Viva New York City!

Good morning, Friday. TGIF.

Can you believe it's been about a year since this craziness began? It's so hard to believe.

I don't have a ton to say today but wanted to say this- I LOVE NEW YORK. MORE THAN EVER.

Yes, I know you know this. This city is one of the loves of my life and having weathered many storms here (9/11, a blackout, a pandemic),
I absolutely find that the more I go through here, the more it makes me want to stay. It's true I don't have children (not counting the fur babe, of course) and that this past year has been pretty tough on those with school-aged children. But as the city emptied and a sense of panic and doom set in, I found myself digging my kitten heels into the terra firma of New York Fucking City. Because as odd as it may seem to many who find the city loud, noisy, and chaotic, no place on Earth makes me feel more grounded. This is my place. New Yorkers are my people. And with Spring in the air,  I am feeling optimistic and hopeful that the best city in the world will come back strong.

So consider this post an affirmation, with my favorite mantra being "I LOVE NEW YORK." 

 I also love that quote above because there is nothing more true for me and for so many. I often say my life really started when I moved here many moons ago, and I am so eternally grateful for the life New York has given to me.

You are my heart. My home. My world. 

Much love to my fellow New Yorkers and everyone everywhere. Soaking in the good vibes and looking forward to contributing to the economy, life, and love of the greatest comeback of all time. (Though if you ask me, it never really left). Together, we'll write the next chapter.

Cause that's what's up this I just can't quit NY kind of Friday in beautiful Brooklyn. Yours, in forever, your girl. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1658150 2021-02-24T17:20:05Z 2021-02-25T03:09:51Z Maven recommends: A grown up Vanilla fragrance for Spring

Good almost afternoon, Wednesday. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Finally. 50 degrees. We've got a heatwave on our hands. Though the sunshine makes the black snow piles look that much shittier. But I digress because spring is in the air, and I feel it- do you feel it?

And with the arrival of spring upon us, you may (or may not be) thinking about switching up your scent. And if you're a scent-obsessed person like me, I highly recommend viewing "Nose," a fascinating documentary on all things aromachology, and more particularly about the nose in chief over at the House of Dior, who makes two standouts j'adore. I have always been obsessed with the warm and cool and rich European vibe of  Bois d'Argent, and my discovery of the spicy and warm Fève Délicieuse when I was in Scotland reduced me to mush. I loved it so much. Scent is potent for me, and just before this plague hit, I was signed up to take a perfume-making class. I want to do that again soon. In the film, they talked about how fragrance makers are super curious humans and can catalog the canon of human experience through scent. I hope that most creative people would watch this film and get inspired because it's on all of us to do the same. 

But I'm here to chat specifically about a favorite note of mine when it comes to perfume, and that note is Vanilla. I am a big fan of the gourmand category of fragrances, a category that is all about yummy sweetness. I became a vanilla fan back in my early days in New York when the Body Shop was having a real moment (that nude lipliner, though). I wore their vanilla exclusively -it was relatively inexpensive and super duper sweet. I believe I then traded up to Kiehls and their vanilla oil. But cut to now. I've grown up, and so has my nose.  For me, vanilla can feel a bit too young and unsophisticated if it is not done with mastery.  I've searched for years for a more grown-up take on my favorite note and recently found one worth wearing.

If you have not sniffed Aerin's Tangier Vanille, you are missing out. Categorized as an Oriental fragrance (think warm and spicy, another fav of mine),  the top notes are Vanilla, Bergamot, and Rose; the middle note is Amber, and the base notes are Sandalwood and Musk. This is a beautiful and subtle vanilla that will have you wrist-sniffing/inhaling throughout the day. I also love mixing it with something musky like Musc Ravageur by Frederic Malle, something spicy like Scandalwood or Holi Water by Heretic, or even something somewhat floral like Iris Poudre by Frederic Malle., yet again.  Tangier Vanille is so beautiful and would be just gorgeous on warm skin.  

The other best, best, best vanilla comes all the way from the Parisian outpost of Le Labo, Vanille 44. This scent is a bit more woody and so yummy in its non-cloying sweetness it almost hurts (as does the price- yikes). I don't find this fragrance lasts terribly long, and since you can only buy it once a year in the states (unless you go to Paris), it may not be worth the expense.

Check out Tangier Vanille if you're craving something sweet and more sensuous than overtly sexy. It's divine, truly. Cause that's what's up this nose knows kind of Wednesday in the 718. Yours, in sweet sniffs, are made of this. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1652773 2021-02-11T14:55:04Z 2021-02-11T15:09:00Z Maven pick: A loosened up jean for Spring, with love from the 90s

Good morning, Thursday. More snow overnight last night. I can't.  But I must. At least I am working from home. But you try to put those little rubber dog boots on by yourself. Go ahead. I'll wait.

Anyway, after yesterday's post about less is more, I'm returning to our regularly scheduled programming, which will always include a bit of a shopping moment. I know this is weird, but I've been wearing jeans throughout the pandemic when I work from home- mostly when I need to feel a bit more put together and less like taking a nap. Ha.

So jean shapes have evolved, and though we still seem to be stuck in a high-waisted moment (not the comfiest in my humble opinion though I've warmed to them somewhat), I'm LOVING the return of a more 90s-like silhouette when it comes to jeans. And no, I'm not talking about those thong-baring low rise jeans we all used to wear. I'm talking about that slouchy low rise, loosened up look that is very Drew Barrymore at a rave. I love the current Kate Hudson In Style cover. She's channeling a major league 90s moment, and i"m here for it. I'm predicting a return to a flower power vibe that is part 90s and part 60s, but back to jeans. I am a card-carrying 90sphile- I love 90s fashion so much- more for the Belgian minimalist moment vs. the hyper colorful acid house vibe, but still.  Everything and everyone was so damn cute back then. 

So consider these slouch numbers from Frame. So cute and easy to wear.

I also love these loose jeans from A Golde- they may be my favorite of the bunch. They come in many washes and are super cool with a white tank top and a tan in the summer.

This pair from H&M and Lee strikes that industrial cool vibe I love and are reasonably priced. 

This cool little dad jean is on sale at Madewell and is chic and comfortable. 

And if you're still a high waisted fan, there's plenty of loose silhouettes with a higher waist like these from ASOS, But I prefer the more authentic 90s version, but you do you. One thing that won't be included in my redo of this look- a crop top. Nope. Not happening. Nor will we be having an overly tweezed eyebrow. Or a baby bang.

I love a looser jean as a counter to all those sweatpants we've been wearing. Because anything too tight just doesn't feel right when we're still working from the sofa.

Cause that's what's up this loosened up Thursday in the tundra. Yours, in jean genies and peace, love, and 90s vibes. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1652256 2021-02-10T14:01:57Z 2021-02-10T23:50:53Z Is less really more? (Ask me in a few years.)

Good morning, Wednesday. It's so very February here in New York City. Cloudy. Gloomy. Dismal. Black snow piles. You know the drill. Nevertheless, we persist. Because we are a tough lot, with a touch of masochism thrown in for good measure. Onward.

So I posted an article about Norma Kamali the other day, she of the eternal "it" factor that is somehow transcendent and ageless all at once. Women love her. She's 100% a woman's woman. She's chic, sophisticated, and also a little bit wacky. And she recently released a skincare collection consisting of three products only to appeal to this contemporary moment we're in that is all about minimalism.

As a trend watcher, I see a natural move towards minimalism. I don't mean necessarily aesthetically, but a less is more movement coming out of years of Marie Kondo and a redefinition of consumerism/sustainability push in general. I see so many emails in my inbox about capsule collections and stripping your wardrobe down to the basics. Just the basics. And true, you can't discount the COVID effect here- where are we going, and what do we really need?

But back to Norma. I was amazed by how many of my female friends posted about their love for Norma and how they too want to embrace a less is more moment. The thing is, these were women that were not 30, they were more over 40 types, and many of them were 50ish like me. Apparently, something happens when you get older, and somehow, you don't want all the stuff anymore, or at least that's what my friend in her 60s tells me. She's always been a clotheshorse, but the switch turned off when she hit 55, and she no longer has any desire to keep consuming the way she used to when she was a bit younger. Full disclosure- I am so not there yet. I still love to try a million products, I have a multi-step skincare routine, and I have never met a jumpsuit I didn't want to buy. But I'd be lying if I said I don't fetishize the Instagram profile of minimalistas like Shira Gill, whose clean white life makes me second guess my technicolor existence.

I do think we are in a moment of less. Of focusing on what matters. And many are tired of the endless ad serves coming through their feeds and crowding their brains with notions of more "stuff." Do we really need a lash primer? Will another dress or pair of jeans or ballet flat make us happy? Arent' we tired of tying up boxes from online endeavors?

I am a unique combo of early and late adoption. I see trends before they happen but tend to adopt them later. I still have a few years before I hit my mid-50s, but I'm hoping this minimal mindset hits me as well. I'd love a little extra room in my closet and a small spare room in my life to define what matters most.  

But for now, I'll keep sharing all the great finds I uncover while I wait for my minimalist mystique to take hold. Are you feeling in tune with the less is more thing, or are you still going for broke (literally)?

Deepish thoughts on a Wednesday morning. Cause that's what's up this to buy or not to buy kind of Wednesday in Brooklyn. Yours, in priority shifts and midlife musings. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1649149 2021-02-03T15:52:25Z 2021-02-03T15:52:26Z Maven in love: Valentine's Day gift ideas for the woman in your life

Good morning, Wednesday. It's a snowy sitch here in the city, and I have not left the house in two days. I know that's not unusual right now, but I just can't be asked.  Something happens as you age- snow becomes intolerable.

Let's begin.

 I wouldn't say I'm the most traditional girl. I do a bit of zig when others zag.  I also wouldn't say I'm a traditional romantic in the relationship sense, though I am 100 percent a romantic when it comes to life in general. I can fall in love with a shop window, or swoon deeply for a beautiful meal, or beautiful anything. But Valentine's Day? Mixed emotions.

Fact- I got married on February 15th, 100 years ago. I remember clearly that David had a small window where he could get off from work (he was working in production at the time) to get married, and that was it.  I come from an era of BIG WEDDINGS. Vera Wang strapless dresses. With gloves to the elbow. GLOVES. Think full orchestra, roast chicken, and something borrowed, blue, and bougie. 

Another fact- milestones are not really my trip. And one more for the books- I hate to be the center of attention in the way brides always are. The thought of wearing white (haha, me in a white wedding dress, good one) and walking down an aisle with all eyes on me is about as pleasant as a colonoscopy. And the whole wedding vibe is not my vibe at all, and David agreed. So off to Vegas, we flew and tied the knot. Just us two. It was perfect and exactly what we wanted to do. But I digress.

Because Valentine's Day is upon us, and truth be told- I always liked it, even though it's surely side-eye worthy for its cheesiness. I love hearts, and I love chocolate, and although I don't love a generic greeting card or bad five-course meal, I do indeed love to love and be loved. And that's the truth. Yea, duh, we all do. . So yea, maybe I am slightly more traditional than I appear, and I guess the gifts I'm going to recommend for those with female loves are not far off the classic V Day brief but oh well. 

Also, fair warning- this is a list of spendy things. Indulgent things. Things Richard Burton may have purchased for Liz Taylor back in the day, thus the photo of the two of those gorgeous lovers at the top of the post.  And though we're not talking Liz Taylor level diamonds, this is not a cheap list of goods because, you know what? Chances are your lady deserves something gorgeous and luxe. Think of what you've put her through the past year in quarantine. PS- if times are tough, don't pay attention to any of this. A beautiful card, poem, or homemade cupcake will certainly do. It is very often the thought that truly counts, but then again, silk. Ok here we go:

If your gal is a bit cheeky, I adore these candles from Heretic (yes, they make THAT candle) that came across my inbox this morning. A burlesque candles that are a little naughty. Yes, please.

So I love silky things so, so much. Chances are she will too. This robe is so gorgeous- the color, the pattern, the luxury of it. Ah-mazing lingerie, too, if that's your thing. 

For kissing and making up, this lip palette is perfection. I love the red lacquer packaging (perfect for V Day) and all the bright and poppy hues that are moisturizing and super pretty. 
And, of course, there is the gift of fragrance. Because there is nothing sexier than smelling incredible, if you want to pony up for something pretty, you can't go wrong with anything by Frederic Malle. French perfume is a no-brainer, but his scents are complicated, delicious, and beyond sensual, much like love itself. I have many favs from his collection, but Carnal Flower is just divine. I have never been a big floral lover, but this one is completely intoxicating. A sophisticated tuberose that will have you following your femme around the house. Not that you don't do that now, but you're going to want to sniff her all day long. Trust.

Lately, I'm all about pearls. Because you can take something so classic and somewhat fuddy-duddy and make them fresh and exciting by pairing them with a boiler suit or layered with a gold coin necklace or thick link chain, they are such an amazing gift. I love anything Sophie Buhai does, particularly when it comes to pearls. These are so delicate and beautiful, and also extremely sexy.
And of course, V Day is all about flowers and more flowers. Personally, I've been buying fresh flowers throughout the quarantine because they brighten up any space. I found this florist online, and wow. Show-stopping. Very pricey, but omg. And, of course, roses are required. 

By now, you may be scratching your head, wondering when I became such a sucker for a Hallmark holiday. I say ok to that but LOVE baby love. I think it's something to celebrate. Needless to say, if you are single or you are the woman in your life or "it's complicated," any of the above work for self-gifting. Show yourself some love because you are worth every penny. Cause that's what's up this modern love kind of Wednesday in the 718. Yours, in ain't love grand? XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1646633 2021-01-29T14:44:49Z 2021-01-29T17:49:01Z What I miss most about life before the plague

Good morning, Friday. Long week. Bring on the weekend. Ps, it's cold as shit.

So last night, I was on the horn with a friend of mine, catching up on all the things. I was saying how restless I feel and how I feel a bit "stuck". I'm not someone who loves to stand still unless it's a well-deserved respite from a busy life. Right now, work is busy, but life? Not so much.

So we continued to chat on it, and I realized what I miss the absolute most during this time of staying home. I miss chance encounters. And serendipity. Life has become so ho-hum, and for now, that's how it has to be to stay safe and healthy. But as a New Yorker and creative observer, I find the lack of spontaneity a challenge. For instance, the other day, I had a dentist appointment uptown and decided to check out a gallery having a show with an artist I've recently discovered. I rang the buzzer on a nondescript building on East 68th off the park and checked out this cool little gallery called Turn. I had a delightful conversation with the gallerist, chatting about pop culture, fashion, The Beatles vs. The Stones, and the oddness of cats. It was such a lovely moment- looking at young artists and chatting with a total stranger. As a card-carrying shut-in, I no longer get to have many random conversations. Or chance encounters at, say, a dinner party where I might meet someone who could become a new friend or business prospect. I love that about New York City- it's totally true you never know who you will meet, and I miss that more than anything. And although I'm not exactly Howard Hughes, it feels different when out in public these days- people want to keep to themselves and keep their distance. It's regrettable. 

I see so many posts from people that say they miss their families and friends. I feel secure in those relationships, and though I miss quality time with the people I love, I REALLY miss being out and talking to new people. I'm sort of an introverted extrovert and lifelong connector, and I need the stimulation of off the cuff conversation to stay motivated, inspired, and happy.  All in all, what I miss the most is simply shooting the shit. I'm starved for it and so can't wait to engage with the possibility of new energy, kindred spirits, and a sense of connection. I guess what I'm saying is I don't miss the spontaneous water cooler conversations as much as I miss the spontaneous conversations I have with a barista in a coffee shop or the would-be gallerist who happens to love the Stones as much as I do. New York is a mosaic of diversity, but it's also the place I feel most connected to people. I feel like some of the best things that have happened in my life have happened by chance. Of being in the right place at the right time. And finding gifts and treasures when I'm not even looking for them. Oh, beautiful serendipity, come back to me.  

I'm looking forward to chance encounters once we all have shots in arms.  Cheers to the possibility of new conversations. Of those knowing glances when experiencing the city with strangers who "get it". Of dancing in a crowd and vibing on the energy of the collective. Ugh. I want it. Needless to say, so many of us are missing travel for this very reason- the unknown adventure that awaits and delicious sense of discovery.  I miss that beyond but in this instance talking about the everyday discovery and loveliness that comes from living in a place like New York.

Cause that's what's up this games of chance of a Friday in the 718. Yours, in talking to strangers. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1645714 2021-01-27T14:40:29Z 2021-01-27T14:45:16Z Go for glow: My favorite new beauty products to love your light

Good morning, Wednesday. It's sunny and cold in New York City, and here we are almost a year into this pandemic, and just wow. Thank goodness for coffee.

And while I've been sequestered, I've found that rituals are a helpful way to begin and end the day;. Whether it's that first cup of aforementioned coffee or lighting a favorite candle in the afternoon (currently loving my Apotheke Palo Santo number), marking the day and honoring the moment has become essential for my sanity. So it's not surprising that I still love putting on makeup in the morning, even if nobody will see me at all. I enjoy taking time out to do something indulgent and uplifting.

On that accord, I'm all about skincare. Religious, fanatical skincare. My devotion to a daily skincare practice has become a non-negotiable. Twice a day, I'm doing all I can to keep my skin glowy, bright, and healthy. Particularly in the winter months, our skin needs a little extra love to keep it hydrated, bouncy, and happy. For me, it's all about radiance and glow. I'm forever seeking products that give a lit from within look- next week I'll recommend some makeup products that help, but today it's all about skincare.

So here are a few of my new favorite products that provide not only great results but a lovely, sensorial experience as well.

My new facial cleanser/massager tool from Popsonic is just perfect, bought on a whim from one of those steals and deals segments on the Today show.  I put cleanser right on the bristle side and power on to provide a massage while I cleanse, and then I love the other side that is paddle-like for a stimulating massage. Yes, it looks like a sex toy. And?

Three products from Kiehl's are on my list this month, too. I recently popped into their original location in the East Village and stocked up on a few things (and got a great gift). I'm obsessed with this treatment water that's like an essence- it somehow brightens and soothes your skin with an ultra-fresh feel after you cleanse and before you apply your products. I love an essence of late and can see a big difference when I use one- it makes the other products penetrate more deeply, so if you're spending all that money on products, why not ad something that gives your whole routine a little boost?

I also bought this incredible lip balm in Naturally Nude. If you read the blog on the regs, you know I'm forever in pursuit of the perfect nude lip, and this one delivers the perfect, subtle tint while taking care of chapped, parched lips. This Pro-Retinol eye treatment is also divine and subtly tinted to give the eye area a bit of brightening. Obsessed.  As for my gift, I got this fab mask brush. You may think a mask brush is excessive, but. I used it to apply my favorite StriVectin mask, Cloudberry Moisture™, on Sunday, and it made a huge difference when it came to an even, hearty application. Good stuff. Mine was free with purchase but here's another good option.

And I love this Leland Francis botanical serum, which is a fraction of Vintners Daughter products' price and fabulously herbaceous. I discovered it after a fabulous facial at neighborhood beauty bastion Shen, and I love its thickness, and the smell is lovely too- a great all-around serum at a reasonable price. Packed with 29 botanicals, it's a great all-around serum that balances, hydrates, brightens, and soothes.  I like the simple packaging too. Chic.

I've recently cut my hair way short again (thank you, Lord) and am so happy not to have to fuss with it. As much time as I like to spend on my face is the same as the little time I like to spend on my hair. It's just not my thing. But I absolutely love Christophe Robin's Cleansing Mask with Lemon- it's a non-shampoo shampoo, so it doesn't cause your hair to puff up and gives it that lived-in look I love while still provided a deep clean. Just don't get this sucker in your eye. Trust me. 

Wondering what rituals you all have to help you get through this rather tedious, ho-hum time. Restlessness is kicking in, and I'm just try8ing to stay grounded. A little self-care seems to help.

Cause that's what's up this love the skin you're in kind of Wednesday in the 718. Yours, in finding your light. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1643073 2021-01-21T14:37:02Z 2021-01-21T21:17:18Z My Thoughts on Inaugural Fashion

Good morning, Thursday. It's truly a new day in America. And it feels real, real good.

Yesterday's inauguration was flawless. From the ceremonies to the speeches to the excellent prime time performances by some of our best and brightest, 1.20.21 was a day for the books.

And this maven was super impressed not just by a new chapter in history unfolding, but also- the fashion. 

I have always loved fashion because it serves as a pulse check for culture and society. And if yesterday was a barometer of anything, it was that we are ready to plunge out of the darkness of the past four years and go headfirst into something more positive, optimistic, and most of all- colorful.

We are a nation of many colors, creeds, proclivities, and beliefs. And we are also a nation where we now have the FIRST female Vice President, and a strong, beautiful woman of color she is. For me, yesterday's fashion chronicles were all about color and brightness. I led this post with Michelle because WOW. 

It was striking to me that Melania left the White House in somber black. Also striking that she departed the plane in Florida wearing a bright and printed Gucci caftan, but that's not here nor there because Melania is no longer news. Bye, Felicia.

What's most interesting about yesterday is that all the women at the festivities were wearing lots and lots of color.

And as I mentioned earlier in the season, I thought coats had a HUGE moment yesterday. It's always cold on Inauguration Day, so practicality prevailed, but also SO MUCH COLOR. And I love that Jill, Kamala, and Michelle most likely did a Zoom call to discuss the day and decide wearing young American designers was the way to go. So so smart. Incidentally, Christopher John Rogers and Sergio Hudson are young black designers. And Markarian, who did Jill's daytime look, is a young designer from NYC, and blue signified trust and stability. I love the use of purple throughout- honoring the unity of red and blue coming together and also an homage to Shirley Chisholm's own fashion choices when she ran in 1972, though Hillary was surely channeling Prince with that fluffy scarf realness. I also loved that many women wore pearls as another nod to Chisholm and Kamala's sorority.

I am also obsessed with Kamala's stepdaughter, Ella Emhoff, a true fashion maven who wore a stellar coat. I look forward to seeing more of her.

Also, Gaga was beyond. And J. Lo was a vision in white Chanel, though the makeup seemed heavy-handed IMHO.

And poet and official chill inducer Amanda Gorman was a vision in sunny yellow and a red Prada headband.

And no fashion round-up would be complete without mentioning Bern dog. OMG. He looked like he was running out to Trader Joe's and forgot about the Inauguration. Those mittens. And the meme world exploded. So good.

As 2020 was coming to a close, I took a look around my own closet and decided it was time to get more colorful for Spring 2021. I'm thinking Bill Cunningham blue, purple (a favorite hue of mine), and lots of brightness. I'm craving color so badly, and from the look of those setting the tone for the country, so is everyone else.  And though it may be too early to sing "Happy Days are here again," I will say that the notion of a new and modern roaring 20s has massive appeal. I'm so ready for lighter, brighter, more positive days ahead. Let's get colorful and celebrate our diversity and rediscover our greatest export- optimism.

The day ended on such a high note, and though admittedly I'm not much of a Katy Perry fan, her performance capped off the evening with fireworks and a beautiful finale to a gorgeous day. Sensational.

I'm so inspired and energized by this new day in America. I cried most of yesterday- tears of joy, tears of relief, and tears of closure as well as a fresh start. I'm so ready to embrace something more positive and bright and so glad fashion played a role in making America SHINE again. Cause that's what's up this fashionable Thursday in the best country in the world. Yours, in a brand new mood. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1642614 2021-01-20T14:33:12Z 2021-01-20T17:42:41Z Today

Good morning, Wednesday. Happy Inauguration Day.  I suspect many of us will have PTSD from the past four years. Still, today, we celebrate turning the page and returning to something more familiar and, hopefully, more compassionate and sane.

I will never forget where I was four years ago when Trump got sworn in. I was at a small boutique ad agency, freelancing, with a group of very young people who were as devastated as I was.  Shots were poured in the early part of the day to cope and take the edge off. We all prayed it would not be as bad as we thought, and in some ways, it was worse. To me, the fact that being a patriotic American became something perverse and disgusting was possibly his worst offense, that and the countless horrors like putting children in cages. To have to watch all of that unfold is something many of us will never forget. And I'm looking forward to the American flag meaning something wonderful again. 

As a young person, I admit I never felt that who was in the White House had any bearing on my life. I rejoiced when Obama became President and loved him and his family from the start. And now here we are, with a President that is poised so perfectly for the times in which we find ourselves. And I hope young people can now see that it matters who is in the White House; it really matters. And I believe we have a President who is perfect for the times.

Because Joe Biden understands grief better than most, and he is empathic, compassionate, and experienced. He has dedicated his life to public service, and I believe he will help us heal. Not to mention the first female and African American VP at his side. The past four years have forced us to confront some horrible truths about our country. And as we look ahead, we must face this grief, honor it, and move on to something better. I, for one, am looking forward to a renewed sense of American optimism. A return to a White House filled with love and tradition and light. I don't know what the lunatic fringe has planned, but I will take a moment or two to restore my faith. I admit I was skeptical about Biden, and he was not my first choice, but I am so impressed by his grace and sense of duty to his country.  Finally, something to celebrate amidst so much sadness. 

But amidst the pomp and circumstance, we must not forget how the past four years have changed us.  I'm currently reading Glennon Doyle's fantastic book, "Untamed," in which she notes it's important not to run from grief or difficulty but to face it head first so you can move past it. That's where we all are right now, and we need to learn from our collective grief and loss and find some hope and healing. An atypical inauguration day begins, and hoping for a safe and peaceful afternoon. Today is a day to find our way and our soul once again. It's a very different day than it was four years ago, and here's hoping we can restore and endure and come together for this significant moment.

Cause that's what's up this paying attention and taking it in kind of Wednesday in the 718. Yours, in American dreams, and switching on the lights. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1638645 2021-01-11T15:20:42Z 2021-01-11T17:59:28Z Bird Brooklyn is closing and its the end of an era

Good morning, Monday. The weariness. It's a lot. I'm so hoping we can get back to sanity soonish. It's tough out there for a human. I'm so grateful to have what I have but jeez- what a crazy world we live in, not to mention a crazy country.

And amidst this backdrop of chaos and mayhem and COVID came the news that Brooklyn retail icon Bird was closing. For those unfamiliar, Bird and its owner, Jen Mankins was instrumental in creating the whole "Brooklyn look" that became not only a local phenomenon, but an export around the country, and arguably, the world. 

I have always thought about what my mom would think when walking around my Cobble HIll/Carroll Gardens neighborhood.  As a woman who has always been stylish, I'm not sure she would understand the BK vibe. Here women look like hippies, commune members, or some version of sculptress. The BK look is epitomized by the following items, and Bird sold them all:

A clog or clog boot (No. 6 is preferred)

A generously cut sackish dress (brands like Rachel Comey, Black Crane, and Suno made this famous)

Chunky knits of all kinds (Lauren Manoogian comes tor mind)

Carpenter pants and wool socks (Jesse Kamm is the icon here when it comes to pants)

My mother would probably think these women look vaguely unkempt. Not put together. Disheveled. But that's part of the look. Because though the women in this neighborhood skip heavy makeup and wear their tresses in top knots, their skincare game is on point (Bader products, Vintners Daughter, all bought at local beauty icon Shen Beauty) and their highlights probably cost more than a monthly car payment.

I remember when I first moved back to Brooklyn in 2011, I loved the vibe and embraced it wholeheartedly, even though dressing in this laissez-faire manner doesn't come cheap. Though I am not a mom (which makes me an anomaly in this neighborhood), I did fall in love with the aesthetic, and though I never really went full Brooklyn look, I incorporated parts of the aesthetic into my everyday attire. For me, the whole look can make me look like I live in the shtetl, so I tend to glam it up slightly.

Shtetls aside, I spent a lot of my hard-earned money at Bird. There was my Black Crane phase. Flannel flavored jumpsuits. Voluminous poet dresses. Elastic waist pants I wore on every flight I took for a long time. Or the Isabel Marant and Ulla Johnson tunics and dresses I'd rock all summer long in an homage to my boho comeuppance.

Then a favorite item of mine- a Rachel Comey faux fur leopard coat. Only one left in my size the day after Christmas and massively on sale (thank goodness). I live for this coat still and always am so excited to wear it. And I also loved when they did their own dress line under the Bird name- I bought an adorable printed mini dress with a mock neck and short sleeves that is simply the cutest dress of all time. Or the way I'd drool over all the Dries Van Noten pieces I craved and sometimes dreamt about.

When I read the news on Instagram this weekend about the store closing, I felt so sad. A real bonafide part of Brooklyn was leaving, and could not survive the current climate or inevitable fallout from the pandemic. I do think the legacy of Bird (they had four stores in Brooklyn at one time) will live on. But I'll miss shopping there and so will many stylish women in the neighborhood. This store was not for everyone- the clothes could be tricky to wear, not to mention expensive. But I love the risks they took to bring a new aesthetic to the city and the world. And most importantly, a feminist approach to dress that showed us all that feeling sexy was more than just showing some skin. Feeling sexy in your clothes was all about confidence and a cool cut or silhouette. I give Jen Mankins so much credit for redefining how we all want to dress, and making Brooklyn style cool. She was instrumental in that and the clog booted hoards in my 'hood will surely be mourning this loss. It's true there is not a default Brooklyn look, but Bird created an archetype that became an icon.

And that's what's up this Brooklyn forever kind of Monday in the 718. RIP to an icon. You will be missed. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1632826 2020-12-29T15:10:19Z 2020-12-29T15:48:37Z My take on the year that was

Good Monday morning, my friends. It's been a minute since I've written. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday, albeit a weird one. As someone who has lived 50 years on this planet, it's true that certain years are better than others. This one was not great and I'm really looking forward to a fresh start in 2021. 

A few housekeeping notes as the year ends...

I'm committing to exploring some new ventures next year. I've been writing steadily for a while now and I'm ready to stretch and flex a bit. If I'm using my intuition, it's going to be something clothing related- a design, a pop-up, something of that sort.  I'm ready for a new challenge and most of all, I'm ready to do something that feels 100 percent like me. Because 2021is all about being true to myself, and only doing things that feel aligned with my point-of-view, desires, and DNA. 

I know we've all had a ton of time to think about ourselves lately. Being a shut-in is good for that. And for me, I've learned that at this stage in the game, I want to be more discerning about life in general. If this year has taught us anything, it's about what matters most to us. That looks different for each and every one of us. My picture is all about finally embracing my entrepreneurial spirit and going for something one hundred percent myself. I am so grateful for the incredible work I've done in 2020, and cheers to further development of my unique offer in 2021. I feel like everything I've done in my career from trends to production to writing has landed me here.

And speaking of writing, I'm never going to stop doing that. Writing is a part of me, but I have many parts of me that are itching to come alive as well. Let's see where I land but this blog will continue to live as long as I feel like putting it out- I do love sharing with all of you and can't see that stopping any time soon. I realize the frequency is not ideal, but I like this blog to be a non-stressful place for me to connect. It's not necessarily meant to be a daily "job". But I'll keep going as long as you want to keep reading. And if there's anything you'd like me to cover, do let me know.

Next, I miss you. All of you. I realize how important the relationships in my life are- and how much I am looking forward to in-person connections when this horrible plague is in the rearview mirror. I miss dinners. Drinks. Dinner and drinks. Connecting in hallways, stairways, and just about anywhere. I'm sure you all feel the same way. It's true I absolutely am a homebody and need my space, but man- I can't wait to kick my social life and family time back into regular gear. It's enough already. This is all a revelation as I previously considered myself a bit of a misanthrope. Turns out I like people. Weird.

I've also noticed the importance of rituals as we all spend all of our time at home.  Somehow, there's an unpredictability to the mundane that can be anxiety-producing. What will the day bring? What fires need to be put out? What will Cuomo say in his 11 am preso? Because of all the unknowns and instability, I find comfort in certain routines. For instance, I love setting up my home for the day. From opening the curtains to let the sunshine in to turning on the lights in the living room to flipping the switch on the Christmas tree (needed this year), I'm loving how the day comes alive and also how I wind down in the evening. I've also been super diligent with all of my self-care rituals. I'm digging skincare and makeup to help set a course for some version of normalcy. Oh, and my favorite new ritual is my Nespresso machine. The whole experience is top-notch and I'm obsessed with it. That gentle whirring. It's the most.

From a style perspective (no maven post would be complete without one), I've cut my hair short again and am embracing more of a tomboy moment these days. I did succumb to a matching sweatsuit and have not worn it once. I have however switched out my obsession with dresses for jumpsuits. I'm no longer a nap dress kid. I'm all about that pants and jumpsuit life, but I for one am looking forward to embracing a more colorful perspective come Spring. I'm going to invest in some non-black or navy clothing to amp up my mood and go for something bright. Cobalt blue is particularly top of mind, as are hot pinks, purples, and greens.

As for pop culture consumption, I continue to be obsessed with Harry Styles. His appeal to women of a certain age is not lost on me. I just love that guy. Because he's the guy at overnight camp who played guitar and dug Baudelaire and put your stomach in knots but not in a truly hormonal way. There's something very safe about his sexiness, and I like it. On the other side of the sexy spectrum is Miley Cyrus. She's killing it. From gorgeous cover songs to rock and roll style to that blonde mullet. I just love her of late. And of course, I watched a ton of television. All the usual suspects. My fav of the year was probably the bawdy period series "The Great". But I also loved "The Queen's Gambit", the hilarious second season of "Pen 15" and of course, "The Morning Show". I'm sure there are more I'm missing but those stand out for me. Ooh, and of course, "The Crown". Omg. I so love that show. As for "The Undoing"? Meh. I'm scared of Nicole's face, though big kudos for Jen Aniston, whose performance in "The Morning Show" is stellar and she's owning her age in the best of ways. Well played.

And this year was also all about taking long weekend drives. We've schlepped all over the place to escape the city and have so loved getting in the car with the dog to explore all the riches nearby. From going upstate to checking out Greenwich to finding hidden jewels here and there, I am immensely grateful to have a car.  But truth be told, no matter where I go, it's simply New York or nowhere, baby. With so many abandoning ship, I love this city more than I ever have.  Big up to my Carroll Gardens neighborhood for providing a deep source of comfort during this very strange time. Though I did think about spending the summer and beyond at the Jersey Shore, I'm not ready to leave New York and I'm thrilled and honored to contribute to its resurgence. I feel a sense of duty to give back to a city that has given me so very much.

As for food, we've all been cooking a lot more, though the past few months have seen me patronizing local restaurants much more often. In terms of what I've been making, I'd say cauliflower rice is my go-to of all go-tos. It's super easy to create custom dishes with cauli rice as a base, and I've done it with everything from arrabbiata sauce to "fried rice" by adding an egg and some veggies and soy sauce to adding frozen cauliflower rice to my smoothies and using it like ice for a bit of a veggie boost.  I also find myself more drawn to vegetarianism again. And though I gained weight in the first six months of the quarantine, I've now lost it and feeling back in my groove. 

And no post on this year would be complete without mentioning the home gym sitch. I don't have a Peleton and don't plan on getting one as my second bedroom is now my closet and there's no room for it. I have loved the innovation of workout studios around the country and around the world in terms of providing an incredible array of options for any taste and fitness level. I'm still doing Pure Barre, am obsessed with The Salt Drop, and go in and out of Taryn Toomey's The Class (it can be a bit woo woo but it's a great workout). I've also found yoga to be immensely helpful, particularly during the nail-biting days leading up to the election and the days following. I'm grateful to Prema Yoga, my local studio, for bringing online classes to life, as well as Bulldog Yoga out of Villanova, PA for their fun and music-fueled workouts. I also dig Y7's online offer, because I can't handle their in-person classes (hot yoga is not my bag) but love their vibe and choice of songs. 

So that's a wrap on the year that was. It's hard for me to admit I fared so much better than others. With so much suffering and sadness out there, it's hard to not feel that collective sense of tragedy. I'll never forget the feeling I had early on in the pandemic when my next-door neighbors lost their daughter to the virus. Or the fear I felt when my mother got it. Or the freezer trucks parked outside of my neighborhood funeral home. Or the sickness in my stomach over George Floyd and so many senseless killings. This was one fucked up year, and it will take time to heal from all of this darkness and fear.  I just wanted to give my take on how I handled life during COVID and how I am so looking forward to turning the page on the pandemic. Look for me at the disco, darlings. I'll be there in a silky, jewel-toned something or other. And if you need a bit of a pick-me-up may I suggest a Soul Train line dance rabbit hole courtesy of YouTube? Delicious.

And that's what's up these last few days of a crazy, paper-thin fragile kind of year kind of Tuesday in my beloved Brooklyn. Happy new year and let's hope for health, happiness, and some version of normalcy. Yours, in home is where the heart (and apparently everything else) is. Bye, Felicia. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1623701 2020-12-02T17:57:56Z 2020-12-02T17:58:58Z The Shoptimist Returns: The Brooklyn Small Gift Gift Guide

Good afternoon, Wednesday. Well I have to say it- I’ve succumbed to the Coronacoaster and have been feeling more ups and downs than the elevator at Saks. I tend to be a bit of a late bloomer when it comes to catching up to the masses, but the holiday season at-home vibe hit me hard. I’m missing holiday cocktails and holiday attire and a general sense of holly jollies. I’m well aware I’m luckier than most, but ya- tough times, strange days. All of it. I find listening to Drake helps with a few extra dog snuggles, but that's just me.

 So this morning I saw on NY1 this awesome website built to help Brooklyn businesses. It’s called Shop Brooklyn not Bezos and I just love it. I’m not going to pretend I don’t shop on Amazon, but I am a huge fan of shopping local, particularly when it comes to thoughtful, unique gifts. So I thought I’d do my very own take on BNB and share with you some of my favorite spots in my neighborhood for self-gifting and for everyone on your list. I've focused on small but special gifts here. Because to me, this season is all about little presents with purpose.  My neighborhood of Carroll Gardens/Cobble Hill has some amazing little shops well worth your support, as does every neighborhood in this blessed borough. So here goes my gift guide- all of these shops are within walking distance to my house. I'm a lucky girl.

For beauty lovers, Shen Beauty on Court is clean product paradise. The staff are amazingly knowledgable and fun and the items offered are some of the best you can buy. I’ve become a devotee and their new location further up on Court Street is beyond gorgeous. One of my fav brands I discovered while shopping there is Haoma. I love the packaging and the oil-based cleanser takes self-care to a luxe and melty new place. This face oil is gorgeous and layers beautifully with all of your skincare for a bit of a bright, holiday glow.

 Down the block from me is a fab new store called Rue St. Paul. I love their rental model but also love their bits of sparkle. Isn’t this a lovely little necklace?

If you’re looking to pick up something for your man while you self-gift, I love Haus of Hanz. They have wonderful stuff for the boys (and girls) and I’m a big fan of this extra-soft flannel shirt, and he will be too. I should know, because I bought it for David. Plus, they are the nicest people and always send you a lovely email to thank you for your business. Classy.

If you want to give your tree a modern touch, check out Wanderlustre. They have fabulous stuff for the home overall and I just love this Good Witch ornament. We all need a bit of positive hocus pocus right now.

And how much fun are these mother of pearl stash boxes with a checkered Vans vibe? And this faux fur throw, though. Spendy but great for a high-end gift. PS well aware this is not a small gift but gah. I love it.

Oh and if you have a Gen Xer on your gift list, check out Woods and Grove, a store close to home I find myself enjoying all the time. I’m obsessed with these super fun, pop cultural plates. This Kurt Cobain one feels on point.

Further along on Atlantic Avenue are some fabulous shops. M. Patmos has the most beautiful knit wear and elevated basics, not to mention those socks I posted a few posts back. If you’re on the market for chic stocking stuffers, this is your spot. I’m in love with this vintage Indian silk scarf for a pink pop of boho to go with all your at-home attire.

You all know by now how much I LOVE Meg, a local Brooklyn brand that has been a go-to of mine for years. If you have an activist in your life, get her this great feminist hat in hot pink (yea I love pink). It’s so good.

 We are all feeling the homebody vibe, and if you want to go for something unique and special, The Primary Essentials has you covered. They have incredible things for the home and I’m loving these rather unique candles that would make a very cool and Insta-worthy tablescape.

If you or a friend or loved one is a vintage vixen, Consignment Brooklyn is a one stop shop for all of your fashion fixes of the vintage persuasion. Owner Eva Gentry has the best eye, and I love these vintage eyeglasses. Giving me major Jena Lyons vibes and I’m crazy about them.

 So there you have it- come to my neighborhood for a walkabout and I’ll show you all the hot spots, socially distanced of course. Or shop online.  We can still make the holidays glorious by supporting small business and helping everyone stay on their feet. Cause that’s what’s up this give a little and get a lot kind of Wednesday in the 718. I truly believe supporting small business is crucial right now. Yours, in small gifts for all, with love from Brooklyn. XO













Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1621377 2020-11-26T13:49:14Z 2020-11-30T19:19:38Z Thoughts on Thanksgiving: Gratitude with a side of kvetching and future gazing

Good morning and Happy Thanksgiving to my friends, family, and everyone I know. And don't know. All of y'all.

Thanksgiving has always been one of my very favorite holidays. From the fall colors to the crisp air to the Macy's Parade to the fantastic meal and togetherness with family and friends. Not to mention it's the traditional kick-off to the holiday season. I am a big fan of the holidays and feel grateful that I've had nothing but a wonderful time for the past few holiday seasons. But here we are now. And yea. Hmm.

Though I am tremendously grateful for my work and my family and friends, I'm missing stuff. 

I admit at the beginning of the quar. I was thrilled to WFH, be at home, eat at home. All of it. I was relieved not to have to run around to and fro. From the gym to the office to the dinner plans to falling into bed and feeling completely tapped out. But now I feel that way from the lack of much to do at all. I even started missing commuting a bit. It was that time in the morning where I'd put on my music and look at people and places and watch the city wake up. As a creative person, I'm getting somewhat panicked about the lack of inspiration. I'm like a baby. I need constant stimulation. A baby and a New Yorker. That's why I live here- for the constant air of surprise, delight, and sometimes disgust. I need that range in my day. Now I may have all of those things. But it's because I watch too much CNN while I'm working. It's just not the same.

Yesterday I was chatting with someone about what's next. What will people want to wear after months and months of matching sweatsuits? Will we ever stop wearing ugly shoes? Will I ever need a blazer again? Or a dress? I'm starting to dress like a bro and I can't stop. I mean my last blog post was about socks. Send help.

But back to what's ahead. 

As I watched Biden introduce his cabinet, I felt an unusual sense of calm. Like, yea. We're in a crazy pandemic, but things may just be ok soon. Because we are going to have some normal people around. That look normal. And talk good. And care about public service.There's relief in that, and I know I'm not alone.

And when this plague is over, will we all take to the streets and rejoice? Will disco make a comeback along with silky, lame silhouettes and high heeled sandals? Will I embrace my inner Bianca Jagger, or will I continue to dress like Rocky? Or perhaps I'll combine the two. My navy separates from the Uniqlo  men's department with a high heeled sandal? It's not clear.

But my money is on makeup, glamour, and fa-shun, honey.

Because next year at this time, there will be another Thanksgiving. And I'm hoping we are all going to celebrate with our families and loved ones the way it's meant to be. And there will be parties for Christmas, and yes, there will be sparkly moments to celebrate. And there will be a President in the White House who loves dogs. And people. And I'm guessing- the holidays. Today I warmed my spirit with some classic house music. While I was home alone with the dog looking on. I need fun in a BIG WAY. I'm not ok without fun. Who is really? Fetch me a dopamine release. Or is that what online shopping is now?

On that note,  as the sales permeated by feed, I purchased pajamas. Three pairs of pajamas. That's how I roll right now. I don't have my eye on a shoe or a handbag or even a dress. I only wish to buy pajamas. What does that say about these strange days? Also, we got a Nespresso machine. I'm not sure about it. Why is it so whipped? Is that normal? It vexes me and I'm not sure why.

I guess we all just have to make the best of it. Thank God for "The Crown." Thank the Lord for strong coffee and mid-afternoon music breaks and cauliflower rice. Weird I know, but I literally make it with everything. I'm thankful for my bubble of sorts. I'm also grateful for Trump leaving office. It's time. GTFO. I'm also thankful that we left our old apartment to live in this sweet building. What a blessing. And obviously, for my health and the health of my loved ones. Oh and lest you think I'm ridiculous to complain, I know how lucky I am. But I'm Jewish and complaining is my birthright. And if there was ever a time to kvetch...

Because coming to a terms with a rather strange holiday season has me feeling blue. I'm missing all of you and missing my upcoming traditions- no Sandra Bernhard at the holidays, followed by our annual dinner at Indochine. No dinners to celebrate friendships. Some window shopping, most likely but not a ton of bopping about in stores. Besides, I'm shopping small and you should too. It's the right thing to do, and we both know it. SUPPORT SMALL BUSINESS. FULL STOP. Ooh and on that note- another trend I predict for 2021. The little engines that could are going to win. Think people taking care of their communities, digging into their neighborhoods, and supporting mom and pop shops in an effort to heal. A sort of new hyperlocalism/bubble culture while we all continue to feel a bit shy about traveling?

Last year, at this time, I was sitting in my new apartment, surrounded by boxes,  packing for a trip to Jamaica. What a difference a year makes. These days, it's hard enough to just focus on what's immediately in front of you. But I believe we all need something to look forward to and dream, dream, dream. 

But for now, I'll enjoy a few days off. And fantasize about wearing something silky with a bold lip and hitting the town and eventually getting on a plane and traveling again. Hoping your weekend is all about being very present and grateful but also allowing a little room to dream, darlings. We must.

Cause that's what's up this Thanksgiving Thursday in the lovely borough of BK. Yours, in tryptophan and trying to stay positive. Eat the dessert tonight, ps. Live a little. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1615906 2020-11-12T16:18:43Z 2020-11-12T16:18:43Z Maven recommends: Get grounded with a good pair of socks

Good morning, Thursday. Three cups of coffee in and yet, still tired. As a girl naturally prone to darkness, this gloomy weather is intoxicating but also slightly debilitating. I romanticize gloomy days, but I suppose I could use some sunshine. That or more Drake. I'm all about Drake today.

Weather aside, it's almost the holidays. Yea, I know.

I'm thinking gifting may be something we all want to do this year or for many, the economics of gifting may not be in the cards this year. And then there's those of us who are feeling the need for a bit of a self-gift lift. For the self-gifted types or for those looking for gifts for sisters or anyone else, I'm obsessed with these socks. 

Socks and I have a complicated past. I've always fancied a bare foot. It must go with that sunshine vibe I love so much- I like my feet to be uncovered as most socks feel sweaty and gross. But since the quarantino I'm loving all of my slippers (hello Baboosha babies j'adore) and now am also loving on socks. Keeping my feet warm in between Teams calls keeps me grounded. Or something like that.

So when I found these Pata Paca socks in my sock drawer, I fell back in love with them. I purchased them at M.Patmos last year (lovely local brand and shop in the BK) and remembered how great they are. They're Peruvian alpaca and are somehow incredibly warm and comforting but not itchy or hot in any way. I'm currently rocking a red pair (red socks rule) and this season the shibori ones are calling my name. At 30-45 bucks a pop, they're not cheap but man they are cozy as cozy gets.

They're almost like slippers and they take your Birkenstock game to the next level, so get a pair.  I also love the marled/melange vibe of this pair.

You can purchase them on M.Patmos site here. They make a great gift for you or anyone else in need of steady footing. Cause that's what's up this it's almost the holidays kind of Thursday in the 718. Yours, in good tidings and playing footsie. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1611075 2020-11-10T14:14:15Z 2020-11-10T15:05:14Z Tangled up in (navy) blue
Good morning, Tuesday. I have lots to say about the election and I promise I will, but I'm a bit busy of late so here's a post about, yup, you guessed it, fashion.

To me, this election gave us a chance to exhale. Lord knows we needed it. It's been dark dark dark of late and Lord knows I have enough black clothing to channel the infinite sadness.  And though I will wear black until the end of time, lately I've been cozying up to a new love- navy.  Even before we went blue (President wise anyway), I was moving more towards navy than ever before. Pantone's color of the year is classic blue, and though I'm loving blue in every hue, for my personal preferences I'm all about navy. There's something very sophisticated about it, and it's a bit softer on the face than black. Plus I like the way it looks on redheads, but looks good on pretty much everyone.
Navy can feel preppy, it's true. But it's also very Japanese in feel and super modern, and yes, I love to mix it with black. But lately I'm all about something like this sweater set from Something Navy that could be a bit blah in black but feels a bit more put together and French in navy. I'd love to wear it with a metallic shoe.
I also love the very Milanese feel of new aspirational crush brand, Marfa Stance. Their quilted coats are just so chic. And I love this one in navy, it's so fabulous.
And of course, a navy jumpsuit makes my list. This classic from Alex Mill get a great moleskin update, and this sweater jumpsuit that's perfect for cozy times indoors.

I also love this navy sweatsuit moment, and don't forget about a great navy bra, I love love love this one from Cuup.
This navy turtleneck from Uniqlo is comfy as could be and looks great with jeans and whatever else. And this gorgeous coat from Emerson Fry is so so beautiful in person. It's timeless and gorgeous.
And of course, a good navy blazer stands the test of time. If you're not into a splurge, this oversized one from the Gap should fit the bill (I love how they styled it with cream). And this one at Shopbop shows how you can make it a bit more rawk and roll.  I of course would keep it from looking like lunch at the Yale Club by wearing it with leather pants and lots of gold necklaces. 

To me, navy feels very modern and makes me want to burn some Japanese incense surrounded by beautiful plants and shibori throws but that's my trip. Rethink your next basic black purchase and switch out for some navy. Also goes beautifully with a bold red lip. 

And as we all continue to work from home and hang out albeit with a bit of a spring in many of our steps, lighten up a little or at least go navy vs. BLACK. It will feel good, I promise. Cause that's what's up this looks like we made it kind of Tuesday in the 718. Yours, in red, white, and navy blue. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1609085 2020-10-27T13:51:33Z 2020-10-27T13:51:33Z Maven Pick: Bobbi Brown's new venture, Jones Road

Good morning, Tuesday. It's a gloomy one in the ghost town.

So just to put on your radar because it's on mine- Bobbi Brown, who has not been part of her namesake line for several years, is getting back in the beauty game with the launch of Jones Road. According to the site:

"Jones Road was founded by makeup artist Bobbi Brown on the philosophy that the world doesn’t need more beauty products. It needs better beauty products. Clean, strategic, high-grade formulations that work on every skin type and tone—and that are as simple to use as they are to master. Jones Road is a lifetime of beauty knowledge, distilled". 

I love her aesthetic and minimal approach and I just ordered a few products to try (I'll review them for you next week) but thought if you were interested in spicing up your next Zoom call, you might want to perk up with these products. Plus, clean beauty is becoming the norm and all of her products are formulated sans phthalates, sulfates, petrolatum, PEGs, cyclic silicones, EDTA, or BPA. 

I ordered the balm in rose (balms are big in the makeup and skincare world these days) as well as two glosses, the boysenberry and the nude. I've given up on bright lips for me at this stage in the game- just not the look I'm after of late but do like a deeper vibe as long as I can blot it and make it look barely there. I love the models she used too- beautiful and natural and very right now.

I'm curious about the mascara,  but didn't order that because I still have a few I need to get through before I get a new one. Point is- I'm seeing a big trend and push towards a more minimal approach to beauty, and life in general, really. I know many of you out there have given up on makeup for the moment but not this maven. I enjoy the ritual of it too much and I find it gives me a little energy to go about my day. Needless to say, I'm not piling it on, it's all rather spare but still totally there.

Let me know what you think and if you decide to purchase a few things and I'll do the same. Cause that's what up this made up Tuesday in the 718. Yours, in saying little prayers for you, with product love too. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1604375 2020-10-14T13:39:25Z 2020-10-14T13:39:26Z Maven recommends: 6 robes you'll want to live/work in right now

Good morning, Wednesday. The sun is finally out and I'm out of my two day gloomy weather funk. I'm a girl who needs sunshine, this much I know. Cold temps are fine as long as there's sun.

So we're all working from home and most likely hunkering down for round two of a virus that just won't quit us. It looks like we're going to have an infinite snow day moment this winter, and many of us won't leave the house except for the essentials. I'm not psyched about any of this ps, but this is what life looks like of late and there's no point in fighting it.

So with that, I give you one of my favorite work from home attire when you have a Zoom free day- the robe. Robes always make me think of Marilyn Monroe

There is nothing quite as luxurious and comfortable as padding around one's home in a robe. It's a lovely piece when you get out of the shower, but I also love wearing it with a rock tee and my beloved Splendid leggings when I'm feeling like being undone and effortless.

Here are a few of my favs:

I'm pretty obsessed with my new cloud cotton robe from Parachute.  I got it in this gorgeous mulberry color and it's the perfect robe for those of us who don't like big fluffy numbers. I find them suffocating and far too hot and don't enjoy them for the most part. This robe is super light but warm at the same time. And it looks cool. Love.

My all time favorite robe is the Shangri La from Natori. It's a modal blend and is ridiculously soft and delicious. I love the length and it's the absolute perfect robe for hanging at home.  I have bought one every few years since I'm about 30 and I literally live in it. In black of course.

If you're looking for something a little sexy, this robe from Free People is fuego. I love the velvet panther print and the sheer vibe. Good stuff. Meow.
This silk charmeuse number from sleepwear favorite Sleepy Jones is pure fun and though they don't have a ton of sizes left, it's on sale on their site. I am a fan of polka dots as they are great for pick me up moments. Great over all black for a bit of zing.

And I adore this classic silk robe from Lunya. First, it's totally washable. Second, it comes in green. I love green as you know and this sweet number is going on my wish list for the holidays. So beautiful, and incidentally, perfect for the holidays at home in this festive green hue.
And here's a major league splurge alert- this smoking robe from Fleur Du Mal is so darn perfect. All silk with that piping. I'm obsessed. Super timeless and elegant and chic. It's like a YSL Le Smoking in robe form.

So if you're craving a bit of a wrap-up go for a robe. I know I've written on pjs of late but that's where I'm at. Cause that's what's up this comfy/cozy Wednesday in the 718. Yours, in cocooning. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1602134 2020-10-08T18:27:45Z 2020-10-08T18:37:21Z Maven pick: 90s and early 2000s fashion on the fast track

Good afternoon, Thursday.  Late breaking and hot off my feed- the almighty Zara is releasing an archive collection this Throwback Thursday from the 90s and early aughts and it's a blessing for fashion nerds everywhere. I'm seeing a trend across the fashion universe of archive collections being rereleased- I guess we're all craving a bit of a yesteryear moment? Buy it all here. Those leather pants...omg.

In any event, I want every single piece. Here are some photos from the original campaign, and link to buy here. I die. My love for 90s style will never leave me. I can't quit it, and Zara knows this. Smart cookies.

Cause that's what's up this TBT fashion moment in the 718. Yours, in hit it and quit it and happy shopping. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1601603 2020-10-07T13:09:25Z 2020-10-07T13:59:34Z RIP Eddie Van Halen, Gen X icon and huge part of my youth

Good morning, Wednesday as the world burns.  The weirdness permeates the deepest depths of my mind. I can’t process any of it. And then Eddie Van Halen died.

 For some of you, this will be a mere blip. For others such as myself, this is a huge and very odd loss. If you were ever a fan of Van Halen (and I don’t truly trust you if you weren’t) this one hurts. My fellow Gen X brothers and sisters were raised on a steady diet of Doritos and Van Halen.  And though my first truly dirty thought about a man was about David Lee Roth and his magically thick thighs, Eddie was the best. Boyishly cute and beyond talented.

 A virtuoso. Always with an adorable smirk. A California kid that was a rock star but somehow all American in the best of ways. His guitar playing was next level epic. And though I was more of a new wave chick and then an out and out Deadhead, I fucking loved Van Halen. Because they rocked. So. Hard. Pre-Sammy Hagar, people.  Pre-Hagar. An obvious caveat.

 I said above this is an odd loss because Eddie Van Halen was a dude you thought would live forever.  He had transcendent appeal and for those of a certain age, he is a legend. I have so many memories associated with the music of Van Halen. My ninth-grade teen tour recreated the song “Panama” in honor of the name of our bus and sang it to the same tune. Not surprisingly, “Ninth Grade B” was not a tremendous hit, but we loved it just the same.

 I also remember loving all the incredible videos for songs like “Jump” and “California Girls” and who could forget “Hot for Teacher”? My crush on Diamond Dave was real, and I always loved Eddie’s party vibe. Don’t even get me started on anything from Diver Down, which includes my favorite cover of all time, “Dancin’ in the Street”. It’s so good. That wavy/weird guitar intro is one of my favs. Van Halen is irresistible for those of us who love a steady diet of classic rock.

 Eddie was also married to Valerie Bertinelli for a time, and though you may know her from weight loss commercials, she was very much America’s sweetheart for a time. And they named their kid Wolfgang. Wolfgang Van Halen. Epic.

In any event, you all know I’m in my feelings these days and this didn’t help. Jamie’s cryin’ and I’m cryin’ and RIP Eddie Van Halen. A part of my childhood is gone. Cause that's what's up this running with the devil kind of Wednesday in the 718. For the unindoctrinated, check out this list of Eddie's greatest hits. Yours, in rock and roll forever. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1597375 2020-09-25T14:31:18Z 2020-09-25T14:32:40Z Some somber chic to suit my mood.

Good morning, Friday. I'm still feeling a little funky today but looking so forward to the weekend. Safe and healthy fast for those observing Yom Kippur. For those non-tribe types, Yom Kippur is the most solemn holiday of the entire Jewish calendar. It is a time to forgive, forget, apologize, and reflect, and of course, fast. It's a fairly somber situation, so feels particularly suited to this very strange year.

And speaking of somber, mass retail is feeling a bit maudlin these days as well, and not just because retail needs to be completely reconfigured to meet the needs of the pandemic era. A Facebook friend of mine jokingly posted a pic of some dresses at H&M and asked if we were going back to the 1800s and who would want to wear such funeral-like attire? Um, hi. Have you met me? 

I am loving the gothic, sister-wife vibes of fashion the past few years. I'm aware this look is not for everyone, but brands like Batsheva, Simone Rocha, Cecilia Bahnsen, and the Vampires Wife (and many others) have shown us a world where giant puffed sleeves and modesty have the makings for a great dress. I for one find modesty very sexy, even if I'm well aware that sexiness is very far from the point. I'm also a woman who wears a ton of black and always have. I'm not particularly goth but do dabble a bit in the dark arts from time to time. Who doesn't love a good Gene Loves Jezebel moment? (Stay with me non Gen X types- you may not know from 80s new wave goth vibes but you can still get involved).

With that in mind, here's a few dresses from H&M I'm loving right now. They bring to mind a Sarah Moon photograph, shown at the top of this post and here. I just love the dark vibe (and amazing price) of these frocks. And who's wearing poppy colors right now anyway? Doesn't quite feel right but maybe that's just me.

This all-over lace dress with ruffles is really great in person and a steal at under 50 bucks. 

This lace trimmed dress is a slam dunk and it's under 20 dollars. It's made from recycled polyester and presents as taffeta. I was shocked how great it looks on and how inexpensive it is. I'll wear it with my snakeskin knee high boots or even with a pair of Gazelles. It's so good. Truly.

This a-line girl is so lovely and love the mini length and silhouette.  Great with tights and over the knee suede boots. Oh and it's just shy of 50 dollars so there you have it.

I have seen this trend for a few years now and find it fascinating- maybe we want to dress in clothes that suit the times- maybe just maybe 2021 will have us all craving something altogether brighter and sunnier. But for now, keeping it goth feels right. Cause that's what's up this freaky Friday in the 718. Yours, in going dark and black celebrations. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1597150 2020-09-24T12:54:08Z 2020-09-24T20:47:27Z Let's get real.

Good morning, Thursday. I've been waking up so early lately to greet the day and just get going. Either that, or I'm just too worried all the time to sleep.

Here's the thing- I've become a later in life optimist for the most part. I certainly wasn't raised that way and it's not particularly present in my DNA. But I've been through a lot and come through a lot and I made the decision to try and live in the light as much as I possibly could. But times like these challenge even the most sunny amongst us, so what to do what to do?

The news is all so distressing and horrible and absolutely relentless with negativity and darkness. I just found out one of my favorite neighborhood haunts is shuttering for good and it triggered me deeply.  It's absolutely true that often you don't know what you've got till it's gone. And I'm going to miss this special little bar called Robert that spun Brit Pop on Thursdays and had that special sauce that made it the perfect neighborhood bar that could easily be at home in any city around the world. I loved it there and will miss it terribly. Argh. 

And though Fall is my favorite time of year, I find myself feeling some dread about winter. I'm not ready. For early darkness and freezing cold. I realize my complaint about a bar closing and weather could be seen as entitled- after all, I'm working thank goodness and I have my health and people and a pet I love and all the things. But the thing about the bar is not as much about me, but about the fact that the person who owns it was not expecting any of this and deserves far better, and the idea that a community gathering spot has vanished is totally sad.

I'm not trying to bring anybody down here- we are all feeling it together and going through it together and it's not just the fact we have such a polarizing president, it's the fact that he is beyond toxic and a complete danger to our democracy (duh). Can you even think of a more important election than this one? Staged during a global pandemic and with implications for women and everyone else for the rest of our time on this planet? It's a wonder any of us are sleeping at all. Not to mention just about everything else coming across my news feed from COVID spikes to Breonna Taylor to oh, just about every damn thing. Just last night, a report of a dumpster fire in Park Slope came up on my Citizen app, and man- could there be a more apt malcontent moment to sum up 2020?

Yesterday I posted on Facebook that I could use a bit of good news. Any good news. I got the best responses. From reports on good doggie behavior to a friend from high school getting a job after being unemployed for a while to cherishing a sunset, it lifted my spirits slightly, and I sensed that sharing good news felt great for them too. What struck me about the news people shared were their simplicity- and how grateful all of us are for any victorious moments we are feeling right now. It truly is all about the little things sometimes. And it's beautiful to find those things that bring joy amidst so much discord.

As for me, I'm coping by overexercising and generally working my butt off. I find myself appreciating evenings more than ever and try to set some boundaries around working after 6ish. I'm currently loving two very different shows about islands- the new Jude Law thriller/scary as f show on HBO called "The Third Day" and the deliciously vapid American version of "Love Island".  Never has winding down felt more important. What else what else? I'm tremendously grateful for all that I've got going on- not a day goes by where I don't count the little things and blessings that are part of my everyday existence. But still, it's a hard time to be a human being, particularly a sensitive, empathic one. I do pray that some balance prevails after all of this manic energy. This too shall pass? Here's hoping.

My next post will most likely be about fashion or some such. I write those not because I'm a superficial woman but because fashion and style and personal expression bring me joy. I hope that my writing sparks a chord with you and brings you joy too. I feel lucky to write and share and so glad so many of you reach out to tell me you appreciate it. Cause that's what's up this trying to see the bright side kind of Thursday in the 718. Yours, in keeping it real. XO


Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1594920 2020-09-17T12:13:21Z 2020-09-17T12:13:21Z Maven recommends: Homebody style to lift the spirits.

Lately I've been thinking about how to be a better homebody. Not for myself, mind you. I'm great at it. Almost too good. But for many, the whole cocooning/nesting thing is anything but cozy, so I'm here to give you a bit of an assist, particularly in the wardrobe and product departments. 

Although the world is on fire and everything feels politicized, weaponized, and destabilized, I am finding great comfort in my Cancerian tendencies and am grateful for spending time at home (Crabs love to be at home, so they can be sensitive in their own shells). On that accord, here's a few of my favorite things for going big and staying home. Consider them homebody heroes, and because some of them are spendy, think aspiration/inspiration:

A beautiful body oil. I adore a good body oil straight out of the shower.  Nurturing, nourishing, and feels so nice. I'm super chuffed to try this one by Maison Louis Marie in my favorite scent of Number 4 Bois de Balincourt, which is a less expensive take on Santal by Le Labo. Warm and yummy.

A can do jumpsuit. By now you all know I live for a one piece wonder. This Alex Mill jumpsuit is so so cute and love that it's in chilly weather corduroy. So good. I love it in navy.
An oversized luxe cardigan. Now this piece from Naked Cashmere s aspirational but tell me you wouldn't live in this if you could? I adore a sweater that feels more him than her and this one is just perfect with ripped jeans, leather leggings, or whatever you have going on at your casa.
A layering piece. On the other end of the fiscal spectrum, how's about a 9 dollar turtleneck? I adore this one from H&M- tissue soft and great on its own with some joggers or layered with whatever you want.  The leopard print is a no brainer but so are all the other colors/patterns. Put it under a slip dress an pad around the house. Go ahead. I'm not mad at you.

A lovely slipper. I am obsessed with my alpaca Baboosha slippers (those are my feet at the top of this post)created by an old ad world colleague of mine and have written about them before, but here we are again. They're getting better with age and I literally live in them as I shuttle between my living room and bedroom for conference calls.

An easygoing jean. I dream of Jeannie, not the one with the ponytail. The one that's denim and has an oversized fit and goes with everything. That one. I love these from Imogene and Willie out of Nashville so much- pricey but perfect. 

Self-care skincare. You all know I love skincare and my latest favorite thing is an essence. An essence is applied after cleansing and toning and sets your skin up for serums and moisturizers for maximum penetration and a bit of an efficacy boost. I'm currently digging this one from Kiehl's, but also dig this Eve Lom take for a radiance moment.  It may seem like more work, but adding it to your routine has an almost meditative quality and sets up your skincare intentions for success. A little goes a very long way ps so you'll have one bottle for a long while.
Oversized pjs. I know, these are expensive but they are a wow. Silky giant pjs. I want 'em bad.  The sleepy version of David Byrne's suit in "Stop Making Sense". Love. Naturally I love them in black so what else is new?
A sketchbook. Having a sketchbook nearby is good stuff. I love this one because I draw with markers and love the binding for easy pag turning. Heavy duty for all that scribbly goodness. Good for the mind and body and soul.
A new candle. A new season calls for a new candle. I die for this one that is packed with crystals to keep everything calm at home and "ward off evil spirits".  Who doesn't need this? We all do. Fragrance is fab too- Bergamot, Eucalyptus, Lavender, Musk, Patchouli, and Tonka Bean. Good vibes only.

That'll do for now. I hope you are all appreciating your stay at home vibe and keeping your sanity and faith. Strange days are these. Cause that's what's up this homeward bound kind of Thursday in beautiful Brooklyn. Yours, in big Cancerian energy. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1593155 2020-09-11T13:26:09Z 2020-09-11T13:27:03Z Oh, New York.

Good morning, Friday. Today is that day most New Yorkers and Americans everywhere dread. 19 years. Very hard to believe. I will never, ever forget that day and the gorgeous sunny Fall morning that accompanied it. It's particularly poignant this year as New York is facing yet again a crisis in terms of a sense of uncertainty and mourning lives and livelihoods lost during the pandemic. One thing's for sure, if you're counting New York out, you better get a calculator. We are nowhere near done. Know that.

Last weekend I did a ton of stuff in the city from walking over the Brooklyn Bridge (as a commitment phobe not my favorite) to visiting the newly reopened Whitney and the always magical Met. I dined outside both days and had a sensational lunch uptown with my dear pal Irma that felt like we were enjoying a meal in Paris. I strolled my beloved city for miles and fell back in love all over again. There are endless reasons to love New York City, and despite what our President (who made most of his money here) says about the scary democrat cities, we are resilient, strong, and awaiting what's next with all of our street smarts, grit, and creativity. 

If you read my blog on the regular, you know how I feel about this beautiful city that has given me everything and more. I'm not mad at the people who left, they needed to do what they needed to do. I had moments of wanting to go but only for a few days or a week- there is just something about this city in crisis that makes me want to dig in even harder. I do love a challenge. I can't help it, it's in my nature.

Before New York, I was a young woman out of sorts. My love for fashion and all things cool and forward was not a great fit for me in Philadelphia. I had trouble connecting to people and my last year there was one of the worst of my life. I was at a deadbeat job, crushing on a guy who was emotionally unavailable and far too preppy, and eating microwave baked potatoes for lunch. I was far too full of life to be on that path. So I answered an ad and got a gig in Manhattan. 

I will never, ever forget that feeling of moving here and being here and immediately feeling life begin and unfurl in all its glory. Even though I was working a few jobs and sleeping on a futon in a shared one bedroom, I felt I had made it. And I did. Because all I ever wanted from a very young age was to live in New York City. I've accomplished so much here, and I will for sure know when I'm done with it, though I may never be. It's simply part of my DNA to live here and laugh here and love here. And I take it very seriously.

Today I will take a few moments of solitude and reflect on that horrible day 19 years ago. The city came back then and it will also renew itself now. It's going to take more than a pandemic to have me fleeing for the burbs. I love my city and my beloved borough and that, my friends, is that. Looking forward to.a beautiful weekend in the best city in the whole wide world. Cause that's what's up this salute to the city kind of Friday in old New York. Yours, in never forgetting, because this ain't no ordinary love. XO

Sheri Rosenberg