tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:/posts the world according to sherimaven 2019-12-11T13:50:18Z Sheri Rosenberg tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1487782 2019-12-11T13:48:05Z 2019-12-11T13:50:18Z 5 gifts for New York women

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

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

Here goes:

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

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

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

Ok one more- THESE GLOVES. Ooh.

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






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

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

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

So here goes:

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

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

So here goes:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And now, the games really begin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But I can't play this dumb game anymore.

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Here's a few I love:

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

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

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

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

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

 ANN DEMEULEMEESTER CHUNKY BOOT

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

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


MAVEN UPDATE: THESE DOC MARTENS. LOVE.






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

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

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

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

I just don't get:

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

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

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

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

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

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




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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1465994 2019-10-14T15:28:53Z 2019-10-15T14:36:13Z Is there life beyond New York?

Good morning, Monday. Had a lovely weekend in Denver visiting my niece and seeing some dear friends from Boulder. I'm surprised by how much I connected to the city- had been there before and never felt a "there" there but it's Fall and it's a lovely time to be in the mountains and I found the city overwhelmingly cozy, progressive, and charming.  As I walked around and wandered through different parts of town,  I started thinking what I inevitably think whenever I visit a place- could I live here?

I can't be the only one who does this. And as a New Yorker, you're well aware there's life outside your concrete solar system. But as a New Yorker, I suffer from what many of my fellow city dwellers face- and I'll call that FOLE. For the unfamiliar, that's Fear of Living Elsewhere. And it's real. For some reason, leaving New York seems daunting beyond belief.

I admit the thought of leaving New York is a scary one. But lately I've been getting that weird feeling- where my feet are dragging and I feel more depleted than energized by this amazing city. It happens every five years or so. I find myself annoyed by everything and everyone. Every siren, every crazy person running around in a plastic fireman's hat and screaming at people, and every everything about living here. I used to feel like leaving New York would be a stinging and resolute mark of my failure to succeed. But now? Hmm.

Because when you go to a city like Denver, where people seem genuinely stoked to be alive, you can't help but think about how different life could be. And that's the scariest part I suppose. Because it's the rule of weekends. Meaning- anyone or anything is wonderful for a weekend. You can fall in love just like THAT, but staying in love is the challenge. And that's the truth. Because even though I love all of those awesome midcentury houses in Denver, that dry air made my nose hurt. And those mountains are magnificent, but no ocean? Oh, and the very noticeable lack of diversity. Not to mention all that fleece. 

As I got off the plane and sat in choking traffic on the LIE, I felt tired. It's hard staying in love with New York sometimes. It's work. And I never, ever wanted to live anywhere else and I still don't.  But as I'm getting older and my priorities are shifting somewhat, I can't help but think about a weekend lover like Denver on a Monday morning. Could I be in it for the long haul? Or do I really only have one true love when it comes to where I live? It's funny- living somewhere else feels like cheating. That's how I felt the whole time in Miami. And it never felt right. Add that to the morbid fear I have around leaving New York, which somehow has become less of a place to live and more of an all consuming identity. 

It'll be interesting to see where the next few years take me- it's said that every 7 years your cells regenerate. I'm in one of those cycles now and it does feel like change is in the air, I'm just not entirely sure how it manifests. For now, I'll stay true to my number one city. But damn if it wasn't tough to get out of bed today and face another day of midtown meshugas. 

PS here's a few things I dug about Denver, even though I was there for such a short amount of time. Check 'em out:

This whole Dairy Block area in downtown Denver was super cool.  Loved the vibe and all the great food options- plus stores at experimental retail collective Free Market  like Jenni Kayne and Clare Vivier to round out the experience. I think the tech influx in Denver has made it much more fashion forward. That's a big shift from the last time I was there.

I love LOVE this consignment store, Common Threads. I found it in the Wash Park area (such a cute neighborhood). They've got super high end, designer things for fairly good prices. I guess those aforementioned tech types wear things once and then consign. Win win for the rest of us. I scored a fabulous pair of suede sandals to wear with my new collection of sparkly socks- and bonus- they were never worn.

The Hilltop neighborhood is full of incredible midcentury homes mixed in with mega mansions- art director's dream places everywhere. Very expensive but amazingly cool homes. Stunning truly.

The whole South Broadway area is a fun, grungy way to spend a day. I love all the record stores and all the vintage shopping. It's Denver's answer to the East Village of yesteryear.  Dug the vibe at Mutiny Information Cafe- a bit of a mixed bag of record shop, hangout, pinball arcade. It spoke deeply to my Gen X soul for its pop culture realness. 

Had an excellent meal at local haunt, Spuntino. The service was on point (though the cocktail service was slowwww), and the food was fresh, delicious, and of the highest quality. Lovely local spot- emphasis on Italian cuisine with experimental apps like Elk tartare (delicious). 

And it goes without saying that the cannabis industry is making things pretty interesting. I'm not opposed as you know (at all) and find the whole thing really, really cool. Different frequencies are good. Particularly in these times when you struggle to feel dialed in. And in a mountain setting where you can be outside? Not a bad hang. Not bad at all. Plus, it's so very entrepreneurial and new. It feels fresh and vital and exciting, truly.

So yea, I'm still here and not going anywhere right this very second. But I need to take more weekend lovers and find out if anything could stick- perhaps there's life beyond New York. Jeez. I get anxiety just saying that. 

Cause that's what's up this exploratory Monday back in the city. Yours, in rocky mountain highs and quick love affairs. XO





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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1464014 2019-10-08T13:52:17Z 2019-10-08T13:52:17Z New York in the 90s and a don't miss documentary

Good morning, Tuesday. Quel gloomy in New York and appears to be that way for the next several days so meh. But if you're a fan of gloomy gorgeousness, you have to see the provocative and beautiful documentary "See Know Evil" about Davide Sorrenti, who tragically died young and was a prolific artist and photographer in his short and rather infamous life.

So a bit of history for those of you not indoctrinated in the vibes of 90s New York City- it was a very special time, I moved to New York in 1993 and felt the buzz of art, fashion, hip hop, street culture. It was vital and exciting and a little bit fucked up and dark. There was so much happening downtown you almost couldn't believe the creativity you were exposed to on a daily basis. It was like going into another world, the kind of world you always wanted to be in in as you came of age but couldn't access back home.  It was the 90s that came out of growing up studying Nan Goldin photos and early Details Magazine, a backlash to 80s excess, and a response to Kurt Cobain's call to entertain us. 

I fell hard for the art and fashion and music of the 90s. I loved Portishead, Brit Pop, Massive Attack, all of that phenomenal hip hop. And we know how great the fashion was- not necessarily the Raver lane but more the minimalist, sexy, unfortunately termed heroin chic trip. When you look at Davide's photography and watch an entire documentary about his life, you'll see how his work and time on Earth had that Roman candle quality that so many lives of artist have. They burn bright, and then fade away.

Looking at these photos gives me so much inspiration- the color, the patina, the quiet seductiveness. I love the styling too- there's a real elegance there I no longer see, and even though these kids were little street rats, they had so much style. I miss that level of
on point-atude. How can you not? I can remember very specifically how many beautiful people were in the city back then. My type of beautiful anyway. A little ragged, jagged, and raw. With that casual lank best accompanied by a Camel Light and a Heineken.

In any event, the 90s are back in a big way- fetishized by all the young people moving to a city that is no longer affordable (it wasn't then either but more so now) and lacking in that gritty grime of yesteryear. What I found so interesting about the documentary was his mom's explanation of the whole "heroin chic" moment and how Davide became a scapegoat for the whole movement. It's true he had a disease that most likely killed him, but he also was on heroin at the time, like so many of those mini Baudelairians running around Manhattan back then. If art is about documenting what's happening, I'm not sure you can blame a photographer for capturing it. As for the fashion industry, I'm not sure it's ever been their responsibility to not seize upon a moment in pop culture, but as we know since that whole backlash, the fashion business and particularly runways and magazines changed considerably. 

Regardless, these pictures are achingly beautiful. And they make me remember why I love photography  so much in the first place.  Crank up the Portishead and enjoy the rain. Have a 90s moment. Go ahead. I'm doing it too.

Cause that's what's up this trip hop of a Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in pretty pictures. XO



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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1462268 2019-10-03T18:54:17Z 2019-10-03T18:54:21Z Maven pick: The Frankie Shop for the best Fall Outerwear

Good day Thursday. Oh and hey Fall. It seems you have finally arrived. And not a moment too soon. The gals in this town were starting to feel a bit robbed of their Fall frockery. I for one am kind of done with sandals and short sleeves. Bring on the sweaters and the boots. I'm craving some coverage, et tu?

So I don't know what's going on with my new favorite store, but truly- it's good. Very, very good. I discovered Frankie, who has shops in both Paris and New York, on a jaunt downtown a while ago, but for some reason like their website even more than their in store experience. There are so many great things here- they are not super cheap but they are also not obscenely expensive. If you want to step away from fast fashion but aren't quite ready for Celine, this is a good place to go. Chic as all get out too.

And one of their best offers right now is a gorgeous selection of jackets. Fall dressing is not complete without an assortment of awesome outerwear. I love just about everything they have and though my heart sank when this waxed trench showed up as unavailable. Merde.

But these other pieces are so money.  Sophisticated, chic, effortless. Easygoing clothes for our favorite time of year. 

This shacket (shirt jacket don't think I'm shouting out Steve Bannon. Remember him? Oy) is quite the thing right now- seeing tons of this silhouette in leather and just about every other material. Fabulous over just about everything and wonderfully versatile and layer worthy.

This blazer though. I had to have it. I am a big fan of brown. Probably the best color on me out there. I know. The color of poo. But it looks good on me and that's the truth so I tend to grab brown looks when I see them. This jacket is so chic with black pants as shown and a peek of a white shirt. I love how they belted it too but I'd most likely wear it more rumpled and unstructured. Gorgeous. Blazers are having a real moment this Fall, particularly of the houndstooth and Glen plaid varietal but I love the simplicity of this wonderfully basic piece. I'll wear it the same way I'd wear a black tuxedo jacket. Incidentally see below.

Right?

Bu this look here may be my fav of all. What is not to love about how chill this look is? Slouchy, cool, tomboy. All the things I want and desire. Gimme. 

Have a cruise around this spectacular site. I'm sorry not sorry for sharing. Cause that's what's up this light layer of a Thursday in the 212. Yours, in Autumnal style and outerwear crushes. XO


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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1461593 2019-10-01T14:04:09Z 2019-10-01T14:29:40Z It's (almost) Leather Weather

Good morning, Tuesday.

It's starting to feel like Fall although tomorrow it's 90 and then back to 50 so who even knows what's going on. OK, I do. What's going on is a whole lotta leather for Fall (and judging from the Spring 2020 runways in Paris, the trend will continue into next year). Leather jumpsuits. Leather skirts. Leather dresses. Leather shirts. And if you don't wanna wear real leather, there's plenty of fabulous vegan options out there too. One thing's for sure- leather is having a bonafide moment this season. And let me tell you, I love it. I am such a fan- leather is sexy, rock and roll, completely cool at any time. Slinking around in leather pants might be one of my favorite cold weather past times but that's just me.  Oh and I'm gonna show you looks that are BLACK. Because that's what's up. There's nothing better. Look at a young Francoise Hardy above. Chic forever and ever.

Take this faux leather overshirt thing is fab from Zara. Wear it with jeans or thick black tights and high heeled boots and instant awesome ensues.

This leather midi skirt means business during the day, and can be vamped up for night. I love the button up front, and would wear this with everything from a slim ribbed sweater to a denim shirt to oh, I don't know- everything.


Oh and if you're feeling sassy, this faux leather jumpsuit may do the trick. I love this. I'd wear it EVERYWHERE. With sneakers, with heels, all of it. Everything. Love.

Black patent jeans? Ya. I love 'em. So exceptional with a black blazer and a tank. Very hot. Sure you best be fit to wear these, so if you can, do. I'll support you.

This faux leather slip dress is cute with a turtleneck underneath and some Gazelles. 

And if you're not yet convinced that leather is magical, I give you the McQueen show from Paris yesterday. I can't. I can. I want it all. How amazing are these pieces?

Loving on some leather this season and beyond. Classic rock and roll cool for all. Cause that's what's up this slithery Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in buttery goodness. XO






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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1459301 2019-09-25T14:30:51Z 2019-09-25T16:41:27Z Fashion: A love letter to rock and roll gypsies and tuxedo queens from Saint Laurent (et moi).

Good morning, Wednesday.

Remember that post I wrote at the end of NYFW about how fashion is changing and it's no longer about the clothes, at least on the New York runways? Well Paris proved me right, because I mentioned that the European shows are still very much about the clothes, and yesterday's Saint Laurent show stands out in my mind as a tribute to women who STILL LOVE CLOTHES.

I still love clothes. I most likely always will. And though I'm trying to be more of a discerning (aka less) shopper, when I see a runway show like this, I feel my pulse quicken. Because these are heart thumping, fashion is still alive gorgeous clothes.

These are clothes for women that understand a YSL Ballet Russes reference.  These are clothes for women that look at Stella Tennant in a sequined le smoking and say "oui". Out loud. in earshot of other and not caring at all.  Also, to stage a show at the foot of the Eiffel Tower and close it with Naomi. I can't. But yes. Yes I can.

These are clothes for women to aspire to- of all age- because they contain an ageless sex appeal. I'm not going to pretend these clothes are for women of all sizes, because they're not. But women of all sizes can channel the vibe of these pieces. Every woman can rock a tux or a beautiful printed peasant dress with boots. Or something metallic. Oui. And oui again. A resounding oui.

And though I've never been an Anthony Vaccarello fan, this collection is dynamite. His clothes were always a wee too tight and too short for my tastes, but he's giving Saint Laurent the love it needs, the homage it's earned, and the legacy it deserves. I'm obsessed. And every single piece of this collection will be knocked off in Zara, so look out for that. In fact, I got the gold boot that looks to be a very direct descendant of the ones on the runway yesterday. Go me. I would show them to you but they're now unavailable and don't want to achy break your heart.

I love fashion and I love to have fun with it. It's in my DNA and that's the truth and sure it's frivolous and not the most important thing on Earth, but it gives me so much joy. Have a look and tell me what you think. It's not earth shattering in terms of inventiveness, but darn if most women I know wouldn't love to own just about everything on this runway. It has everything a woman could want- pretty dresses, sparkly stuff, all black everything. All hail the rock and roll gypsy. All hail the androgyne. All hail Saint Laurent with the serious 70s vibes. I'm a believer, baby. All day.

PS the hair. The hair is so good. Just how I like it. Rock and roll chop chop. Oui.

Cause that's what's up this fashion forward Wednesday in the 212. Yours, in French kisses. XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1457185 2019-09-19T17:30:32Z 2019-09-22T14:59:27Z I feel like I'm 25 again

Good almost afternoon, Thursday. There's a chill in the air, and my jazz-filled taxi ride uptown today gave me a sweet moment of pause. I do so love the Fall. It's my favorite.

But yea, about that headline up there.

I feel like I'm 25 again, but not in the way you're thinking. Lately, there's been a lot of stress-provoking challenges around me- nothing life-threatening in any way, so don't worry. Just things that make you think about how you navigate change when you're faced with it, and how toxic situations can really do a number on you. 

When I was in my 20s, I'm not ashamed to say I suffered from a tremendous amount of anxiety. I was living in New York and working really hard but incredibly scattered. If you've ever suffered from anxiety, you know how it is- everything feels daunting and freaky, and your nerve endings are firing and frayed. I feel those feelings creeping up on me again, but as someone who is almost 25 x 2, I feel more equipped to handle them. How much of the anxiety is PMS/hormonal? Some. That absolutely gets worse as you get older, I'm not gonna lie. But right now there's some stuff I need to handle that feels toxic, like if you were handling toxic chemicals but didn't know how to touch them. I'm getting there, and though I know the feeling is situational, it still kind of sucks. 

For the past few months, I've been feeling absolutely fabulous. Truly. There's blips and blops when I lack the luster but for the most part, so good. And then a few weeks ago after I got robbed I started feeling not so fabulous. It wasn't about the stuff per se, it just caused a lot of primordial yuck in my life and made me really uncomfortable. As a proud Cancerian crab lady, my home is my sanity and my sanctuary. So that all felt awful and started overshadowing all the good stuff that was happening. And then just like that- I'm a 20something angsty woman trapped in an almost 50something grown-up body. Weird, right?

My point is- I've been so relieved in this thing called life to get to feel as healthy and happy and confident as I do, even though as a woman I'm told my value is declining as I age by society. There is no way you could pay me to go back to my 20s. Or even my 30s. I'm so damn happy to be where I am that when something fucks with that, I don't like it. At all. PS- I can hear some of my more stoic friends muttering under their breath as they're reading this saying "yea, but that's life." Yea. No kidding.

But anxiety is not a state I want to live in. I'm feeling a great need for some softness. The difference between anxiety then and anxiety now is I think I'm better situated to cope and also know what I need. And right now a little warm and fuzzy with all the sharp angles would be just ducky. Truly. 

This morning as I was dropping off Khan's breakfast because I screwed up the days I would be boarding him (another anxiety-producing moment), I saw an older man throwing up on the street, which, let's be honest, is pretty gross. But so many people walked by him, and not one asked him if he was ok. He was crouched down by the garbage on the street, and I locked eyes with him and asked him if he needed some help. He told me he would be fine and suffers from acid reflux, and he "never knows when it's going to happen like this." Poor guy. I felt for him. I usually would feel sick to my stomach watching someone puke in public, but something about the tough few weeks I had made me want to be compassionate to someone else. It made me feel better to ask. Because at that moment, even though I was stressed trying to get my dog his breakfast, this guy was in much worse shape than me.

Like my friend with the reflux, nobody knows what's coming. That's the fun of life and the scary part, too. It's essential to feel all the feels, though. This much I know. And I find that actually talking about this stuff with other people helps (imagine that). I really used to be a girl who liked to keep it all in. I didn't want people to see my vulnerabilities because I was so busy trying to be tough. Right now, I'm a little raw. And I'm good with that. I'm eternally grateful for moments that make me remember that everything is going to be ok. Like jazz-filled cab rides at 7 am up Sixth Avenue. Or early morning chats with a friend and coworker about whether Murphy beds are appropriate at this stage in the game (I don't think they are, or at least not for me). Or simple things like little Khan letting me spoon him when I can't sleep. 

I'll be honest- I'm a woman who fears change. It seems counter to who I am, but I genuinely do, and I've talked about it here many times. It's not so much the change itself, it's more the anxiety around the who, what, why, when, and how. That'll do me in if I let it. But for now, as I sit here sharing this with all of you, I'm feeling ok. I'm not gonna let that 25-year-old back into my head. I'm grown enough to know that everything is generally solvable. I just felt the need to connect with you all here as I've been busy working and haven't had a lot of time to write my own stuff of late. Look for a retool of this blog coming very soon- on a bit of a delay, but it's a change I'm actually excited about.

Cause that's what's up this I'm ok, you're ok kind of Thursday in the 212. Yours, in bigger, better, and onward. XO

 

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1456355 2019-09-17T16:58:11Z 2019-09-17T16:59:33Z Maven pic: A fresh take on a classic denim jacket

Good afternoon, Tuesday. Howzit? I've been busy of late and haven't been here much but had to share with you something I've had my eye on for a minute that just went on sale for 30 percent off so here's your very own Maven steal and deal for the day.

I'm always on the lookout for a great denim jacket. Though I love my classic dark denim Gap version I've had forever, I also love to freshen up with a new piece when the feeling and fiscally friendly moment strikes.

So I was thrilled to see this unusual offer from Levis, really the best denim purveyor of all time as we all know. I spotted it first on
Bird's site (a local store in Brooklyn whose looks are soooo good) and fell in love with it. And then just like that, I got an email from Levi's about 30 percent off site wide, and there you have it. A new denim jacket for under 100 bucks. I'm still searching for a vintage Helmut Lang, but that's not here nor there...

So this one has a belt you can wear if ya feel like, or the oversized trucker feel is perfect for layering with a chunky sweater underneath. I like the capelike silhouette and can picture it with skinny jet black jeans or trousers and a pointy high boot. One and done. Thank you. Next. Give it a whirl. Why the heck not?

But one thing I won't be buying from Levi's? A jean called "The Ribcage Jean". You decide if that's a good thing. I don't think it is. Not at all no. Ouch.

Cause that's what's up this supercute Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in denim daydreams and Fall fashion. XO




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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1455033 2019-09-13T19:05:27Z 2019-09-13T19:05:46Z Fashion Week is Dead. Long Live Fashion Week!

Good afternoon, Friday. TGIFFFFFFFFF.

So NYFW came and went and at the beginning of it, I remarked on Facebook that I felt the clothes were so stupid and ridiculous and to be honest, a ton of them were. But towards the end of the week, the usual suspects like Michael Kors and Ralph and Tom Ford came out with runways full of women that fit the brief of what I've known to be Fashion Week my whole fashion geek life- a long runway, models, a posh, aspirational crowd with Anna Wintour, celebrities, and big buyers like Linda Fargo from Bergdorf Goodman. And Marc Jacobs, who always ends Fashion Week, provided eye candy that delighted all of us who want to see him win. And win he did- with a dizzying array of kooky looks that celebrated individuality with his signature chic and cheek. Lovely.

Almost as genius as his show was this amazing review of it in the New York Times, written by Vanessa Friedman. Of course, she gushed over the Marc show, but she also showed me how the new version of Fashion Week should have us all rooting for fashion again. And if fashion is and always has been a barometer for the times, then it stands to reason it needs to evolve and change. And it has.

From the article:

"The gravitational forces of New York fashion are moving; its map is being rewritten and identity reinvented by a group of designers with a different sense of history and voices that demand to be heard. The conversation about race and power and gender is reshaping how we express ourselves and who understands that best".

So very true- the piece goes on to talk about how fashion is no longer about the ladies who lunch or "Wall Street wives" but an experiential, youth and creative-driven moment that speaks to fashion being more of a creative formula than just about the clothes.  It's about the shows that felt more like parties where young people could express themselves, however they identified or related or wanted to present to the world. And it's high time for it, truly. Because maybe it's less about fashion defining us, and more about the people defining fashion. Which is wonderful. 

And as Friedman states at the end of her piece:

"...what makes it American is not its roots in blue jean utility, but the fact it is free of the restrictions of heritage that make it so hard for European brands to change. It reflects the freedom of reinvention that the American promise was built on. It’s disruptive and messy and happy to color outside the lines. It’s not yet fully realized, but it is on its way".

So let the Europeans do their shows and let us gawk at the clothes and the models for their elegance (incidentally I too will gawk). Over here we're busy shaking some shit up. As a huge fan of style as a form of self-expression, I love this watershed moment in culture. Hooray for fashion. Hooray for New York. Hooray for young people demanding change. America is at it's best when we challenge the norm and reinvent culture. Let's keep going. Cause that's what's up this fashionable Friday in the 718, Yours, in changin' times and hemlines. XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1454498 2019-09-12T14:24:03Z 2019-09-12T14:25:06Z Maven Pick: The Only Vegan Leather Legging you need this Fall/Winter

Good morning Thursday this will be a quick hit as I'm a busy bee today.

I'm fairly certain I've shared my love for Emerson Fry, a fashion favorite brand of elevated basics made right here in NYC. I love their cool cred and classic/rock and roll vibe. I got an email from them this morning about the release of their vegan leather leggings for Fall, and I have to tell you- if you buy one thing this Fall, buy these. (You'll obviously need a top and shoes too, but you get my drift).

Their vegan leather leggings are a cold-weather go-to for this maven. I literally buy two or three pairs so I can wear them all season and switch them out.  I love to wear them with sweaters and blazers, and in place of tights under dresses for a cool look. I'm not sure if these are exactly like the pairs I have from last season, but I've been stocking up on these for the past few years since they've been making them and they are perfect and always a home run. They fit true to size and really have the feel of real leather. Link to buy here.

Go get yourself a pair, girlies. You won't be sorry. Fall is almost here, even if the NY weather says otherwise.

Cause that's what's up this quickie of a Thursday in the 212. Yours, in pleather report realness. XO



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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1453489 2019-09-09T15:36:52Z 2019-09-09T16:11:25Z A Classic New York Weekend

Aloha, Monday. I say aloha because I had an anxiety dream last night about losing a gig and not being able to get to Hawaii (no idea) and being very sad about it. So aloha again.

This weekend can only be described as quintessential New York City. 

Was I prancing through Central Park, enjoying a late Summer day with my dog? Was I shopping for stylish sweaters in Soho? Or was I boozy brunching somewhere fabulous in Brooklyn? Um no. Not really.

Because instead, I was robbed on Friday night. Yes, robbed. Outside of my apartment hangs a set of hooks where my raincoats (including a Burberry trench) resided, and my husband's beautifully broken in Belstaff. Plus my cycling shoes and a sweet, giant beach bag I picked up from Target. We were home, watching a movie, and when David went to take Khan for a walk around 10:30, he returned to find the hooks picked clean. They left my wellies and all the shoes in the basket but took a bunch of outerwear. An outerwear thief. Bizarre. When the cops came, it was like central casting. Two beat cops who asked me why I had such expensive coats hanging outside. One of them called my Burberry a Blueberry. The sergeant who showed up later was a poor man's Michael  Peña, who could not understand why I needed so many fancy raincoats. He had a point, I suppose. As they left, I awkwardly thanked them for their service.
  
I live in a brownstone with one apartment on each floor, and I have no idea how anyone could have gotten into my building which is entirely secure, but they did. It's completely nuts. And horrible.

And then as we attempted to heal, Sunday rolled around and it warm and lovely, so we decide to take K for a walk in our neighborhood. That's when, at around noon, we found a HUGE crow, or perhaps a raven. Just sitting on the sidewalk and not moving. He was standing like a stone next to a parked car which, of course, had to pull out. It was a mother and son, and the son kept throwing Terra chips at it. No dice. No chip could move this poor injured bird. He/she couldn't fly, and both of us couldn't leave a sick animal in that state. We called a million vets and then found a place on the Upper West Side that rescues birds and other winged types. And then we took matters into our own hands. Literally. 

David being the scrappy Kentuckyian that he is found a banana box with holes in it and shooed our bird friend (let's call him Amity since we saw him at the corner of Amity and Clinton) into the box and I ran and got an old towel to cover it up, as per the recommendation from the Audobon Society (thank you Google). We then got into our car, Khan on my lap, and put the box in the backseat. 

I can tell you I have been in many panic-inducing experiences in my life, but few have ever made me feel more heightened than a dying bird flailing around in the back of my car. Or maybe it was when he stopped moving halfway up the FDR that I started feeling like I was going to throw up. Did we kill the bird? Turns out we didn't. But that was a long 45 minutes to get uptown. Possibly the longest of my life. I'm scared of birds a bit, particularly giant black crows. Apparently, they are sacred animals in many cultures, so think we did a real mitzvah.

When we got to the rescue, which incidentally, was not some sort of sanctuary but a storefront on Columbus Avenue, I exhaled for the first time in several hours. I stayed outside with the dog as David took Amity inside. He told me the space was insane- full of chickens and turkeys walking around and an abundance of birds. Kind of my nightmare but thank goodness for these bird lovers. Truly. We'll get an Amity update tomorrow, ps. Stay tuned. Incidentally, I ran into a work friend just outside the bird spot, and she seemed nonplussed by it all. It's tough to shock a New Yorker. Even with a giant crow in a banana box in the back of your car. True story.

Needless to say, I slept in and skipped the gym this morning. I feel like I've been run over by a truck. Robberies and rescues require relaxation. I'll need to catch up on that next weekend. Let's hope for a little less excitement. And I pray it won't rain. Because I no longer have the proper attire.

Only in New York, kids. Only in New York. Cause that's what's up this keeping it together kind of Monday in the 212. Yours, on a wing and a scare. XO


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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1452039 2019-09-05T13:17:49Z 2019-09-09T03:05:42Z Don't ever say this to me.

Good morning, Thursday. It's been a minute since I've written here but I miss you and I miss it and I want to get back to our regularly scheduled program. I'm in the process of retooling this whole thing as you know, so stay tuned for that. 

So here's something. This past weekend I had a magnificent time at the beach with my sister. It was a glorious weekend and we laid in the sun, played Skee Ball, ate, drank, and generally had a lovely time. I've enjoyed my time at the Jersey Shore this Summer so much and I've been getting in a bit of a groove there when it comes to finding my favorite spots to eat, drink, and work out. 

One boutique gym, in particular, caught my eye as it had a class called "Power Barre" so I gave it a whirl earlier in the season. The class itself is taught by one of those women that could be 40 or could be 70. Her abs were bonkers good and she was a shouter. You know the type. I hate to be yelled at when I work out. Well, in general really. I don't respond well to yelling. Know that.

But the class itself was challenging and a little scary but I made it through, even though I vowed to never do it again because all of that Type A weirdness mingled with the uppity vibe of the other chicks in the class had me all meh. Also, the fact that for two days after that initial class, my right IT band was screaming in pain.

So here I was on Labor Day Weekend, conveniently forgetting the torture and signing up for another class with the treacherously taut one.

I thought the class was at 8:30, so I arrived at 8:20, only to find out it started at 8:15. As I quickly put down my things and took off my sandals, the male owner of the gym, looked me straight in the eye and said:

"Do the best you can".

Come again? Really? On what planet are you, sir, that you think it's ok to say that to me? Sure he may have been well-intentioned, but don't do that. Just don't.  Why was the assumption that a)I would do anything less than my best or b)I somehow wouldn't be able to hang with these Real Housewives of Margate, New Jersey? FUCK.

I couldn't help but wonder if he would have said this to a man- how many adult men have ever been told to do the best you can?. Or if the fact that I'm almost 50 that this comment bothered me more than it would have when I was 25. Needless to say, that set the tone for the class. Incidentally, I did really well for my 2nd time with this quite extreme workout, where the young girl next to me kept saying throughout "Oh God. Oh God". That's after the teacher told us a story of how two girls left her class because they were intimidated by the fact that "everyone in there looked like models". OMG. Who says such a thing?

But back to the initial source of my woe. 

Don't ever tell a woman to "do the best you can". Just don't. It's almost as bad as "calm down".  This is most important if you are a man. But in either instance, it's condescending and pretty shit. 

Because if I am at the beach and I am choosing to go to an early gym class vs. sleeping in or catching some rays, then clearly I am there to get it done. And I don't need anyone to backhand me into it. Or assume that I'm not going to make it through. I always do. And I always will.

And no, I won't calm down.

Cause that's what's up this keeping it real kind of Thursday in the 212. Yours, in giving it my all. XO




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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1449194 2019-08-27T14:17:44Z 2019-08-27T14:17:44Z MTV aka Meh Television: Thoughts on last night's party

Good morning, Tuesday. Looking forward to a long weekend coming up. I know it's only Tuesday but still.

So last night was the MTV Awards and man, it really was something. And not a good something. Here's the thing. MTV is mine. And belongs to my generation. I feel some proprietary love for MTV because I was raised on it. My generation is actually often called the MTV Generation, so when they do awards shows I still have to watch them. But what's clear to me now is that the network is irrelevant. Completely. Or I'm irrelevant. Completely.  Whatever of those two poisons is picked, it's true. I just can't believe how shite it all is now. 

As a lifelong music lover, the link between style and music has always been a revelation.  I'm aware that this is pop music and lacks any kind of cool kid cred, but for real? Why did everybody have to look so awful?

Why are all the women so hypersexualized? Being vulgar isn't sexy. Or at least it's not to me. Cardi is but one example but there were many others. Make it stop. Please.

And why did they hold it in New Jersey? No offense to Jersey, but Jersey? I think the Jo Bros got the brief, ps. They looked straight out of the Sopranos.

I just wonder what happened to real, sexy style cred in the music world. Almost all of my fashion inspo comes from rock and roll or punk or funk or soul or disco. What's changed? 

Thank goodness for MIssy Elliott ps. Yes, she can still work it. And flip it and reverse it. Amazing. At 48, she knows a thing or two about what makes a great awards show performance. Because she's one of us. Her performance was the most buzzed-about of the night- watch it here and learn, children, learn.

I don't know but I'm bummed and I no longer want my MTV.  So awful all around. But leave it to Missy to show us how great it used to be. Oh but kudos to Rick Ross for stepping out in a Gucci bathrobe. I'm not mad at it.

Cause that's what's up this post-awards show Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in video killed the radio star. XO




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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1447719 2019-08-23T13:28:39Z 2019-08-23T13:29:20Z I'll have what she's having: Julianne Moore KILLING IT

Good morning Friday and TGIF. 

I got my September In Style in the mail last night and all I have to say is that women of a certain age are having a bonafide moment. My fear is that this is a fad, but I'm hoping not. My girl Amber is all over the issue, but the star of the issue is absolutely Julianne Moore. A transcendent redhead and gorgeous woman. PS- she's 58. I asked Alexa. 

Her beauty is just astounding. And her in one of my favorite fashion looks of all time, that Tom Ford silk shirt and velvet pants. I can't.

I have no idea what she's done to her face, but whatever it is, I'll take it. Wow.

I love these pictures by Phil Poynter- such a great homage to fashion's best looks- particularly those of the 90s when I realized the potential of fashion upon first moving to this blessed city. And the issue takes a look back and lauds the more mature set like Jen Aniston and Jen Garner. I love this. Keep it up. Way up.

These pics, along with Amber's, have made their way to my internal mood board, and they're not coming down until I say so. Beauty all around. Let's hear it for a beautiful generation of women who refuse to be invisible. Lovely.

Cause that's what's up this fiftyish Friday in the 718. Yours, in magazine covers and ageless appeal. Oh, and redheads rule.  XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1447351 2019-08-22T12:56:30Z 2019-08-22T12:59:18Z From the pages of September Vogue: Everything I want to wear right here, right now

Good morning, Thursday. Hot as f and busy as f in NYC so I'll make this brief.

With the return of the 90s supermodel vibe in full swing (Amber, Helena, Kate, whoever else), I just have to say that despite my whirling dervish moment I'm having in the city with work, I have to take pause and celebrate Ms. Amber Valletta's story in the September issue of Vogue.

As women on the verge and wondering what (not) to wear, I give you these looks. Because they are perfect.

They are cool. Transcendent. Ageless. And overall- perfect. Just like Amber. What a beauty. It's crazy.

I love the fitted black dress with an oxford to keep it from veering too va va voom.

I love (and I do mean love) the black suit and sneakers with a slick of red lip.

I love the leather slouch of this shirtdress.

I love the rock and roll vibe of denim mixed with trench.

The khaki suit says do not, and I mean, do not fuck with me as I transition from Summer to Fall in the best of ways.

And maybe I'm not the only girl in town who has lusted after a Chanel jacket for most of her life. Perfection.

A camel coat? Yes. A faux fur coat too? Certainly. Why not throw in a Gucci mule. Why not?

And of course, an exceptional means business but ready to party plaid blazer with jeans. Strong.

These are all looks women of all ages can wear, and I adore them all. This is what I mean when I say I'm drawn to classic vs. preppy clothes. There is nowhere you could not go in these looks.  Truly what more could you want? For me, it would be nice to have a few prints thrown in for good measure, but I'd be pretty psyched to make this my Fall wardrobe.

So as you're assessing your wardrobe, think of pieces like these as the capsule of your collection. And lest you think I'm bad and bougie, know there are a million ways to get these looks for way less.  So get to googling. Also lest you think these looks are just for the skinny minnies, I beg to differ. I think women of all sizes could rock the hell out of these looks. Oh and the Rolex at the top of this post? Sure. Gimme that too.

Incidentally, photographed (Zoë Ghertner) and styled (Camilla Nickerson) by women. Naturally. More of that, please.  No tricks here, folks. Just great clothes and a fabulous woman. Bonus point for only featuring shoes made for walking, living, and loving. Let's hear it for comfort.

Cause that's what's up this hot in the city busy day but taking a moment to celebrate Amber because she is gorgeous and you are gorgeous and these clothes are gorgeous and hooray Fall kind of Thursday in the 212. Yours, in perfect clothes realness, honey. XO


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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1445010 2019-08-16T18:49:10Z 2019-08-17T10:32:52Z Hey, ladies. Go easy this weekend. (And beyond).

Good afternoon, Friday. TGIF. Been a long week and happy for a little weekend getaway. I just wanted to share some thoughts from Ladyland this muggy afternoon.

Women are so hard on themselves. It doesn't matter how old you are.

Last weekend, I was in the Hamptons and overhead at lunch a group of four young women in their 20s opining over chopped salads. Since people in their 20s talk VERY LOUD these days, I heard every single thing they said. So much so that David and I became that couple who eats in silence, because we were both riveted to their conversation.

And that conversation was an endless dissection of diets and food. And whether they "deserved" ice cream after lunch. And Keto, and having to eat these weird crackers with everything (I've eaten them, full disclosure. They're awful). Each one of them talked about food and dieting and weight loss through the entire meal. One of them said a Diet Coke felt like a "treat". Each of them had on expensive workout clothes. Then the conversation turned to whether or not they were going to have "Turkey Tuesday". I don't know what that is but imagine it's slices of turkey, rolled up. No carbs, naturally. Then I watched one of the women house four sausages, in between bites of the diet crackers. It was absolutely obscene. They literally spoke of nothing else. 

Then last night I caught up with a few girlfriends. One had just turned 50. After a few cocktails, she looked around the table as if to brace herself to ask the question "Could you recommend a good plastic surgeon"? Um. Hmm. 

I'm not a woman who knows plastic surgeons, ps. I, of course, know who all the fancy ones are with Park Avenue addresses because one just knows. But I'm not one for botox or anything like that so not sure why she thought I would be the arbiter of such things. And further, I couldn't believe she was asking me this. This is a woman who pickles things. And gets her hands dirty. But somehow admits she's been watching too much "RHOBH" while spending far too much time alone in her remote country house. I honestly couldn't believe she was asking me this because a) it felt off brief and b) she looked absolutely fabulous. Glowy skin. Zero wrinkles. She was seeing stuff that wasn't there. But it's amazing what we see as women when we look in the mirror. 

And lest you think I'm anti-plastic surgery, I'm not. I just think women are way too tough on themselves- regardless of their ages. We have so many wins and accomplishments- for instance, my friend just landed her absolute dream job and even though she's probably happier than she's been, she's still unsatisfied somehow. 

Another friend of mine is single in her 40s and, after revealing she spent several thousand dollars as a plastic surgery pin cushion, told me "I don't' know what it's like out there for single women of a certain age". I'm glad I don't. I truly do. Because if I had to stick needles in my face to swipe left or right, I'd be bummed. I mean- I'm all for self-improvement, but I believe it's all completely out of control. This particular woman is a highly successful self-made person. She's spiritual, fit, and in wonderful health. She dresses beautifully and has a pretty incredible life story and she's sexy as hell. So why on Earth is she so fixated on her face? 

At a time when women are achieving so much and have been through so much and are threatened by so much, can we stop being so tough on ourselves when it comes to how we look? I have never been "perfect" so why would I expect to be at this age? Listen- talk to me in a few years. I may change my tune.  But I doubt it. 

Going into the weekend I wanted to share this post and ask all of us card-carrying females to hit pause on beating ourselves up and rejoice in how far we've all come. I'm not judging people who get surgery or botox or any of those things but don't go changin'. I love you just the way you are. And you should too.

Cause that's what's up this loving Friday in the 212. Yours, in keeping it real and taking it easy. XO


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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1444266 2019-08-13T15:33:45Z 2019-08-13T15:36:53Z Are you cut out for freelance? Ask your network.

Good morning, Tuesday.  Cloudy and humid in New York. Thank the Lord for keratin treatments. Truly the best thing one can do to fight the frizz all Summer long.

So I haven't been talking too, too much about work lately but wanted to share a few thoughts on freelancing. As you all know, I've been at this freelance game for a while and have no interest in stopping. I like the lifestyle and although it's challenging and nail-biting at times, I enjoy it. But a word of caution for those who are thinking of going freelance- if you can't, off the top of your head, think of 10 people you can call and inquire about potential work, don't go freelance, you're not ready.

Because the most important thing about being a freelancer is the strength of your network. Back at the height of my production days, I was lucky enough to have worked at an incredible place for seven years, after which many of the friends I made there went to other places, and hired me to work with them when I was ready to freelance. It was a dream. Truly.

I've noticed that if you apply to gigs you find online, the rate of return is slim to none. I almost never hear back from gigs I hunt for online, even when the fit seems perfect. The odds are very slim you're going to get work by blindly answering an ad on Indeed. Or at least I have found that to be true. What really works is utilizing your network.  It is your biggest ace. You need to go deep into your brain and summon up the abundance by thinking of each and every person you know who may need your services, or at least direct you to someone else who can. Personal recommendations are a huge thing, by the way. Another great way into places you'd otherwise never find.  And I realize my years of production experience always had me in that connected mindset- having to call someone for something 24/7 became my normal, and it's never really left me.

 If you see a posting for a job, look closely and see if you know any people who either work at the place or if your extended network has connections there. It's really the only way. For instance, I found a recent gig through seeing a job posting and then noting that the person posting the gig was good friends with a few random friends from my early days in the city. I reached out and said we had good friends in common and I hoped we could connect. It worked. I got the gig.

We all know how powerful networking is. I think we often associate that term with something that requires a nametag and shaking hands with people in a ballroom at the Hilton, but it's far from that. Utilizing your people is a big part of this freelance hustle, and if you're not good at that, don't go there. 

At the same time, I had the unique challenge of creating a completely new network for myself as a writer. Since all of my ad contacts knew me as a producer, they wouldn't think of me for a writing project (ridiculous, and I've written endlessly on the topic), I had to find some new people to support me. I'm lucky I'm wired for connection. It's something I truly enjoy and I need to keep getting out there and meeting people. It's vital to survival when you're a lone wolf. Ah, the thrill of the hunt...

The freelance economy is certainly booming, but make sure you're cut out for it before you jump ship. And if anyone out there is looking to party with me and my words, have at it.  Thankfully I'm busy but always looking to expand my network. My hustle is boundless.

Cause that's what's up this socially inclined Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in connecting the dots and making a living. XO


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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1443900 2019-08-12T14:30:28Z 2019-08-12T14:32:59Z Hold up. Is J.Crew great again?

Good morning, Monday. Quite the weekend.  I went to see Bryan Ferry Friday night amidst a sea of baby boomers and then off to the Hamptons on Saturday to see the opening of the Helen Frankenthaler show, more on that later in the week.  But as the weekend was winding down and I was perusing the interweb, I happened upon J.Crew. And let me say- it's been a minute or two since I've paused to look at anything they've been doing since Jena Lyons left. I know she was polarizing but I was and still am a big fan of her quirky style. But I digress.

Actually, if I'm being honest, I happened upon a J.Crew print dress that popped up in my feed last week and it gave me pause for its cuteness. And my further investigation led me down a J.Crew rabbit hole last night and dare I say- J.Crew may very well be back. Under the new design chops of Chris Benz (he's designing women and kids), he of Bill Blass fame, we may just have a hit on our hands.

So much to love under his tutelage. Here are ten pieces to buy right now, and that I'd wear here, there, and everywhere. Oh, and good news- seems like the sizing is fairly inclusive. These are things that I really love but plenty more to choose from on the site.

This pull-on slip skirt is divine. I love the petal pink and would wear this all the time with a pretty sweater like it's shown here. What a great transitional piece for Fall when you still want to show a bit of tan gam.

This little sweater/blazer is divine. And in my favorite print. Love how it's styled with double denim vibes.

These resin earrings give me major Rachel Comey vibes. Love 'em.

This blouse has such a great vibe. I honestly can't decide what color I want the most. I want them all truly. But that green.

And this long sweater blazer thing is gorgeous. I love how this is styled. So minimal chic for those concerned that J.Crew can feel too fussed up. Lovely.

This high necked tunic dress is totally Isabel Marant like but much more reasonable. Love it in black or bottle green.

This shirtwaist dress is very elegant and pretty/crisp as we wind down the Summer. 

 And the shoes. Holy merde. So many goodies.  I love these mules in white. 

And these fancy slingbacks are super duper chic. I would love them with rolled-up jeans, a blazer, and a tank or a dress with a full skirt.

And wouldn't you know I've been searching for the perfect, no-frills, nondescript tote to schlep from gig to gig with? I love this one from Rains. it's so good and easy and minimal. Perfect for the city.

I have said time and time again that although retail seems to be on the wane, good clothes are not. I believe strongly in the power of good clothes to transform a brand- and exciting stuff appears to be happening over at the Crew shop. Lovely. And bonus points for much of it being on sale.

Oh and that cheeky lippy sweater at the top of the post? Link to buy here. A shrunken cashmere cutie for $138 is kind of awesome.

Cause that's what's up this American classic of a Monday in the 212. Yours, in elevated basics and style standouts. XO




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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1442744 2019-08-09T13:25:21Z 2019-08-11T12:33:37Z What not to wear, the Maven edition

Good morning, Friday. It's such a pretty day today and I don't have to be anywhere until 1 pm and I'm just so happy to be home with the dog as the sun shines bright in the sky and the weekend begins.

So I'm part of a group of a Facebook group for women of a certain age that veers towards snark and funny witticisms most of the time and is very rarely a place to share fashion tips. But yesterday one of the women in the group posted that she would never, under any circumstances, wear leopard print. Which made me think- how different we all can be when it comes to what we wear.  Because for me, leopard is a neutral. I own scads of it and have always felt great wearing it- I mean- how chic is Kate moss above? Iconic. And then I started thinking about my "no way Joses" when it comes to what I wear. Here's a list of five things that, though right for others, are so not right for me.

A polo or rugby shirt. Strong no to this look for me. It's a cute, preppy, tomboy look for some women. When I wear anything with that type of polo collar, I look like Mrs. Tumbletee, my less than feminine high school gym teacher. It just doesn't' work for me. At all.

Shorts. I have good legs. Or at least they are a part of me that I can easily get in shape when I need to. But I ended my relationship with shorts some time ago and never really looked back. I do love them on others (how cute is the pic above?) - particularly the paper bag variety I've seen around town this summer. But on me? Nah. Give me a minidress over shorts any day. I have no problem wearing something short, just not shorts. Capiche?

Wedges. Ok, this is one I don't really love on anyone if I'm being real. I will never, ever forget the middle of the night car ride back from a shoot in Long Beach when my creative director at the time went off on why women should not wear wedges, and I have to say- he was right. I find them really unattractive. Plus walking on them is so precarious. The only wedge I don't fully mind is a small one on an espadrille. Other than that, I'm a strong no on them. Unflattering. Thank you. Next.

Dark toes. I get my toes done all year round. Possibly because I lived in Miami for so long where toes were always exposed. And though many New York girls go dark when it comes to cold weather pedicures, I simply can't. It looks horrible on me, except on my fingernails. I either need pinkish toes or bright toes. That's it. Oh and never red toes. That's just not me.

Lilly Pulitzer. This one is fairly obvious if you know me but me in Lilly? Just plain silly. Can you even picture it? I would potentially wear something vintage and do love the story of how she started her brand, but truly, no. I am not built for Lilly and Lilly ain't built for me and that's that.  A bit too Kappa Kappa Whatever for me. I do love a print, ps. Just not necessarily a preppy one. In fact, LP is the antithesis of who I am, style-wise, and that's the truth. Keep your cotillion chic. It's not for me.

Curious to hear what your big no's are when it comes to how you dress. It's fascinating to get older for many reasons, but one of the biggest lightbulbs is knowing what looks good on you and owning it. So yea, leopard. I will always love her. And that's that. But Lilly? Nope. I guess the big takeaway here is I am not a preppy girl. I have always liked a preppy look on men, but it does not work on me. No way. PS- classic and preppy are different. I wear pearls all the time and love classic pieces like a navy blazer, great jeans, and perfect ballet flats.

Oh and one more- long hair. That ain't me. I can't do it.

Cause that's what's up this well dressed Friday in the 718.  Know thyself. Yours, in what not to wear. XO







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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1442523 2019-08-08T17:32:19Z 2019-08-08T19:02:46Z Paying it forward and throwing it back: Lauren Hutton for Strivectin

Good afternoon, Thursday.

As most of you know, my focus on this blog has shifted to something more of the moment or at least the current moment I'm in. 

I believe strongly that ageism has become a front and center conversation because of some awesome trailblazers who refuse to be defined by their age. Ad folks all know Cindy Gallop and how much of a pioneer and reinventrix she is. And my friend Irma Zandl is a national treasure when it comes to still knowing what's cool, and teaching us how to be fiscally responsible so we too can go into 50+ land in any way we want. And then, of course, I stumbled upon the cover of In Style for September, where the very beautiful Amber Valletta is rocking that iconic Versace safety pin dress like the badass boss she is. I can't handle it. In a good way.

So it was with great pleasure I got to work on a launch with my friends at StriVectin, the skincare brand I regularly work with,  to address ageism head-on, with an absolute icon. Ladies and gentleman (for the one man reading this ;), I give you Lauren Hutton, who they boldly chose as the new global ambassador of their brand.

And here's the thing. What I love about Lauren besides her insanely iconic American effortlessness and her gorgeous gap-toothed grin is her moxie. She can rap like Ferlinghetti on a hot tin roof or speak with great candor about the ground she broke when she became the first model to secure a million-dollar contract with Revlon. And what's even more fabulous is- ya. She's got a real face. A beautiful real face but a real face nonetheless. It's got lines and roadmaps to a life well-lived.  I love that she looks how she has always looked, and even better. For me, I support style expressions of all kinds, but Lauren knows what suits her. She always has. And she hasn't turned to caftans or prints or wacky glasses. She shows up in a white tee-shirt and a navy blazer and some killer shoes with that amazing vibe and it's game over, kids. She's magical. Truly. I also love that her hair, a signature,  is medium length and beautifully sun-kissed in terms of its hue. She's not going gray and that's a-ok. Because that's the point- as a woman who's aging, you have choices. You can color your hair or let it all go. You can get the botox or skip it in favor of some great products. You can look at your accomplishments and realize you're not nearly done yet. Also, she's wrestled an alligator and came face to face with a snake that looked like Joan Didion. I mean...thank goodness for women like Lauren. 

And I think Lauren had the right idea all along. She worked to fund endless adventures to far-flung climes. She's unapologetically sexy and is not afraid of it. It was so cool to work on this project and I love how the compass is calibrating to a more thoughtful and authentic conversation around age. And inspirational to boot.

So Lauren, Lauren, Lauren. All day. Since it's Thursday, here's some throwbacks. But I particularly love how she looks now. She continues to show what it means to be a true, natural woman. More power to her and more power to us all for owning who we are. Oh and bonus points for loving hats. They are a girl's best friend. Know that.

And that's what's up this change is in the air kind of Thursday in the 212. Never be afraid to be exactly who you are. What could be more beautiful than that?  XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1441732 2019-08-06T14:21:03Z 2019-08-06T14:23:44Z Maven recommends: A basics line to live, love, and wear

Good morning, Tuesday. I have a big launch party to attend tonight- more on that tomorrow. Excited to share what I've been working on the past few months. It all culminates tonight.

Thanks for indulging my feels yesterday. I was overwhelmed and nd desperately needed an escape from this soupy city. Now that I got to phone a friend after work, get a good night's sleep and hit a spin class this morning, I feel better. Back to basics, some may say.

And speaking of basics, I need to share with you my favorite new clothing line of late. I just love, love, love it.  Their website boasts "uniforms for individuals", a sentiment I appreciate and I think a whole lot of others will too.

Alex Mill is the brainchild of two former J.Crew and Madewell mishpocha, and one of the founders is the son of Mickey Drexler so they know a thing or twelve about elevated basics.  These are the clothes the Gap should be making. For real. I love everything about everything here. There's fabulous utilitarian chic jumpsuits, peppy striped shirtdresses for late Summer jaunts, and of course- super basics like soft tee shirts and oversized boyfriend shirts. 

This Swiss dot tuxedo shirt is high on my list for Fall, as is that awesome white shirtdress- love how they've styled it over jeans.  One giant miss for this new standout is the lack of size inclusion. I feel like these clothes would look fabulous on women of all shapes and sizes so why not guys? I just read that over 67% of women in America wear over a size 14 in clothing. So why not bring all of this coolness to everyone? 

Also, the men's stuff is not quite there for me- not quite "cool" enough but am curious to know how the khakis fit and if the tee shirts are soft. David may have to go for a test run. They have a new store in Soho at 63 Greene Street between Spring and Broome. As for price, I don't see much for over 200 bucks, but it's pricier than the Gap, so hoping the quality reflects the cost.

I also love how they do a capsule called "Alex Mill Editions" which are limited run pieces in reclaimed materials. Smart. I love this custom dyed sweatshirt. They are having a dye class on Thursday at their space but are currently sold out. Looking forward to seeing what they have at the space next.

What do you think of this new line and is it just me that wants it all? These are clothes meant to be worn over and over. Are you watching, Gap? Make these types of things and bring people back to your brand. I've been saying fix the damn clothes for years and stop throwing money at advertising. I think Alex Mill is getting it right on most fronts- great design, sustainable materials, in-store experiences. Now they just need to extend their sizing. I absolutely think this brand is poised for success.

Cause that's what's up this American classic of a Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in simple silhouettes. XO

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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1441373 2019-08-05T16:06:57Z 2019-08-05T16:06:57Z August in New York (and the wanderlust of my mind)

Good almost afternoon, Monday. It's hard to write or think after this weekend. It's time for this country to stop saying "this isn't who we are". Because it very much is who we are. And we need prolific, Nobel Prize-worthy sea change.  It's hard to take. Extraordinary times. 

And to top it off, New York in August. Ugh. At the beginning of the Summer, I'm like "hooray Summerinthecity". By the end, I'm like "omg Summerinthemotherfuckingcity". 

Every time I am stuck in this town in August, I feel a sense of depletion and perhaps a smattering of defeat. Although it's beyond lovely to have what seems like the entire city to yourself most weekends, it's hot. And a little smelly. And there's a seasonal fatigue hanging in the air as we wait for the air to crisp and the leaves to turn and it feels a bit flatlined in terms of the typical sense of possibility one feels when living here.  I just found myself fantasizing about the French countryside and road trips and copious wine and earthy food.  And then I switched to laying in cool water somewhere, destination unknown. And then back to France. 

There should be a rule that we all need to retreat in August. Like the Europeans do. Otherwise, when left to my own devices, I'll just sit here and bum myself out (make myself feel better?) listening to Nico's "These Days" while I work. I go out walking...

But the good news about New York in August is surely September. Because it's just around the corner. And that whole rentrée vibe takes over in the city and it's almost time for sweaters and you order a hot coffee instead of an iced and then suddenly you're missing Summer in a wistful way that's poetic but you can't wait for Fall. Sigh. I love the seasons, don't you?

I just wanted to share my feels this (almost) afternoon. I'm glad I spent a week at the beach and all but it's August in New York and I can honestly say I'd like to be somewhere "other". I'm tired of all the awful news. I'm tired of the heat messing up my makeup. I'm just plain tired. Don't look at me.

Cause that's what's up this sleepy, sultry Summer day in the 212. Yours, in seasonal disorders and such. Where to next?  XO


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tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1440407 2019-08-02T14:42:05Z 2019-08-02T18:41:53Z On choosing a creative path...

Good morning, Friday. Let me start by saying that this week kicked my ass. Completely. I have no ass left. None. 

So as I continue to explore the evolution of my career, there are moments. Moments where you feel like you can't get anything right. Moments where people's obsession and agony over every freaking word makes you feel insane. Moments where you wish you were independently wealthy, interspersed with remembering how grateful you are for having work in the first place. All of those moments.

But as I continue to grow my creative career path, there are some inevitable bumps in the road. One of those bumps that has me reaching for a seat belt is vulnerability. I have never experienced such a deep sense of it in my work as I do now. What I mean by this is that although writing on behalf of brands is not "personal", it still feels very close to my heart and soul. My writing does. And when people rip it apart and agonize over my words it's tough sometimes. Very tough. I have learned through this process to never get too attached or fall in love with my ideas. It's not that I don't stand up for things when they are great, but I have learned what's worth fighting for and to only fight for the right things. But even when I wave the white flag, that doesn't mean I don't get a little beat up from the battle sometimes. At times, it's all just too obtuse. And exhausting.

Thing is, everyone's a writer. We write emails, posts, memos to staff. So everyone has an inevitable bias when it comes to words. It's entirely subjective and you could go around and around a million times over one sentence, mission statement, or headline.  It can rip your heart out.  And though everyone's a writer, being creative is a whole different thing. Completely.  PS this rule applies to most creative things now- take photographers for instance.  We are all endlessly snapping iPhone pics and thinking we're Avedon. There's some great stuff out there, but it complicates things for people who do this for a living. 

I just wanted to share how challenging it is to be creative for hire. And to get paid for it. Every job is hard and though this one is more fun than most, it can feel gnarly.  It's humbling to do work that is close to your heart and spirit. I'm not saying copywriting for brands is a heart thing for me, but my writing sure is.

That's why I need to dedicate much of my free time to writing my own stuff. As I do here. I appreciate the finesse of writing professionally, but I don't want to lose what made me love writing in the first place. And that's my voice. My POV. My words. Me me me basically. ;) My gratitude knows no bounds for having been able to shift gears and follow my passion, but you can't forget about why you did it in the first place. I'm tough enough to take the heat. But on occasion, I need to get out of the kitchen.

Hey So on occasion, I have to take a pause and remind myself not to get too down when it all goes to shit. Because it often does. But then it all somehow works out and you hit a home run and it's all ok again. I'm tapped into my most creative side right now and I'm willing to take the good with the bad because it's totally and completely worth it. And I realize it's all very much part of the process. I wouldn't trade it for the world. Well, maybe for my own novel or screenplay. 

Cause that's what's up this putting it all out there kind of Friday in the 212. Yours, in what are words worth? XO


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Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1439090 2019-07-30T14:34:15Z 2019-07-31T09:21:21Z A day late, but not a lipstick short

Good morning, Tuesday. I know I'm late to the party with this lipstick post (yesterday was a national lipstick holiday), but no matter. I wanted to write about some boy stuff yesterday. So here's one for my girls. That pic is by Marilyn Minter above, and don't you just? So stunning.

But great photography aside, lIpstick is like another world to me. I have a love/hate relationship with it. At times I think it looks vulgar- not on anyone else, mind you- just me. At other times I feel like it's too "makeup" and not really my style, even though I'm prone to dramatic eyes for daytime. Something about lipstick can just feel so artificial, and for me, the challenge is finding one that is like my lip color, but a little bit better. I tend to stick to rosy hues- I've talked a million times about my love for Dolce Vita from Nars- it's still one of the best neutrals out there. Soft and pretty and barely there. I also love the neutrals from Charlotte Tillbury- for a redhead (and right now I am Run Lola red and loving it)  she really gets the lip color thing- I'm digging on Stoned Rose big time right now.  The name alone...

But I digress. Because I like a bargain as much as the next girl and cheap lipstick is often just that. But I've found two formulas of the same genre that I like, and both are under 20 bucks. Read on.

Let me start by saying that the word "matte" terrifies me.  I have always been someone that preferred a dewy visage to a matte one. And when it comes to lipstick, I've always gone more gloss or sheer than not. Matte lipstick says high pigment to me, which is something I'm not that interested in. But on Prime Day (again late to the party) last week or so, I saw AOC's red lipstick was on sale so I went to check it out, hoping for a color that would keep me from looking like I'm in drag.

I did find a nice, nude neutral and man is this a MATTE look. But damn if this lipstick doesn't stay on a long time. I like this idea- because another thing I hate about lipstick is reapplying it. And at 16 bucks, it turns out it was a good investment, even though its back to its regular price of 22 dollars now. But the winner in the long-wearing lipstick game is none other than Sephora's own brand. I am crazy about this lipstick, and it's only 14 dollars.  I put this lipstick on in the am, and I swear it's still there when I get home at night, and even after I smother my dog with kisses. 

My favorite colors are Marvelous Mauve and my favorite, favorite Rose Redux. If you love a dusty rose vibe, omg. So gorgeous for real. 

Oh and in case you too have mattephobia, I'll tell you my secret. Make sure your lips are far from dry. And the best way to do that is to go for the Laneige lip mask at night. Dry lips will never happen when you use this product, even in the dead of winter. Y'all know this is an iconic maven pick. I've been using it regularly for a few years now.

So that's my little lipstick homage for the moment. And until next year most likely. 

Cause that's what's up this lip service of a Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in kisses and kisses. XO



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Sheri Rosenberg