tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:/posts the world according to sherimaven 2019-02-15T12:51:14Z Sheri Rosenberg tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1374509 2019-02-15T12:51:13Z 2019-02-15T12:51:14Z On the Marc with Marc Jacobs

Good morning, Friday. I'm ready for the weekend et tu?

So New York Fashion Week came and went with many fashion watchers wondering just what the f it all meant. We all know by now that the relevance of Fashion Week has gone the way of the 8 track. But I've said it before and here it is again- I still believe. In the power of clothes and style and fashion to speak to where we are in culture. And to hopefully inspire and delight as well.

And that's where Marc Jacobs comes in. Marc is always the last show of Fashion Week and also the most anticipated. His show was a stripped down affair- no fancy sets, no real shenanigans, and an orchestra playing classical music in almost total blackness. There was a sobriety to all of it-a palpable moment in an upside down world and perfectly translated by Marc Jacobs. If you are a fashion follower, you well know Marc's star has been a bit unhinged since leaving Paris and focusing on his own line again. Many wondered if he could ever get back his original star power. And perhaps now that Fashion Week is in upheaval, maybe it was Marc's time to shine yet again. With the pressure off and the heat on to make some truly transcendent pieces.

I loved and lived for this show. I loved the volume. The show opened with an animal print cape. I was hooked from the moment I saw it. The plain ease of that simple sweater and skirt, sober alongside some of the more conceptually driven pieces. The sense that a woman could dress more minimally one day and more over the top the next .Look after look was exciting and innovative and very, very Marc- it was like watching a retrospective in one runway. I love that the big designers like Tom Ford and Michael Kors and of course Marc Jacobs went back and did some searching to find inspiration in who they are and what works best. Ford with his sexy tailored swagger and Michael Kors with his glam 70s vibe (Barry Manilow though? Ok then). And Marc has always been one to defy- I love that this is the collection he came up with after rereleasing his infamous grunge collection of the 90s. Because even though this was wholly unique, it still had some Marc J hallmarks- a little wild, a little restrained, and altogether feminine. The show closed with Christy Turlington, angel eternal in a feathered dress worthy of any red carpet anywhere. I'll be dreaming of those capes. And the simple silhouettes. And all the feathers. And everything in between. What a beautiful, beautiful tribute to fashion and women and the creative inspiration we still find living in the best city in the world. We may not know what the future of fashion looks like, and maybe Marc himself doesn't know. But I felt this show displayed a designer who knows himself very, very well. And I for one am glad he's still sharing his incredible talent with the world. 

Cause that's what's up this fashionable Friday in the 718. Yours, in style magic.XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1373728 2019-02-13T14:34:11Z 2019-02-14T01:15:32Z There's no place like home(work)

Good morning, Wednesday. Looks like the bad weather is out and the sunshine is in. Happy about that.

So lately my schedule has been a bit more free- not that I'm not working but it's a bit more flexible which is very much a gift from the gods. I've had the good fortune to be able to take a few lunches and dinners with some dear female friends. I'm not sure I could survive without female friendship ps- it's just the best thing. 

Anyway, something happens to women once we turn 40. I'm not saying it's the same for everyone, and I turned 40 a hot minute ago, so I barely remember it. But I have some friends that are either facing 40 or just past it- and the common thread for most of them is a complete reassessment of life. I've found myself in advertising most of my career so I'm primarily speaking about women who find themselves in the ad world too. And the verdict is in- and advertising is OUT.

Don't attack me, those of you who still love advertising. Many people are still in the game and enjoying great success. I will admit that advertising is full of fun, smart, interesting people. The office culture is cool. You can wear yoga pants to work if you want. There's always someone up for a cocktail or a conversation. But, man. That world wears on your soul. It's stressful. The hours are long. And at some point, particularly when you hit the 4-0ish mark, you look around and feel a bit like Rodney Dangerfield in "Back to School". And if you get that reference, you know exactly what I mean. And if you don't, well- that's part of the issue.

Everyone in advertising is getting younger while the rest of us get older. And some people are cool with that, and some aren't. I'm in the latter camp and not because I hate young people, but I've been questioning what I've wanted from my career for a very long time so working with people who are in their 20s is a constant reminder of my own stagnation. Long before I turned 40 this was going on ps. Although I enjoyed an inspiring, fun as hell career, I'm not sure I was remotely happy. In fact, I know I wasn't. And then I just got tired. Too tired. Primordially tired. And i knew it was time for a change.

PS- I'm still kind of working in advertising. I take projects from time to time with my favorite folks. But I've dedicated myself to full time writing- on behalf of brands mostly but not in ad agencies. And the reason this is so awesome is once I set that intention that writing was my full tilt future, it became my present. And i'm happy.

I used to ask myself a cliched question, to try and figure out what would make me happy when it comes to work. And that question was: Where would I want to go every day when it comes to being happy at work and what does that look like? I never, ever could figure out the answer to that, although I somehow knew it would include my "own" space. I thought for years that meant having my own business with my own office and phones ringing off the hook and lots of deal making and moving and shaking.


What it really meant was I didn't want to go anywhere. I wanted to stay right here at home. And write from home. And tell stories from home. I love working from my living room or bedroom or wherever I want, with my dog by my side and CNN on the TV. It's just where I'm happiest. And it took many lives and many years to get here. But I'm so glad I did. I guess I did the work, and now I can work from home.

My point is we seek and search and reach a point in life where we need things to fall into place. For some that happens at 25. For some it happens at 65. It doesn't matter when it happens but I do think for my friends turning 40, a lot of stuff comes up about where you want to spend your time. Because you start realizing that one minute doing something you don't want to do anymore is just too much. So even if you don't know what you want, don't worry. I know it will come to you like I did for me. And I didn't even have to leave the house to figure it out. Gratitude does not begin to describe it. Work hard. Stay home. Yes please.

Just wanted to share that little story with you, and I know that working from home is not everyone's dream, but I love it. If you are seeking something new, keep looking. And if you're happy and you know it, keep clapping.  Cause that's what's up this home is where the heart is kind of Wednesday in the borough of Brooklyn. Yours, in working from the sofa, from under the duvet, or just about anywhere. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1373160 2019-02-12T13:48:25Z 2019-02-12T13:53:34Z Fashion's dead. Long live fashion.

Good morning, Tuesday.

So ya, Fashion Week. It's no big whoop and you know it and I know it. It's irrelevant, outdated, and nobody cares. Cathy Horyn said as much in this rather grim piece. But sometimes when nobody's watching the whispers of something big may just be happening. And in a world gone upside down, it's not surprising fashion feels the same way. I know there's more to the story- but I still believe. And I for one have not taken my eye off the ball. 

Because four collections made me feel the feels. And also made me remember what is so so good about American style, particularly New York City style. I'm wondering if designers are doing some soul searching of late to find out what they really want to say. I know I've found my groove after much mucking about and I for one am grateful. We all get lost in life, and perhaps fashion as we know it is in that place. With these collections, I think they went back to their roots with great success in terms of design. Even if nobody's looking. These are clothes meant to be worn and loved and worn again. I would be shocked if these collections didn't sell.

First, over at Phillip Lim, we have the most beautiful sophistication I've seen in some time on this side of the pond. I love the neutral palette and gasp- the endlessly wearable (albeit not affordable) clothes. After Gucci glam, there are these clothes. For those living actual lives and not living inside a peyote trip. I just love these clothes- cool, chic, understated, a bit sporty. And wholly American.

Over at the Row, my favorite twins hit another home run. I can't get enough of these clothes. They are sexy yet restrained, and ageless in their appeal. They let the wearer wear the clothes, and not vice versa. They truly are masterful designers. Wonderful collection as always. That leather coat and that slim black suit- Shazam. Giving me a whole lot of life right now.

But on the total opposite side of town is Anna Sui, whose collection made me feel a bit nostalgic for my early NY club days in the 90s. Sure these clothes feel more akin to a vintage store than the runway, but that's why I love them. They speak to the cool girl thing I always love about Sui's clothes- totally downtown and fun. Perfect for a night out. That second animal print number. Strong yes. Very strong.

And then, then. Drum roll.

Proenza Schouler's show had me at first slide. I am so in love with these two of late. I splurged on a couple of knit dresses this season and I absolutely love the way they make me feel. This collection was elegant and beautiful and very New York. In every way. Cool, sophisticated, ready for anything clothes- and those pants are so good. I'm madly, truly in love. And even if the shows don't matter, these clothes do. At least to me.

Cause that's what's up this passion for fashion kind of Tuesday in the 718. Yours, in getting back to basics and remembering what works. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1372864 2019-02-11T14:12:29Z 2019-02-11T14:12:30Z (Re)thinking Pink

Good morning, Monday. Had a perfectly lovely weekend upstate and could have napped and drank wine and sat by the fire for a few more days, I'll tell you that. 

So last night I wasn't really planning on watching the Grammys because, meh. But wow I'm glad I did because it was ladies night and the feeling was oh so right. I loved the femalecentric show which opened with an appearance by MIchelle Obama and just kept going all night long with amazing performances by Diana Ross, Gaga, St. Vincent, the amazing Dolly Parton joined by tons of stars- my favorite being the "After the Gold Rush" (had no idea she wrote that) performance with Dolly, Miley CYrus, and Maren Morris. And I was completely blown the f away by Brandi Carlile's stripped down performance- an absolute powerhouse. I also loved H.E.R. and of course, the best Grammys host of all time, Alicia Keys. She is everything a celebrity should be and i absolutely love her beautiful, natural look and her incredible talent. Plus that green jumpsuit. Want. Oh and Janelle Monae. Oh, hey. So good. Love the Prince comparison. She's so talented and cool.

So in honor of so much girl power on stage last night, I thought I'd embrace my feminine side today and talk about my love for the color pink. Pink has come to mean so much more than it used to- when I was growing up it felt more girly girl/Molly Ringwald than a power color. But with women ascending more and more each day, pink is a symbol of how far we've come and how much further we can go. So it's a color that's top of mind for me, and I have always, always adored it but now particularly so. Here are some ways to bring some pink into your life- from home to clothes and back again.

I'm totally obsessed with this blush faux fur chair cover I got at a store in my neighborhood, Wanderlustre. I threw it over a lucite chair where I do my makeup and I just love it so much.

This candle is my absolute new favorite- it's sexy and weird and so delicious- narcissus and mysore wood combined for something special. And it looks so pretty in the home. I want stacks of them.

This Rachel Comey dress on sale had me at first glance- I saw someone wearing it this weekend and its just so lovely and kind of 90s  in the best of ways. I love how she does pink- rock it with everything from Vans to heels. The stylish woman who was wearing it this weekend had it on under a flannel shirt and with some aforementioned Vans and white tights- trust me, it was chic as f.

A pale pink satin mule? Definitely. Trimmed in sparkly jewels? Oh yes. These are completely divine. Still spendy even though on sale, but obsessed.

And with Valentine's Day in our sights, there's much talk of Galentine's Day- and the celebration of female friendship vs. Hallmark holiday cliches. How about giving your BFF one of these rose gold friendship bracelets from Catbird? So pretty.

Oh and keep the vibe going with a new favorite perfume of mine, Byredo's  Rose Noir, a lusty rose scent that is altogether amazing. And Diptyque's special collection of rose scented wonders is calling my name. 

I bought this scented oval for my closet and it's just delicious.

So as the week gets underway, think pink. It's a fun time to get a little girly, no? Cause that's what's up this rose tinted Monday in the 718. Yours, in colors. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1371424 2019-02-07T13:00:13Z 2019-02-07T13:18:17Z It's Fashion Week, folks (and nobody cares)

Good morning, Thursday. If you're seeing a few extra leggy types roaming around the city this week, it's because of Fashion Week. It's barely a blip ps- go to Vogue.com's front page and there's barely a mention of it. As a lifelong dedicated follower, there's part of me that mourns the thrill being gone. And on Business of Fashion's homepage, there's a big article about how American fashion needs a big time rethink. Because it's no longer valid in its current state. Have a look, it's worth the read, as is this piece in unlikely fashion watcher Vox.  

But yesterday Tom Ford was showing back in New York and the show was so quietly beautiful and classic it made me remember what I love most about American style. The sense of the casual coupled with the strong. The sexy ease of it all. The coolness.

Was this collection a revelation when it comes to showing something new? Not in the least. But Tom, like many, are going back to what made them great in the first place- perhaps a bit of a yearning for what was but also the lack of ability to interpret something completely new in such anxiety producing times. I absolutely adored everything on this runway, and to me, these are clothes that will actually sell in stores. The tailoring, the color combinations, the quiet boldness. Did it take direct cues from his now iconic Gucci collections of the 90s? For certain. But those were some of my favorite clothes of all time. Unforgettable.

This fashion week may not make an impact as American fashion works to redefine its place in the industry, but this was a really beautiful collection that is a nice reminder of what makes Ford great in the first place. More please.

Cause that's what's up this still freaky for fashion kind of Thursday in the 718. Yours, in American style. I still care, ps. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1370694 2019-02-05T14:27:26Z 2019-02-05T14:28:31Z Maven recommends: An all in one piece situation

Good morning, Tuesday. It's going to be just shy of 65 degrees today in New York. And though I should be enjoying it, it's making me feel weird. My body doesn't quite know what to do. Good thing it's back to winter this weekend. I'm not quite sure I'm ready for the heat.

So in a perfectly wardrobed world, I'd go between a caftan and a jumpsuit, all day every day. I am the biggest fan of one piece dressing that has ever lived. I love the power of putting on one piece and looking so put together. A friend of mine is turning 50 soon and is having a caftan only weekend. Needless to say, I've started packing in my mind. I can't wait.

But back to the jumpsuit. I was watching "Woodstock" the movie last night as one does and became fixated on Pete Townsend's jumpsuit during the Who's performance. The man is a bean so he looked ridiculously chic in an all white boiler suit- timeless really in a sea of hippie dippie. Which brings me to the fact that jumpsuits are truly reaching ubiquity in fashion. And I love them. And now that so many people are going sober, going out wearing one will be more fun. Lessening the need to pee has just made the jumpsuit way more accessible.

One style of jumpsuit that I love is the aforementioned boiler suit. According to my good pal Wikipedia, boilersuits are so called by men who maintained coal fired boilers, and the one piece suit did not allow soot to enter one's lower half.  Cut to now when women have adopted the one piece wonder for themselves. It's androgynous for sure but somehow sexy, particularly when paired with heels. Bonus points if you wear a pretty bra underneath. Or not. Do you.

One of the best selections around has to come from Topshop, the UK favorite for translated trends that won't break the bank. A small peruse of their site shows so many great options, my favorite being the zip up denim version pictured at the top of this post. In love. Truth be told- it helps to have a more boyish physique to rock this look- it's not easy for girls with boobs or hips or roundness of any kind but you can always size up a bit and get the fit right. PS- that black corduroy one pictured is on big time sale and it's so cool looking- would love it with high top sneakers from Golden Goose or even rolled up with low top Vans.

And now that reality is hitting, I'm not wearing a caftan or a jumpsuit today. Actually I lied. I'm wearing a jumpsuit right now. It's a one piece pajama jumper situation that I love to wear around the house. But since I'm out and about today, no dice on this look. 

What do you think of the zip up jumpsuit and will you get down like that? I'd say a strong yes.  It checks the boxes for a strong look that is strong, cool, and comfortable. Cause that's what's up this utilitarian Tuesday in the 718. Yours, in one piece wonders. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1370285 2019-02-04T13:39:25Z 2019-02-04T13:56:31Z We made a new friend this weekend, and he's a bit of a hard ass

Good morning, Monday. The Super Bowl was not so super, now was it? The commercials were even worse. And let's not even discuss Adam Levine and his weird tank top. Awful, just awful.

So one of the joys about living in New York is that it's weird. In the best of ways. This city is full of eccentric people that provide a colorful approach to everyday life. That's one of the many reasons I love living here. It's just good weird. For me, living in Miami was bad weird. Or simply, not my flavor of weird. But New York? Yea, I get it. And I suppose my penchant for storytelling has a perfect outlet in a city full of so many stories. Here's one.

On Saturday, David and I decided to take the dog on a long walk through the neighborhood after a rather lazy morning at home. On our way out, we stopped to water my landlady's plants- we live in a brownstone owned by her family and she's on the garden/parlor floor. That's first floor for you non-Brooklyn kids. Anyway, she's been in Thailand for about a month and a half now with her recently college graduated son. Before she left, we promised to get her mail and water her plants, as good neighbors do. So Saturday we were in her apartment and the absolute weirdest thing happened. I'm standing there arranging some of her mail on the counter and tidying up a bit when I saw him. 

Moving across the hardwood floor was a turtle. Well, a tortoise upon closer inspection.

Now if you're not expecting to see an animal crawling across the floor, let alone a decent sized tortoise, you may feel like you're hallucinating. At least I did. And apparently I screamed to David "THERE'S A WALKING TURTLE IN HERE"! A walking turtle? I suppose in my shock I simply meant JesusChristheresaturtlewalkingacrosstheapartment but that's what came out. And then I ran out of the apartment. I suppose I got scared. I don't know why. But I did. Those legs and that hard shell and that extended neck freaked the f out of me. And of course, David was left to deal with it.

If you don't know our history or my husband's history with animals, it's epic. I'll never forget him freeing a pigeon from a frozen yogurt shop on South Beach, or accidentally murdering a possum which was masquerading as a rat at our home in Coconut Grove. Now it was a tortoise. So many questions.

How did it get there?

Why is there a tortoise in this apartment?

How the HELL did it get there?

Immediately I went upstairs and started calling everyone I could think of. I called my friend Talia who rescues dogs. No answer. I called 311, who asked me if the turtle was "vicious". Ummm. No.In that case, they would not come get him. I called a million animal rescues with specialties in exotics, none of whom work on Saturdays apparently. I called the ASCPA. I called Pet Smart, who did not know what to do with it. I called the guy who sometimes house sits for Khan, who keeps tarantulas as pets so I figured he might know what to do. Wrong. I asked my Facebook community and they all insisted he must belong to the home. 

Our landlady never, ever mentioned she had a pet ps. David was getting ready to adopt him or her. I began to think about life with a turtle/tortoise. How would Khan react? How would I tell him he'd no longer be the only pet in my life? How does one care for a guy or gal like this? And why did I feel so guilty that I really did not want to have him in my home? I love animals, but for some reason, this shelled creature was not one I could picture crawling around my apartment. But if he was a stray, of course we'd find a way to foster him, until we found him a proper, tortoise friendly home. David was feeling responsible for him somehow. I just wanted to know why and how.

And then David got in touch with someone (after I talked him out of releasing him into the wilds of Brooklyn) who said it's one of three scenarios:

1. The turtle belonged to the tenant.

2. The turtle belonged to the tenant and they lost it thus forgetting it was there.

3. Somebody put the turtle in the home on purpose.

It finally occurred to us to call our landlady's sister, who we send our rent check to. I was nervous to do that because A TURTLE IN THE HOUSE.

So David texted her asking if she knew anything about it and here's what she said:

"Oh yea. That's Bertram. He's lived there for 15 years. He lives under the radiator in the winter and comes out from time to time. And he's not a turtle. He's a tortoise".

BERTRAM. Could there be a better name for  a New York tortoise pet than Bertram?

Apparently he half hibernates in Winter so said landlady had no real reason to tell us of his existence. He doesn't really eat all winter, but how would we know that? Immediately I went out and bought him some organic butter lettuce to eat, which he devoured. David also fed him a house plant leaf because he was worried that he would starve to death. Then he worried he had poisoned him. OMG. The drama. Oh and the college grad what's app'd us from Thailand to tell us NOT to worry about him or even feed him.  Gone went the butter lettuce, even though he had eaten a bit of it. Maybe I need to hibernate for the winter. Excellent weight loss tactic.

Seriously though- who has a free roaming tortoise with the first name of an endocrinologist in their apartment (fun fact- Bertram was the name of my mother's long time endocrinologist)? And forgets to tell the people watching said apartment about him? Thus concluded the excitement for the afternoon. After what seemed like an eternity, we finally departed for our walk, relieved Bertram was not a homeless turtle that escaped from a local brownstone. A tortoise lives in Brooklyn. And he doesn't need our help. Only in New York, kids. Only in New York.

Cause that's what's up this wacky Monday in the 718. Yours, in hard shells and funny times. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1369319 2019-02-01T17:30:22Z 2019-02-01T17:30:58Z On discernment and thinking it all through

Good afternoon, Friday and TGIbloodyF. It's been a long, cold week and looking forward to a chill weekend, including Super Bowl Sunday I suppose.

So sometimes I channel that aforementioned psychic/intuitive ability I mentioned the other day and then realize I want to share it will all of you. For instance, today I was watching CNN when they announced Cory Booker running for Prez in 2020. Admittedly, we've all been watching him for a minute and it's not a huge surprise. But damn if that field is not becoming overcrowded and hard to distinguish. And it just turned 2019.

Obviously we know this is a reaction to the polarization Trump has caused in this country. And everyone is ready to jump off the deep end. But a word came to me this morning and it's stuck with me all day. It whispered quietly in my brain as I watched the news and that word is/was "discernment".

Hmm. It's a popular word of late as we continue to explore mindfulness and intention and all of that fun stuff.  But truly, it's a perfect word for how I'm feeling. And I think I may smell a trend in the near future. Instead of too much we should probably go back to just enough. 

Take social media. Many people I know are opting out of Facebook and choosing to stay on Instagram and/or Twitter or whatever depending on what suits them. So instead of the constant bombardment of "like" culture, we are now choosing/discerning which networks are right for us, and which we can actually stand to look at.

Another reason discernment is top of mind is because I've been thinking a ton lately about finances and work and my relationship to both. As many of you know, I love stuff. But lately I've chosen to live with less, and buy a lot less of said stuff. Essentials only. Need vs. want. You name it. My shopping is becoming more discerning as I focus on building my writing business and simply because- I am so overstimulated when it comes to the constant barrage of "sale sale sale" and feed feed feed of clothes shoes whatever you want. Back in the day, people lived with less and it was way ok. Now because of fast fashion and our consumption addiction, we all have too much. And we buy too much. And as I get older, I want good things.  So because of that, it's all about less. And being mindful and discerning when it comes to what constitutes a true "must have".

And it's not surprising that this coordinates with the work I do- I'm trying to be more discerning about the work I take on, who with, and whether it's a step in the right direction, a means to an end, or just a whole lot of fun.  Kind of a quasi resolution of mine- choose wisely when it comes to work.  Oh and food. Of course, food. Just be more mindful of what I'm putting in my body in general.  It's really appearing (the d word) in every area of my life. So I need to trust it.

We are more than fortunate to have the choices we do. But when I look at things like a major election, it's hard to keep score. And as a nation,  I think we need to be alpha discerning when it comes to choosing our next President. So with everyone jumping in the pool, I can't help but worry about drowning. Drowning in options. Drowning in voices. And drowning in too much being, well, too damm much.

I'm not sure if any of you meditate-  I do on occasion but not nearly enough- but that word "discernment" is coming up for me hot and heavy as the work week comes to a close. How will you choose what to wear, what to do, and what to eat this weekend? You might want to give some of this stuff an extra think. Oh and that KKW lipstick the other day? I know. I don't need it. But being able to write about it was well worth it. 

Cause that's what's up this choosing wisely kind of Friday in the 718. Yours, in- you guessed it. Discernment. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1368872 2019-01-31T14:28:25Z 2019-01-31T14:40:25Z Am I having an identity crisis?

Good morning, Thursday. Needless to say, STAY WARM. OMG.

So I love to hate the Kardashians but in the past year or so I've warmed to them. I know it's weird. But I have. Perhaps it's the fact that they're a bit more mature- somewhat less bratty and perhaps I just somehow appreciate their cheeky family values, however fake they may be. But I've prided myself on resisting any product offer they may have. From Kylie to Kim to Khloe and back again. That is, until last week.Gulp.

I happened across Kim's Instagram (wellI I follow her so...) where she posted the most gorgeous video of her having her new red lipstick applied. Her face- flawless. The red, called "Classic Red"- seemingly perfect. It's been a minute since I've bought a red lipstick and at under 20 bucks, I decided to give it a whirl. It's still not here yet but I bought it and then couldn't believe I did. Contributing to her success still makes me feel a little funny, and my beauty aesthetic is fairly far from Kim's so what was I doing? I know, I know. It's just lipstick. And a good red is a good red, regardless of who makes it. Plus it's almost Valentine's Day so a red lip feels, oh I don't know, so right now. That's smart marketing.

I'll wait and see how good it is when it arrives, and if you want to check it out, it's here. And I'm still me. I don't think I'm having an identity crisis but if I start getting major league hair extensions and wearing flesh colored bodysuits with leggings, send for help. 

Cause that's what's up this this seeing red of a Thursday in the 212. Yours, in makeup and reality superstars. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1368528 2019-01-30T15:07:20Z 2019-01-30T17:06:13Z Maven recommends: Hilma af Klint at the Guggenheim will get you in your gut

Good morning, Wednesday. Still here in my gym clothes, writing from my sofa and working on a million things at once. I love it. I'm happy Thank goodness. I'm enjoying being a shut in so very much. At some point I may go nuts, but I'm LOVING it right now.

So something I've noticed in the past year or so is an interest in the occult or witchcraft or astrology, even. I noticed a ton of holiday gifts this year centered around astrology (good gifts for Leos, best colors for Cancerians, etc.) and I literally received three witchy kits as gifts which included a smudge stick, some Palo Santo, and things like feathers to help bring good vibes into the home. I'm wondering if it's because of who's in the White House and the whole me too movement right now- and if women in particular are feeling the need for protection and to get into their power as much as they possibly can. And we all know the phrase "witch hunt" has been trending since Trump has been tweeting it nonstop. Interesting that.

I've always been fascinated by the positive force of something otherworldly- and some of you may know I have my own psychic abilities when I'm tapped in to them. I suppose we all do, really. I have always felt that for me, organized religion was not really where I found spirituality, because my intuition is my spirituality. When I'm fully committed to it, it will never steer me wrong.  The force is strong within me. Ha. And I think that women are drawn to things like witchcraft and astrology because intuition is a major feminine trait. I'm not at all suggesting men don't have it- but most of the women I know are guided by intuition and when they trust it, there's no stopping them.

So this past weekend I saw a show at the Guggenheim which confirmed all that I thought about intuition as a spiritual guide. If you have not yet been to the Hilma af Klint show, you must, must go. Like, literally fly into New York and go see it if you don't live here. And if you live here, go now. Today if you can. It's the coolest show I've seen in years. Her use of the color pink alone just gets me in my feelings in the best of ways.

 Hilma was a Swedish artist who is often called the mother of abstract art. She was born in the 1862 and died in 1941. Her paintings were a visual representation of spiritual ideas and visions she had. A physical manifestation of the spiritual realm. And good Lord- they are magnificent. She was part of a group of five female artists called Da Fem (I need four more ladies to form a group with that name, which I absolutely love) who shared her ideals. These ladies often held seances and were deeply in touch with something otherworldly.  She created works for an imagined temple- that they should only be shown there- and not coincidentally, the temple itself resembled the Guggenheim, so a more perfect setting for her work would be hard to find.  She was not well known in her lifetime, and even caveated that her paintings could not be shown until 20 years after her death. The show also includes a ton of sketches and notebooks and is a fascinating revelation into the life of a pure creative soul, guided by something bigger than her. I'm in love.

So what does this teach us or what was my takeaway from the show? Recently I've been doing a ton of work on myself- working with a coach to help uncover what's next for me. Needless to say, I'm well aware that I find my way by figuring out what I don't want. The work I did with the coach was amazing, but the elaborate business plan we crafted did not fly with me at the end of the day. Because I know in my heart that all I truly want to be is a writer. My intuition has always led me there. In my 20s I was never, ever in touch with my intuition (murky times) so it makes sense I lost my way when it came to writing back then. I literally did not write a word for most of that time. Cut to many years later, and here I am. Tapped in to where I need to be. I do feel as women get older, we get far more in touch with our intuition, because so many other things go out of whack- our bodies change, our tastes change, the way we think of ourselves change. But our gut becomes like a beacon. And I for one am paying attention. 

So whether you are a churchgoer, temple dweller, or sonic twirler, listen to that inner guide. It won't fail you if you trust it. And go deep to get to it. Seeing Hilma's show, an artist who left this earth a long time ago, made me feel so very present. And as I write this on my sofa with candles lit around me, I'm right where I need to be. And that's the best I can do right now, or ever, really.

Cause that's what's up this in touch kind of Wednesday in the 718. Yours, in spiritual guidance and female intuition. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1368257 2019-01-29T16:09:02Z 2019-01-29T16:12:07Z Fear and loathing in America, now with a side of euphoria.

Good morning, Tuesday. It's a gloomy day and probably the last of any semblance of warmth. Rest of the week looks brutal. It is winter after all...happy to be nesting.

And even though we're all hibernating, you've no doubt noticed of late that less people are drinking. It's pretty crazy considering the state of things, but it's true. I'm not sure if it's the millennials who are keeping it sober are supporting this trend but many of my non-millennial pals are tee totaling as well. Even I find myself succumbing to alcohol on rare occasions, or when I'm seated next to someone fun at a dinner party who keeps refilling my glass. Otherwise, i've left alcohol in the dust. Admittedly, watching the news these days makes me want to chloroform myself. But I digress. Because lots of us are just not drinking much.

According to CNBC consumption of beer, wine, and alcohol is down for the third year in a row in America. But that doesn't mean people won't seek other ways to alter their states, and I'm beginning to see a lot more stuff in the mindful space. And of course, the buzz around legalized Mary J is legitimizing pot use in a way. I don't know if new audiences are really going full tilt into weed world, but I do know a lot of people who already partake are feeling empowered and are far more casual about their usage than ever before. And CBD oil is everywhere and is being used for everything from anxiety to major pain- they're selling a salve at my barre studio that hardcore workout folks are swearing by for aches, pains, and soreness. 

Maybe it's that weed and drugs like Ahayuasca have perceived health benefits. Pot can help with pain and pms for instance, while a good Ahayuasca trip is said to open the mind and clear out past trauma and help with addiction issues.  If you're not familiar, Ahayuasca is a spiritual brew that is has high hallucinogenic properties. It's a traditional ceremonial tonic used by indigenous people in the Amazon. And it's now at a yoga studio near you- hush hush of course, but you can still go on a vision quest in Tribeca, dressed in all white, if you so choose.  Or of course you can go down to Kentucky, the setting for my new favorite show from Vice, "Kentucky Ahayuasca", where a former bank robber/prisoner with very little dental work is now the shaman-in-chief of a tripped out church where heroin addicts and trauma victims can come and transform their lives.  My friend and I were fascinated by this, but admitted we would prefer to do this at somewhere far more fabulous, like Amangiri, where we'd be clothed in beautiful white caftans with thin gold thread, while our supermodel-like spirit guides would gently dab our mouths of puke as we laid our heads on super high thread counted sheets while Alice Coltrane played softly in the distance. Fyre festival much? ;)

I'm also intrigued by a new category called Euphorics. The other day on an Insta stroll, I came across the brand Kin, a company whose tagline is "Euphorics for humankind" and whose hashtage states "#risewisely". Kin is a beverage composed of what seems to be something called Nootropics( GABA, phenibut, 5-HTP, tyrosine, and some other goodies)  and and the newly trendy adaptogens, a group of plants said to help "balance the body", according to the Kin site. My husband recently attended an event at the more poshly spiritual version of Wework, the Assemblage where adaptogen cocktails were served. He claims that during a group meditation, he went into a fairly trippy state thanks to said adaptogens. 

According to Kin's website, "Kin was born from the desire to unite all creators through meaningful connection. We believe in a night where social isn’t sinful and self-care doesn’t stop at sunset". Pithy for sure, also expensive (each bottle is $47) and also completely sold out unitl February. My trend hat has me predicting a big, big interest in non alcoholic beverages that serve a higher sort of purpose. Kin is clearly cashing in on the trend. Here's a review on Vogue.com. I have to check this out for sure. Oh and best of all? No hangover. 

With so much interest in mindfulness and purpose and things that bring you joy, I expect a big cultural shift towards more higher minded ways to unwind and relax.  Interesting that. I'm completely open to all of it- I've never been shy when it comes to better living through chemistry, so bring it on. WWHTD aka What would Hunter Thompson do? He'd probably ask for a side of raw ether; rumor has it it goes well with euphorics.

Cause that's what's up this I want a new drug kind of Tuesday in the 718, Yours, in healthy, happy trails. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1367901 2019-01-28T15:57:26Z 2019-01-28T16:21:38Z Maven style file: When less is more, and more is more too

Good morning, Monday. Had a lovely breakfast with an old friend and now back at it, trying to get in the groove. Good weekend spent doing New Yorky things like museums, walks, and brunch with friends. All good. Now on with the work week.

So the couture shows in Paris. Blah blah blah, right? I mean- as a fashion nerd I can't help but gawk at them, and that Valentino show was surely one for the fashion books.  See image below. 

It was transcendent and beautiful and absolutely over the top in the best of ways. Dreamy clothes for the .000000001 percent.

And as a (not so) casual observer, I couldn't help but note the explosion of tulle all over the couture runways last week. It was the 80s all over again with frothy, fluffy confectionary dresses that could make your teeth hurt, as well as you wallet.  Love the Viktor & Rolf wink at the top of this post. Clothes with a sense of humor always make me smile. And as a thoroughly modern type,  I don't love a fussy dress. It does not work on me at all. But I do love that girly girl looks are everywhere, as are more modern silhouettes. Case in point at last night's SAG Awards. 

Two of my favorite looks felt very different in tone, but both so gorgeous. I always adore everything Emma Stone does on the red carpet. This look from Louis Vuitton was just the end. Modern, formal, and altogether perfect. And loving the darker red hair color- Megan Mullally sported a dark red do too and I very much approve.

On the other side of the spectrum was the marvelous Rachel Brosnahan, whose ice grey/blue Dior gown was so traditional, yet updated and modern but super feminine all at once. So stunning- the makeup, the hair, the earrings. I died. She really wears a dress so beautifully.

So regardless of which way you swing when it comes to style, there's something for you. And there's not one influence or one silhouette or one reference that we all want to emulate or copy. Instead, be girly. Be a bit more masculine. Be whatever you want to be. As fashion becomes more democratic by the hour, there's as much a place for couture powder puffs as there is for boiler suits. I like this. I like it a lot.

Today I passed by Wildfang on my way back from breakfast and admired the very androgynous pink jumpsuit in the window. I love that the very definition of female dress has caught up to the times. Well played.

Cause that's what's up this mode of a Monday in the 718. Yours, in having all the cake, and eating it too. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1367032 2019-01-25T14:56:41Z 2019-01-25T14:56:41Z Turn off the news, and call me maybe.

Hiya, Friday. Had the chance to catch up with an old friend last night and it's truly amazing to me how easy it is to take up where you left off. Something to be said for that. Not sure what but it's a powerful thing. I feel very lucky to have such lasting connections in my life.

And on that note, I'm vibing very heavily into a frequency that is less than pleasant, but equally powerful. I've heard from a lot of my friends of late that they're hurting, and feeling alone and a little lost as the new year takes hold. This is certainly not uncommon for January, but it feels really heavy right now. As an empathetic person, I can't help but want to wrap my arms around everyone who needs a hug or a hand or a chat right now- I feel these things so deeply. And if you're in that boat, please reach out. I'm here to listen. Life is really tough right now. This government shutdown is hurting a lot of our own citizens deeply, and damn if that does not have an effect on every single one of us in some way. And if it's not upsetting you, regardless of what side you're on, I don't know what to say. It's just awful in every damn way.

I really think we need to help each other as much as we can right now. This is not all woo woo at all. But this whole every person for themselves model does not seem to bi working. I challenge you to find someone or something you can devote yourself to this weekend. Whether it's protesting or simply calling someone you know would love to hear from you or adopting an animal in need. Just do something. I believe that if we all stand together and do compassionate things, maybe we can tip the scales and change the frequency. Enough is enough. And for those feeling strong, self care this weekend could mean caring for someone else who needs it. Doing good things is a wonderful way to take care of yourself. When I was working on a project some time ago for Dress for Success, I realized the incredible potency of sharing stories that are hard and painful to tell, and the grace of hearing those stories and feeling compassion for people you know very little. And how asking for help and realizing they needed help was putting something very good into the world- because on the other end are people who are willing to lend a hand and bring some good into the world.

And don't worry if you're feeling down or lonely or a bit desperate right now. These are beyond trying times. But just know that asking for a hand or help when you need it is never a bad thing. I know it's hard. When I'm down I completely close up and don't want anyone near me. That's the Cancerian in me- I head straight for my little crab shell.  But we need more push/pull happening and the idea of asking for help and getting help may just help tilt that axis to something a little more pleasant in the future. Oh and turn off the news. Just turn it off. I decided to listen to "Exile on Main Street" this morning instead of watching CNN. I can't.  And you shouldn't either. It's just too much. My pal in the local UPS store in my neighborhood (no doorman at my casa so I see him a lot) says it's better to give yourself an hour and listen to the BBC News Hour and then be done with it. I'd have to agree- they're far less prone to dramatics than our media folk.

Cause that's what's up this help is available kind of Friday in the 718. Yours, in reaching out and turning off the news. And keep going. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1366314 2019-01-23T16:31:18Z 2019-01-23T16:33:04Z Stella, I love you. Now about my hair...

Good morning, Wednesday. Gloomy but warmer today in the BK.  The element of surprise was alive and well this morning when I spontaneously decided to take an early spin class which happened to have a sub which happened to make it a brutal class which happened to lead to a whole lot of unexpected extra level sweat.  OK then.

So as I was cooling down, I spotted this Burberry story in February British Vogue, shot by Willy Vanderperre and featuring my girl crush of all girl crushes, Stella Tennant. How do I love Stella? Let me count the ways. Ok I can't. Because I love her to infinity. So regal, so stylish, so traditionally beautiful but not all at once. And that HAIR. How can you not love a Bowie/Stella kind of vibe like this? Over the top? Yars. Fabulous? Uh huh. Totally. Which gives me pause. 

Because I've been trying to grow my hair for a minute or two now and to do that, I simply throw it back and off my face so I can forget about it. A recent cut got me to that place I love more than anything- the shaggy Keith Richards vibe I'm always after. But any time I see Stella, it makes me want to hack it all off. As a long time short haired lady, growing my hair feels futile. But I persist. Because change is good. And I need change. But Stella...argh. You get it. You get me. And yea, I'm not Stella Tennant. But channeling her is always a very cool idea.  I could never do that slicked back vibe but that short hair is just the most chic.

Hoping this is my biggest drama of the week ps. I'm feeling in my zone lately and don't need any setbacks, of the follicle variety or otherwise. Cause that's what's up this STELLAAAAAA of a Wednesday in the 718. Yours, in to trim or not to trim.

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1365815 2019-01-22T12:31:07Z 2019-01-22T16:09:36Z Maven recommends: A leave on mask for dry, winter skin

Good morning, Tuesday. Cheers from the deep freeze. It's bonkers outside. But even worse are the heat pipes in my apartment- I can literally hear them sizzling. Thank goodness for humidifiers but skin really does take a beating in weather like this and heat like that.

I've written about how much I love Laneige's lip mask to keep chapped lips at bay. But a recent trip to Sephora for a random whatevs yielded a great gift to winter skin- and that's Laneige's Water Sleeping Mask for the face. I am OBSESSED with this gel based miracle. In the winter I always switch to a more heavy duty moisturizer that is more like the consistency of embalming fluid, but this moisturizer is whipped and cool and so light. it feels wonderful on dry skin and using it at night has made a huge difference on my skin.Now if only I could find the perfect hand cream- something I've never, ever needed before ps. Aging is FUN. Any recommends?

Oh and the best part? A big tub of this stuff is 25 dollars, and should last you most of the winter because you don't need to slather it on to excess. They also have a cooling Eye Sleeping Mask which is great on dark circles and costs 35 dollars. I know the idea of cooling is a hard sell in this weather, but that's what parched skin requires.  I love the idea of fixes while you're sleeping. Why not multitask during REM sleep? WHY NOT?  Both products won Allure awards, and they know a thing or two about a product or two.

Hang in there cold weather friends. We'll get through this. You just need the right gear,  and that should most definitely include the right products. Cause that's what's up this ice, ice baby of a Tuesday in the 718. Yours, in better living through skincare. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1365392 2019-01-21T13:26:19Z 2019-01-22T16:09:51Z What's it all about, mommy? The evolution of mommy style

Good morning, Monday. I'm not sure why the work gods smiled upon me the past few weeks, but grateful to be working from home right now because it's insanely cold outside. Hope wherever you are, you're staying warm. It hasn't been this bad all winter, yet here we are.

So something on my mind- about a week ago I posted an article  from the NYT (link here) about mom style in Brooklyn, and how it involves a No. 6 clog boot and something called a Salt strap, a fancy, crafty looking strap that you can attach to all of your favorite handbags for a bit of funky flair. I knew nothing of the strap ps although I can swear one of my fav stylish moms in Boston shouted this out a few years ago. Anyway, I'm well aware of the clog boot. Every mom and non mom alike in my neighborhood of Cobble Hill rocks them everywhere. I'm a big fan of a clog but somehow never bought these- I have a cool pair of No. 6 clog pump type things and a few pairs of Rachel Comey clog like objects. I've never been without a clog of some type in my wardrobe come to think of it, and I'm not even a mom. Mom by osmosis because of where I live? Perhaps. I was taken by how many of my friends had opinions and comments on the piece, with an almost overwhelmingly positive response while a few asked if the clogs were truly comfortable. I've always been intrigued by Brooklyn mommy style- the clogs, the oversized silhouettes, the hair in a bun revealing expensive highlights but lack of a hair brush. The perfect, fresh faced skin. Sure there's some that look a bit worse for wear from all night marathons with baby, but in general I've been amazed by how great and stylish the moms are in my neck of the woods.

I got to thinking about mom style and its evolution, as one does. I've always been a geek for fashion history, so I couldn't help but think about how mom dress has changed throughout the years. Obviously we are no longer in an era of leaving it to beaver in terms of style- the nipped in waist, full skirted look has not been in since the 50s. In the 60s I think many moms defaulted to the Jackie O. if they were not doing the hippie thing. My own mother was super chic with her blonde beehive and sleeveless sheath. This photo is from the 60s when my sister was wee and I just love it. You can see where I get it from, right?

Anyway, if I can look at my own mom, the 70s were a bit of a mixed bag- the true emergence of a more casual, laid back approach when it came to mom style- note the mom bun on my very own mom above, as well as some pretty tasty bell bottoms. I don't have a ton of pics from the era, but I recall a lot of silk head scarves, bell bottoms and button downs tied at the waist (that's my dad's mom, my dad, and my mom looking super duper fly). My mother was always a stylish type and I never, ever remember her dressing like a typical mom, whatever that implied. And then of course the 80s came and went. I will say this- I don't recall that many sexy moms in my come uppance, not like we see today. Or "cool" moms for that matter. Moms were just, well moms. 

That's why I'm having a hard time recalling what they dressed like in my true coming of age. All I have as a barometer is my own mother, who wore a ton of CP Shades and panne velvet in the 80s. Oh and a ton of gauze in the summer time. By a company called New Hero. It was cute. And bright. A lot of turquoise and coral if I'm remembering correctly. Here she is above with her popped collar and pearls and my ever present well dressed father, clowning for the cameras as per usual. He was a huge fashion plate too- and I now realize he was kind of hip hop in a weird way. Tons of Polo, Porsche Carrera shades, and shell toe Adidas.  I do recall that my own mom did not wear a ton of jeans once she hit her 40s, and neither do I. Strange that.

Enter the 90s and the ubiquitous mom jeans era. When those suckers became ironically stylish again, I almost threw up. That's a never, ever silhouette for me and that's that. Also- enter Peg Bundy, the mom who gave not a single F and dressed like a floozy and embraced a ton of mom do nots like NOT cooking, NOT dressing appropriately, etc. Her wise cracking, outsized tressed version of motherhood was refreshing, not to mention the mothering style of Roseanne, or lack thereof. Both of these sitcom moms came onto the scene at the tail end of the 80s, and dominated the 90s with their rebellious version of mommyhood.  Oh and coincidentally, this was also the era of "Sex and the City" where the notion of singledom and non motherhood became not only acceptable, but chic. I think that show affected me more than I care to admit. Suddenly, the option of tons of friends, tons of shoes, and no babies was completely ok. True I got married, but I can honestly say I never, ever felt societal pressure to have children. And I never imposed that on myself.

And now that most of my friends are mom, I'm the odd one out. My style is not reliant on picking up kids at school, play dates, or soccer practice. In that same NY Times article, a particular winter coat simply referred to as the "Amazon jacket" was mentioned, and to be honest, I had no idea what it was. As someone who follows fashion with a savant like ferocity, I felt remiss in not knowing about this phenomenon. And then my cool friend showed up wearing it at Balthazar for breakfast the other day. And she's the coolest mom I know. It's interesting how a phenomenon like that jacket can completely pass you by if you're not part of the mom brigade. I wondered if it would be weird if I wore one, though I do have a fur child so surely that could count? 

And then last night on Shark Tank I saw a very pretty young woman come on promoting her company, Sonnet James, a dress company for moms who are not the clog type and more the dress type. I admit I looked at these dresses and judged them as prissy at first, but then her story of a difficult childhood and then single motherhood had me flipping to her site and darn if I didn't see some really cute things there. I was touched by her journey and though I chalked her up initially as yet another Type A mommy from Silicon Valley, how wrong I was. Judging mothers is not nice by the way. And in my guilt, I bought a dress from her site. This leopard one. Because supporting other women is beyond important to me, even though I'm not a mom I figured I could pull off this dress. PS- aware of the obvious homage to Peg Bundy. 

What's striking to me most of all is there are plenty of options for all mommy styles. And though I've often thought about what my generation of "cool parents" will be like for all the kids who have to deal with parents in slouchy ski hats and designer sneakers, I think it will all be ok. Like everything, fashion evolves and flexes and I think it's cool that moms are even talking or thinking about preserving their personal style as their lives become more about the kiddos than spending hours in their closets.  And as I've aged out of dressing with too much this or that hanging out, I think I've embraced a bit of mama style myself. I often wear yoga pants all day, I crave comfort over everything else, and although I spend a good bit on my hair color, my hair style is often bed headed beyond bed headed. I suppose the bottom line is this- there's no big difference between mommy style and grown ass woman style. We all want the same things from our wardrobes. We all have busy, always on lives. And we all want to be stylish, but not spend too much time, money, or effort thinking about it.  And I do think the fact that women have babies so much later nowadays contributes to their desire to keep their personal style, and their sense of selves, intact. Case in point? One of my style icons, Christine Barberich, one of the founders of Refinery 29.  She just had a baby at age 49, and look how incredible she is. That's her above. I give her so much credit for doing it, and no, I'm not getting any ideas other than style tips from her. 

Just thought I'd share some thoughts on mom style, and the fact that although I'm well aware I live in a very chic style bubble known as New York City, I appreciate the rocking moms I see everywhere, looking fab as they juggle a million things all at once. Cause that's what's up this moms rock kind of Monday in the 718, Yours, in mom jeans and everything in between. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1364231 2019-01-17T14:09:16Z 2019-01-22T16:09:57Z Shutting down during the shutdown (and a few other thoughts)

Good morning, Thursday. I do believe this government shutdown has me shut down. I'm having a hard time finding inspiration right now and hoping putting it down for all of you to see will spark something within.

It's true that I've been WFH quite a bit lately, leading to a self imposed hibernation as winter takes hold. I've literally been waking up, working out, and then coming back home to work all day, not leaving the house unless I need to walk the dog. And inevitably, I have CNN blasting all day long while I do this. A very bad idea. For obvious reasons. Depressing.

Like so many, I re-found my voice when social media was born. I was a lifelong writer, then stopped for many years to pursue other things, then found my way back to writing leading to this blog and gratefully, professional writing assignments. We know that the playing field has been crowded for a minute in terms of bloggers/vloggers/tweeters. But I think we've reached absolute fever pitch and it's causing me to want to just be quiet. And I wish more people would be to. As in, please shut up.

I'm tired of brands taking a stand. Truly. I'm tired of tweets and retweets and hashtags. I'm tired of joining the conversation. I'm tired of being told what to buy, what to wear, and how to wear it. Look- I'm guilty of doing all of these things, and I love sharing my ideas and inspirations and thoughts with all of you. But I feel like this sea of dissent is starting to reach tsunami status. And it's taking me down. Or trying to anyway.

The Gillette commercial is a perfect example. People hate it. People love it. But why on Earth do we care about it? We're in pretty bad shape if we are looking for brands like Gillette to change the way men behave. I'm so so tired of this trend. Of brands trying to connect with new audiences by taking a stand. I like brands that take a stand, mind you. But I have always felt they should do so only when it makes sense for them to do so. Like Nike. Like Patagonia. And I loved what Dove did. But this? Meh. If they had real men talking honestly about men that would have been better. Or put your money where your (supposed) heart is and host discussions about how to create change in the world. Or better yet, just sell razors. And worry more that men are not shaving as much as they used to. Because that should be your cause. These truly are desperate times- I get it.  But do they call for desperate measures? It sure seems like it. What is a brand's true intention when doing something like this? 

I think my Gen X cynicism is really coming through lately. We hated brands that were so obviously trying to market to us. We didn't care if they took a stand. And as millennials become full fledged adults, maybe they'll become cynics too. I can only hope the generation behind them is as cynical as everyone says they are. Because maybe all of this grand "standing" will stop. And I've worked in advertising my whole life so I'm aware these are dicey waters. Advertising at its best is of course a reflection of the times, but these times are completely unprecedented and not sure words should speak louder than action. It's action time. That's my thought. Don't wait for a brand to tell you how to act. Be the change. Enough said.  And before you jump down my throat- I support positive change in the world. From the way men behave to the way women behave to the way people behave. I'm just not a big fan of how it's playing on prime time. Thing is, we've been told our voices need to be heard. But now it's all just screaming. Nonstop screaming.

The collective anger is palpable and as an empathic kind of person, I'm feeling depleted. Because sometimes you just want to buy a razor without a big old message. And you expect your government to make you feel safe and protected and not shut down for weeks on end. Today I'm having lunch with a friend and hopefully having a laugh or two. I really need to step away from my apartment and my television. Hopefully I'll get some much needed respite from all the doom and gloom and gather some inspiration to help bring back Maven's regularly scheduled programming. Also when did it become super ok to be a sheep? To be told what to eat, what to wear, who to be? Rinse. Repeat. Enough.

They say silence is deadly. But a little quiet wouldn't hurt would it?  Maybe all this noise is deadlier than silence. It's all just a bit too much.

Cause that's what's up this what's going on kind of Thursday in the 718. Yours, in shut downs, break downs, and meltdowns.  XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1362271 2019-01-11T14:44:51Z 2019-01-11T14:54:18Z It's Friday, I'm in Love: My top five picks this week

Good morning and happy happy Friday to all. I've got my hands in many pots this week but enjoying the journey of getting back to it. I admit it's not easy but I woke up this morning feeling energized after my workout and looking forward to some fun new projects. And with the weekend on the horizon, I'm psyched to catch up on some must see movies (The Favourite, Vice, etc.) and hang.

Anyhoo, here's five things I'm super digging on this week. Have a look and happy weekend:

Gucci Westman foundation stick.  Loving this stick from famous makeup artist Gucci Westman. I was a stick skeptic until I tried this one, and though she makes a very expensive foundation brush, you really can apply directly onto skin and blend with your fingers- I found that application better than my Sephora foundation brush. Love how natural this formula is- not a ton of coverage but a beautiful and sheer finish for those who love that no makeup/makeup vibe. Have I told you about this one before ps? I can't recall. Well it's that good so worth shouting out again if so. Buildable coverage and no yucky ingredients. All good.

Paraboots. OMG. A very chic French woman I follow had a pair of these on in a recent Instagram post and I fell back in love with these. I had a pair in high school if you can believe that- so ahead of my time. Ha. Loving these practical shoes that have been around for over 100 years- very chic with cropped trousers or with a skirt or dress. So chic.

The Real Real. Oy vey. The Real Real. Where have I been when it comes to this amazing site full of gently used luxury goods? Amazing deals on all your favorite designers. So good. Currently eyeing up a Proenza Schouler bag. Back in love with that brand big time. Need to visit their brick and mortar in Soho. Or do I?

Christophe Robin moisturizing hair creme. I love CR products so much. They are excellent all around but currently loving this sandalwood infused hair creme that's a leave on conditioner. Makes your hair super soft and manageable- bonus points if you use after the lemon mask to get rid of any product build up and leaves you hair super clean and healthy but not too fluffy.

Meg trousers. I'm a dress girl. We know this. Lately I'm loving pants too. And these pleathery pants are all that. And they're on sale. They're part jogger/part trouser/all amazingly chic and comfortable. Love them. Wear with everything you own. Lovely lines and super easy peasy. They're out of stock online but available in store. Ooh and they're warm too.

Hoping you have a wonderful weekend. Cause that's what's up this five alive kind of Friday in the 718. Yours, in favorite things. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1361342 2019-01-08T12:34:07Z 2019-01-09T00:13:42Z Can't commit to your resolutions? Give 'em a little lip service (courtesy of Glossier)

Good morning, Tuesday. Is anyone else having a tough time getting back to real life after the break if you had one? I know i am. Big time. And everyone's endless resolutions on social media are making me feel ill. So in that spirit, let's talk about lipstick. Because certainly you can commit to spending under 20 bucks for something new that doesn't feel as daunting as say- getting control of your carbs, becoming a lady boss, or Kond'oing your closet (just looking at her stresses me out). 

I bring you the humble new formulation of Glossier's Generation G lipstick. I don't know about you, but I'm not a fan of a freshly applied lip. I like to blot it about ten times onto any paper I have available in my purse so it looks more settled and stained than heavy. I think I've told you before I have  a real love/hate thing with lipstick- sometimes I feel like a clown mouth when I wear it. But this lipstick is perfect for the lipstick averse, and you don't even need to lose a single pound or declutter to enjoy it. Word of warning: I'm not in love with the texture as it feels a bit drying even though they reformulated, though I think a sheer, matte lip is a brilliant idea. To solve that I can't recommend Laneige's lip sleeping mask at night time enough- I've written about it before and it's a wintertime savior. No chapped lips here. 

Anyhoo, I'm loving the Cake color from Glossier. That's the one I ordered because I love a barely there lip. It's the perfect just bitten, peachy hue and goes with almost anything else you put on your face. I also have Jam which is a deep berry (also nice) and am currently coveting Zip, a red hue and Like, a pinkish rose (my go to).  So pretty and barely there. I say make a resolution to get some damn lipstick and forget everything else. The rest will happen. But good lipstick shouldn't wait.

Cause that's what's up this beauty resolution of a Tuesday in the 718. Yours, in a little lip service. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1360812 2019-01-07T17:11:52Z 2019-01-07T20:26:38Z Learning, haggling, and very little chewing: my thoughts on ten days in Israel

Good morning, Monday. Back at it back at it back at it.

So let's get to it. I know you all are dying to hear about my trip to Israel so without delay, here's my take.

Israel is not a country of pleasantries. 

It is a homeland. A battleground. A sacred space. But it's rough, and for those more superficially inclined, a bit unpleasant.

I want to tell you that somehow my Judaism came running back to me with fervor and gusto and passion. I want to tell you that Israel feels like home because I'm a Jew. I want to tell you I listened in rapt attention to every last detail about the motherland and why it matters so much. But I can't. Because for all intents and purposes, that was not exactly my experience. My Jewish self loathing would not exactly allow for such epiphanies. Because I was too busy being hit across the bridge of my nose by an Orthodox man's hat just after takeoff from New York, a perfect metaphor fo the trip really, but more on the meaning of said hat thing later.

So back to the basics- we departed for Israel on Christmas Day and met my husband's father and his wife in Newark, along with the rest of our tour group. Yes, tour group. I said tour group. We greeted our group with bagels from New York City, in a bid to win over a bunch of Jews who wanted to get really, really Jewish. Think olive branch, but the Brooklyn version. It worked. 

After we boarded the plane, things got biblical.

Take the two Orthodox ladies, in full babushka'd regalia, running back and forth down the plane aisles because one of them lost their passport. Which, ps, you needed to board the plane so...really? This went on for what seemed like forever until they found them and collapsed into their seats. But then it turns out the Orthodox man in front of David could not sit next to a woman during the flight, so a game of Jewish musical chairs ensued, in which my father-in-law's wife had to give up her aisle seat in favor of a middle seat, just to take one for the team. Good on her. Noble.

And then our plane got evacuated. Because of a belligerent kid who didn't want to check his skateboard. I can't make this up. Oh and next to me was the Israeli Fran Lebowitz. Quipping and cracking with what appeared to be a much younger boyfriend, who seemed apt to laugh at every one of her snarkisms.  But I digress.

Because after the Israeli Tony Hawk got 86'd from the plane, we re-boarded and took off. And that's when the fun really started.

Over 10 hours of people pacing, shining big lights on prayer books and frantically discussing when to pray considering the 7 hour time difference, and an incident where yours truly got hit across the bridge of my nose by the hard edges of that aforementioned hat.  Crazy. And very much like Israel itself.

Israel is a place where your values are confronted with some very hard facts. Where everything is in your face, yet often difficult to see until you really see it. It's a place where you get bumped into  relentlessly, and your hummus is almost always slammed on the table instead of placed delicately in front of you. There is nothing delicate about Israel. Because there is no time for that. When you are surrounded by hostile borders and enemies, it seems irrelevant to say excuse me all the time, or worry that your table manners or waiter service are less than erudite.

 I couldn't help but wonder what all the Japanese tourists I saw were thinking- having been to Japan I'd say Israel is almost the opposite. Japan is quiet, considerate, delicate to a fault. Israel? Israel is loud, bustling, aggressive. Funny as a New Yorker I find any of that jarring, but I do. New York is not as abrasive or abrupt as people think. Israel on the other hand? Don't ever expect an excuse me. It ain't happening.

But it is also extraordinary in its richness of culture, character, and strength. Does it have the cleanest public bathrooms? No. It does not. But what it lacks in finesse it more than makes up for in importance. It's important to know that Israel, though a young country, has been through it time and time again. That its fighters on Masada thousands of years ago would rather commit mass suicide than be enslaved by the Romans. That three world religions- Judaism, Christianity, and Islam all have bled for Israel and will most likely do so again. Israelis are rough, tough, and completely wonderful. You just have to accept that they are not going to be polite or anything less than 100% real. 

Here's a few other thoughts I had while there:

If you are toothless, you will eat like a boss.  The food, though delicious, is often quite mushy. Think hummus, yogurt, and many other soft foods that require little more than a set of gums. I will admit this wore on me after a while. Plus it's hard to get past the presentation. As a visually motivated person, more often than not, the food in Israel looks largely regurgitated (David and I took to calling it much much (get that chhh sound at the end(. But like most things in Israel, get past the way things look and dig in. Because if you can ignore the visuals, you will enjoy some of the most magical food of your life. A favorite? The hummus at Abu Hassan, a joint in the truest of senses. If you don't know what you want, don't worry. There is no menu but the Arabic owned business will take care of you, as long as you don't mind your amazing bowl of chickpea'd goodness being slammed down on the table. Hard. Absolutely amazing food, and experience- full of local lunch time people and some in the know tourists. Good eating. Oh and- should you feel tired of all the dippy things, go for pizza in Israel. It's kind of great everywhere should you tire of the relentless mush. And coming from New York, you know I know my stuff.  Also so much garlic. Not great for romance.

Be prepared to go back to school. Listen I'm the last gal who ever thought I would be on a tour group, yet there I was, on a bus every day and I'm eternally grateful to my father-in-law for taking us on this incredible adventure. Again- I'm not much of a tour type. I'm rebellious and independent and require a great deal of personal space and free time when exploring a new place. But because Israel's history is fascinating, dense, and rich, it is nice to have someone tell you why, when, and what when it come to major historical importance. I admit my attention span ain't great, but I learned a ton. And there's a good chance I would never, ever go to an underground bullet factory or former refugee camp. Looking back, I'm happy we saw as much as we did. You truly can't avoid the touristy stuff in Israel, it's a big part of the experience. But be sure to build in some time to soak in the place. We bailed on the tour one day in Tel Aviv and found ourselves loving our walk through the Florentin neighborhood (Israel's answer to Bushwick) as well as a long jaunt through old Jaffa, my favorite place of the whole trip. Amazing old market and fabulous new designer boutiques. So so good.

Let push come to shove. This one's a doozy for Americans and most cultures. Israel is a place where you will most likely be bumped into repeatedly while perusing the halvah at the souk. It's going to happen. And you can't be mad at it. It's just part of the culture. Plus Israelis and Arabic people almost always sound like they're yelling, even when they're not. Takes some getting used to but then becomes a relief to not have to apologize all the time. And your elbows will come in incredibly handy when trying to navigate all the meshugas.

Haggle. A lot. One of my favorite things about Israel from the both times I've been there have been the amazing stalls in the markets of the Old City in Jerusalem as well as in Old Jaffa in Tel Aviv. Never, ever pay the price they quote you for that necklace, scarf, or trinket. They expect and want you to haggle with you. And don't be surprised if you get that leather satchel purse down to a quarter of the price you were originally quoted. I know. Because it happened to me. Also I found myself loving the game- the hustle is ancient and amazing in this part of the world and it's a lot fo fun to watch and participate in. You will more often than not end up in the back of a stall where something "special" awaits. The challenge is to get out of the stall with some shekels in your pocket. Good luck with that.

Enjoy the old, but embrace the new. Sure the old city in Jerusalem is magical, but don't forget about the amazing newness that Israel can offer. Two places that stood out for me were the amazing OCD in Tel Aviv, a tasting menu restaurant with two nightly seatings featuring the most amazing kitchen theater and food ( think eggplant ice cream and sublime fish). Then, I fell hard for Anny Jacobsen, a local designer whose store had me wanting absolutely everything in it.  And the amazing Neve Tzedek neighborhood is the oldest in Tel Aviv but home to shopping that can rival any fashion capital's, amidst old edifices and thousands of street cats.  I'm an old soul as you know so adore the mingling of old and new just about everywhere. Divide that by the mix of cultures and you've got the most special sauce around.

Oh and a quick style note- saw an excellent exhibit on Israeli style at the Israel Museum in Jerusalem and it was great. In terms of style is it apparent in this land at all? Not exactly. It's not a place for flashy labels or fashion bloggers, a huge relief. It's truly the most casual country ever. One trend I noted was that everyone  (and I do mean everyone) was rocking Blundstones, the Tasmanian born shoe that's a cross between a Chelsea and a hiking boot.  I like 'em.

Don't expect a miracle. In terms of my Judaism, did I feel any more connected to it than I did before? Not necessarily. I'm not a religious person, but I know who I am and I am proud to be Jewish, but did not necessarily feel a pull towards being more observant. One highlight on the religious front happened in Jerusalem where David and I received an Aliyah (blessing) from the rabbi who bar mitzvah'd him. Incredible. It is hard to ignore the spiritual aspect and expectation of such a trip, but I'm not sure it made me want to be more observant. Though it did make me want to visit this magical land again and again. This time, heading south to Eilat and soaking in some sunshine. And I think that all of us on that tour bus, from all different mindsets, disciplines, and walks of life felt the same. And that's saying a lot. I did see a ton of kids doing birthright and to be honest, they could not have been more annoying (or more full of hickies). Bizarre.

Also funny- Israelis like to present things in questions. As in: "What would you do?", said with a shrug of the shoulders. I suppose this is because living in Israel is all about having to make very fast decisions, amidst a constant threat of attack or who knows what. I will say there was not a single second where I felt scared. Even when literally staring at some hostile borders or driving through some less than friendly places. And considering the actual national emergency of gun violence we have in this country, Israel felt safe. Very safe. Until it's not. And as many Israelis will tell you, it's not an if. It's a when.

And back to the Orthodox man and his weapon of choice (his hat), it's true the blow to my nose was not welcomed. But sometimes a blow to your comfort and quiet is a good thing, and truly, Israel will take you there. You will watch countless cheesy videos at tourist sites and wonder why someone like Spielberg can't do this country a solid when it comes to tourist films, but you will understand more about the complicated nature of this country, even when it feels blunt and painful and somewhat shocking. 

I suppose that's it for now. I've got to get my head in the game but part of me is still strolling around Jaffa in the sunshine, enjoying my daily bread amidst the most beautiful patina I've ever seen. If you like your patina with a side of hummus and a double dose of reality, go to Israel. It's quite an experience, religious or otherwise. I adored it and found it intriguing, frustrating, and absolutely delicious. And like many things worth unpacking, it's complicated. Cause that's what's up this first day back kind of Monday in the 718. Yours, in excellent adventures. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1355051 2018-12-19T14:32:27Z 2018-12-19T14:38:08Z What "Laverne and Shirley" taught me about female friendship

Good morning, Wednesday. It's bright and sunny in the city and I'm looking forward to wrapping up this week and hitting up the holy land. Going to be amazing.

In other news, I was so sad to hear about Penny Marshall's death yesterday. I thought she was absolutely hilarious and her role as Laverne left a pivotal impression on me as a girl. "Laverne and Shirley" was probably my favorite show on television as a kid, and now that I'm older its value as a true testament to female friendship is not lost on me.

For those who don't know, the show was about two women living in Milwaukee and working at a brewery. They lived in a basement apartment and had many hilarious adventures. Laverne was the loud, somewhat promiscuous sass pot while Shirley (or Shirl) was more of a nervous nelly type who was a bit of a prude but hilariously neurotic and feisty. Unlikely friends? Perhaps. But that's what I loved so much- they were totally different characters but adored each other. And them making their way in the world as middle class, independent women felt real.  The show takes place in the 50s (but shot in the 70s and early 80s), and at that time, I'm not sure what the notion of "working women" meant but unmarried women living on their own was probably unheard of. When you fast forward to other shows of our lifetime about female friendship- "Sex and the City" and "Girls", there's some lovely moments but there's plenty of eye rollers where you are pretty certain that nobody who writes for a newspaper can afford that many pairs of Manolos, or that nobody could be more loathsome than any of the characters in "Girls". 

Laverne and Shirley were lovable, goofy types with lovable, goofy friends. I'll never forget what they showed me about having each other's backs, accepting each other for who we are and who we are not, and supporting each other as we navigate this thing called life. I even like what many called the jump the shark moment of the show, when the girls moved out to sunny California.  Them encountering their first earthquake is one of the funniest episodes of the entire show. Watch it here it still makes me laugh to this day.  I love how perfectly these ladies show the wacky hilarity of female friendship.  That it's ok to be vulnerable, silly, and most of all, hilarious. That "L" of Laverne's stands not only for her name, but also for love. And I loved every minute of that fantastic era. Their famous theme song noted that they were going to do it their way, and they sure did. And they were absolute comedic geniuses.

Thanks for the memories, Penny Marshall. "Laverne and Shirley" taught me a great deal about the kind of friend I wanted to be.

Cause that's what's up this schlemiel, schlamazel of a Wednesday in the 718. Yours, in best friends and boo boo kitties. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1354697 2018-12-18T15:19:00Z 2018-12-18T21:11:37Z A few of my least favorite things

Good morning, Tuesday. I'm still in a relatively snarky mood so I'll just keep on going. 

As you know, I'm not much of a joiner. Yea, I get swept up in the latest and greatest things all the damn time. But mostly, I don't tend to like what the masses like, unless of course, I can put my own spin on it. But lately, popular sentiment for certain things has me questioning my own humanity. What's wrong with me that I don't like the following things?

Jason Momoa. I know, right? WTF is wrong with me that I don't like this big brawny charming human? I admit I was seduced by him when he was on GOTS, but now he's just a big doofus in my mind. And I don't like all that hair. And I don't like the way he dresses. Nor do he find him remotely humorous, even when he tries to be. Plus he's mad cheesy. But everyone loves him so clearly I'm the loathsome one. And that whole moms going to see Aquaman because omghe'shot meme is so annoying.

Everlane. Fucking Everlane. Lines around the block to shop for possibly the most boring, ill fitting clothes I've ever seen. I'm not mad at that round toed pump of theirs, but everything else can just f off to mediocrity. Why are we celebrating mediocrity, even when I do like their responsible sustainability? I just don't like their clothes.  They're like the vanilla ice cream of style or fashion for lazy people. Blech. Also some girl with vocal fry at the store was like "can you please tie up your umbrella before putting it in the bin. TH-ANKS". Ugh.  Oh and ps- I know I always talk about my love for the Gap back in the day- it's because there was always a coolness there. To me, Everlane is the opposite of cool, capiche? 

Poke. I liked poke for a second. When I worked in midtown. And then I went back to being kind of grossed out by it. Because truly, it's pretty gross. I think it's the fish chunk thing. I dunno. Next. Not sure what midtown has to do with fish chunks but here we are. 

Peganism. Go Paleo. Go vegan. But making a diet an acronym is so super annoying I want to go all Cavewoman on someone. 

Dad sneakers. Please dear Lord stop this trend. I can't anymore. Because truly I'm starting to like them even though I HATE them. I guess that may be the point but enough. Unless you're a cool Japanese girl. Then continue. 

BONUS: Radiohead. I KNOW. I'm sorry not sorry. They drive me completely insane. Thom Yorke's endless whining is like hell for me. Except for two songs really. "Everything in its Right Place" and maybe "Karma Police". But more than ten minutes of Radiohead makes me  think bad thoughts. Mostly about myself but still. This one stings a few of you out there I know. But I can't help it. They don't do it for me. At all.

Hmm I'm sure there's many more but those are just a few of my least favorite things. Clearly Trump and his bullshit would make the list but everybody hates him now so...cause that's what's up this flying solo kind of Tuesday in NJ. Yours, in false prophets. Come at me, bro.  XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1354334 2018-12-17T15:36:06Z 2018-12-17T15:36:06Z On becoming obscure (yet getting more clear)

Good morning, Monday.  You're here. I'm here. We're alive. Mazel.

So while commuting and listening to my Discover Weekly this am (Spotify's custom playlist based on your vibes in case you don't know), "Take the Skinheads Bowling" by Camper Van Beethoven came on. While I was on a shuttle bus. Going through the Lincoln. Headed to New Jersey. Surrounded by young kids at the dawn of their career, while mine resembles something more like the twilight state you have when you're getting surgery, except with less Versed. But I digress.

Because it occurred to me, as it often does at this point in the game, how a song like "Take the Skinheads Bowling" would only be recognizable to a certain demographic, namely my generation, X. How a song like that provides a happy recall of oversized sweatshirts and asymmetrical bobs and good old angst ridden, teenaged revelry. A song like that instantly makes you remember who you are, and who you were. I'm not sure it tells you where you're headed,  but no matter. You get it. Or you don't. If you're one of the kids on my shuttle bus, chances are you don't unless you're a requisite music nerd. 

It's interesting to me how different age groups have such identifiable markings. Like a leopard's spots. It's humbling in one way and scary in another. Humbling because there's a good amount of gravitas in knowing that a certain random song from a certain college brand from the 80s will resonate with those who heard it when it first released and appreciated it for its rather ludicrous refrain:

"Take the skinheads bowling

Take them bowling
Take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling
Take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling
Take the skinheads bowling

Take them bowling"

On the other hand, it's scary that so many other people in your everyday life have no frame of reference for this song. It doesn't mean you shouldn't hang with them of course, but the older we get, the more our references fall on deaf ears. Maybe I just need to hang out with music nerds exclusively so as to negate this sticky wick. I don't know. It's just a thought i had amidst the millions of existential crisis ponders I had on the road this morning.

Because 'm starting to itch in places I've never itched before. Not literally, mind you. But figuratively. I feel like I want to make big, sweeping changes but the lingo and energy it takes to get there is not really cutting it for me. In fact, nothing's really cutting it for me. Is it depression? Doesn't feel that way. Maybe it's a bit of that angst I spoke of. And maybe songs about skinheads participating in great American past times is bringing out the rebellious teen in me. The one who never thought she'd be sitting in an office park debating the relevance of acronyms (this already happened ps- and it's not even 11 am).  Point is- I'm assessing big moves for January and beyond. I can no longer continue to feel out of context.  Not because millennials have shit taste in music. Just because I need to up my game for where I am in my very own life.  Funny how the more we let go of our youth, the more we somehow become more clear about who we are. Or at the very least, it's as ridiculous and weird as a somewhat obscure hit from the 80s. Link to video here. Classic.

Just wanted to share that this am as I'm feeling like I need to make some new references to sync up with where I am right here and now.  I'm not sure any of this makes sense. I guess I just really wanted to see who amongst my friend group knew this song. Cause that's what's up this musical Monday in dirty Jerz. Yours, in shuttle busses and deep thoughts.  What will you discover this week? XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1352525 2018-12-11T17:39:47Z 2018-12-11T17:41:04Z A little inspo for your get up and go: Make like an icon and travel in style

Good afternoon, all. Well travel is upon us with the holidays and such and I for one could use a little airport inspiration. And though I am dying to wear my new Alo leggings inflight, I'm going to resist the urge and try hard to wear something somewhat chic (no guarantees, try being the operative word). With that in mine, here are some all star looks that give new/old meaning to the word "jetset". How insanely great do all of them look? I want to revive stylish travel, truly. Here's how to look like your favorite star of yesteryear.

Brigitte Bardot- I mean- ridiculously chic. What do you need to make like Bardot and go? I'd suggest an animal print coat, large scarf (the French and their scarves you know) and a beret if you can pull it off and not look crazy. 

I love this spotted faux fur trench from House of Fluff. But all price points and styles available. Also bonus points for buying vintage. But this coat is magical. And animal free.

Twiggy- Don't you just love her brand of Anglo fab? To get the look today try a flared,cropped trouser, some loafers, and a cute jacket. Presto. Instant Twigs. Safe travels.

For a splurge, get these Gucci Vegas loafers for that cool block heel like Twiggy's sporting above.

And probably the one I could best emulate on the list- Shirley Maclaine. Lord bless wacky sunglasses and a short haircut and all black. Yes, I think I can. Here's a link to a fun pair that won't break ze bank.

Marilyn in fur. You go and get faux fur and a pair of heels and fly yourself to the moon. This one's a great fake, the only way.  Genius. Sexy. Gorgeous.

Oh, Cher. If only we could turn back time. A big part of me wants to see her Broadway show ps. I can't help myself. Love this hippie 70s ethnic vibe to fly to Peru or Tulum or somewhere fabulous. Your version can be an Isabel coat, folksy bag, snug sweater and belled jeans. And a cowboy hat. Duh. PS the woman behind her is serving major travel realness too. The head scarf is a great look, no? 

Found the above fab Zara number on Poshmark. So good.

Dear sweet Audrey. For those of you lad-ehs out there- this is your look. Go mod and short and you can't go wrong- and add a designer bag to boot. I personally could not fly with bare legs but you do you. Oh and you can't go wrong with a good Speedy bag from LV. Timeless.

Michael Caine, Ringo, and wives in tow going to Liz Taylor's 40th. Um yea. Love. Chic outerwear, rock star hair, languid gazes. Yes and yes. This coat is cool.  And so is this one. And I know I'm doing a lot of faux fur and trenches but there's a reason. See below.

So what have we learned hmm hmm? We've learned that the chicest women from the 60s and 70s have some things in common when it comes to traveling in style. Trenches, animal prints, fur (now faux because of course faux). A great boot or block heeled loafer, and a relaxed silhouette when it comes to your bottom half. And of course, a good handbag. Of the iconic designer varietal if available to you.

Just wanted to give you some get up and go inspo as we all prepare to fly the friendly skies. Yours, in taking back travel, one great look at a time. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1351065 2018-12-07T13:12:49Z 2018-12-11T21:24:10Z On Jews and Christmas

Good morning and TGIF. It's been a long week but looking forward to some major league friend time this weekend. 'Tis the season.

I was thinking about how much I love Christmas and have written here about my Christmas envy, considering I'm Jewish. My sister and I have always joked about it- she is partial to a more Irish Catholic kind of Christmas (think Kennedys) and I've always been partial to a more over the top Italian/Dyker Heights/Feast of the Fishes mystique. But I digress. Because Jews can't do Christmas. Even if we try.

Case in point. This year i bought a fairly legit Christmas tree. Not huge, but not tabletop either. David and I put some music on and dressed the tree with some ornaments purchased locally- pretty gold star things and some small gold balls, and of course lights. I was going for more tasteful and restrained than my Italian Christmas obsession, but alas- the tree is cute, but doesn't quite cut it when it comes to Christmas miracles. Here's a picture of it. I just don't know how to make it great. I have no real frame of reference. I didn't grow up with Christmas and I'm a little long in the tooth now to learn.

My sister sent me this picture the other night. That's me. And my very 70s coiffed dad. And yes, that's some Christmas decor in the background. Apparently there were stockings. Since I was too young to remember this now, I rely on my sister's recall to regale me with tales of Christmas's (how do you pluralize this?I can't even do that) past. 

According to her, this was the first and only time we did Christmas at my house. My dad put up some festive wrapping paper on the wall in our den, think wallpaper vibes. Fairly clever if you ask me, although obviously not tasteful. My sister told me my dad STAPLED our gifts to the wall. Stapled? Who does that? My dad. That's who. He also used to nail picture frames to the wall. I guess he really wanted things to not fall down. Also the obvious omission was a tree. Thus the stapled to the wall gifts, including that sexy Spirograph you see. Maybe the tree was too goyish. Probably. As I looked at this picture, my sister reminded me how very happy I was. I must admit, I do look fairly chuffed. She then told me she unwrapped the Spirograph and put it on my head.  Also what's with the undershirt, pops? Ah, the holidays.

Yesterday I was at my local nail salon, fixing a botched pedicure. My nail ladies are Jews from Uzbekistan. My neighborhood is traditionally Italian American and requires more than a bit of Christmas cheer, so the woman who runs the place had her husband, who sports a huge star of David around his neck, putting up Christmas decor.   I watched as his befuddlement turned to frustration. How was he supposed to know what to do with all this tinsel, lights, and green and red objets? He gave up on the decor, after some cursing in Russian and sweating, and just sort of spread the accessories through the salon, in sort of weird bas reliefs vs. hanging them properly. It was sad to say the very least. As sad as my botched pedicure.

Now of course there are BIG exceptions to my thesis. I have a friend who lives in a super posh part of Boston, in a beautiful storybook home. Her Christmas tree appears to come out of a Currier and Ives painting. I think this is because she's surrounded by old monied Wasps. Perhaps they showed her how. Or she hired someone to decorate it, though not likely. PS her last name is Cohen. I'm not entirely sure how she pulled it off but yamulkes off to her.

Also my aunt does a gorgeous tree, though her husband, who converted to Judaism, grew up with Christmas so they have a more than slight aptitude and advantage to us 100% Ashkenazi types. This was one of her trees a few years back, with my sister's very non Jewish dog, Rosie sitting by it. Nice, right?

And though we pretend to love that crappy Adam Sandler Hannukah song and enjoy our stinky, fried latkes, no dreidl could substitute for a proper tree. A spinning top vs. a Douglas fir? Nope. Not even close. And with Christmas becoming more and more of a secular holiday, maybe we can all become experts on decor. Is there a master class I can take? I prefer to be better prepared next year. After all you can take a horse to water, but can you teach a Jew Christmas? The jury is still out. Oh and for those keeping score- guess where I'll be Christmas Day? On a plane to Israel. Oh, the irony. 

Cause that's what's up this most wonderful time of the year kind of Friday in Brooklyn. Yours, in yuletide carols and silent nights.  Oh, and Happy Hannukah. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1350565 2018-12-05T15:03:27Z 2018-12-05T15:04:57Z Gift guide: Free People's got something for all your lady pals

Good morning, pals. It feels so good to be sharing on the blog again. I love discovering new things and showing you all of them. And today is no exception. Because the stress of holiday shopping is real. And because Free People has so many amazing options on ONE SITE- you could literally buy something for every female (and pet) on your list and have fun doing it. I love love love what they're doing online- super smart mix of high, low, and everything in between - well curated between beauty, fashion, and home. Such good things. Here's a few of my favorite gift ideas for all the archetypes in your life. 

For the hippie chick: This piece is called the Rising Sun kimono and it's RAD. We all know a girl with long layers and a sunshine vibe that needs this. So cool for lounging, brunching, anything really. Probably best for gals in LA but that's just my two cents. SO GOOD.

For the weather obsessed cool chick: Inuikii classic weather boot- OK- caveating the crap out of this one- these are EXPENSIVE. But how cool is a red boot like this to give a lil color pop when it's so grey outside? Just love these so much. Want them for myself. I am weather obsessed after all. Dark Sky much? 

For ankle poppers:The cutest socks- Love all of these as I'm having a bit of a sock renaissance in my life (I usually hate wearing socks but lately loving them with a low top van and some ankle showing). So many cute options- and five for $30 makes for a stylish and useful gift.

For the astrologically inclined: How CUTE is this idea? Love a beauty set that focuses on the zodiac signs- there are four varieties for water, earth, air, and fire from Pai Skincare, a great clean beauty brand.  So awesome and such a thoughtful gift.

For the dog lover: I mean- this is so good. How can you not love a collar like this? Her pooch will be the toast of the town. Kimono lady would probably like this too, ps.

For the sorceress: Yes, we all know one. And it seems that witchy poo things are in right now amidst so much chaos. This book should hit the spot. Put a spell on her with this gift.

For the warm and fuzzy type: Know someone who loves to cuddle and get cozy? This beanie is so cute. It's the accessory equivalent of comfort food. Such a pretty and warm statement.

For the design inclined coffee lover: Owning a french press is a bit of a hipster right of passage. This one is chic. I love the burnt orange one and any of your say -architect/graphic design types would dig this, I'm sure of it. Perfect for any Brooklyn brownstone or beyond.

For the fashionista party girl: To know one is to love one. And chances are she's always looking for something new to wear. This sparkly dress should make any disco queen happy.  Who doesn't love a new dress? Party girl suitors reading this- buy the dress, and then take her to a fabulous date so she can wear it. You're welcome.

For the freelance work from home/couch potato lady: If you know someone who watches CNN all day while working on her laptop (yours truly basically), a jumpsuit is a great way to be dressed but undressed. You could easily throw on a cardi over this number and make a Starbucks run, or you could simply chill inside, basking in the glory of your so called freelance life. Just a thought.

So there you have it- all the things. And many more to be discovered for all your favorite chickadees. Get on it, and have at it. Cause that's what's up this free to be kind of Wednesday in the Jerz.  Yours, in great gifts. XO


Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1350045 2018-12-04T14:54:08Z 2018-12-04T19:36:41Z The Beauty Issue: Five products I'm loving this December

Good morning, Tuesday. It's been a while since I've shouted out any beauty products, so here's a few new doo dads I've been enjoying of late.  It's the holiday season and it's time to get the product mix right when it comes to personal gifting. Yes, that's Anja Rubik shot by Daniel Jackson for Vogue Germany a few months back. But don't you just? I know. Me too.

Here are a few high and low things for the holidays- leopard coat and boots not included.

Maybelline Instant Age Rewind concealer. OK maybe I saw some young influencer type waxing poetic on Instagram stories about this. Maybe she's about 23. But maybe I found her post intriguing enough to try this product for myself- and boy, do I love it. Fabulous, low cost concealer. Does a dark circle good. Or bad as it were. Really brightens the under eye area beautifully. That packaging though....get your mind out of the gutter. And I'll get mine out of it too. ;)

Oribe Mystify Restyling Spray. THIS. A cross between a dry shampoo and a re-styler- it's the best thing EVER to remove your ponytail bump post barre class or just give a bit of zing to a tired, day old hairstyle. I'm obsessed with it and used it between washings on my shoot and it was an absolute lifestyle. Gives just the right amount of texture and crunch. So good.

Chanel Le Volume Revolution Mascara. Oh hells to the yes this may be my fav mascara of all time. Thickens and almost allows for a naked eye if you're so inclined (only thing you really need for your eyes to not look dead). I love this product. I think mascara is all about the wand and love this wand/brush so much- easy to apply and gives max volume and thickness. Great. I gotta say- Chanel really knocks it out of le parc every time lately when it comes to beauty. Amazing products and lots of fun launches.

Essie Leggy Legend. So lately I've taken to 70s hues when painting my nails. I'm LOVING this color- a copper that goes well with my tresses and just has that rock and roll 70s feel that I love so much. And festive in its own right for the holidays.

Aesop body oil. I've always been a big fan of Neutrogena's body oil but this version, though certainly more spendy, is just so lovely. The scent is vaguely medicinal but in a chic, hippie homeopathic way. And it's great when you just get out of the shower and want to protect against winter skin because it's Vitamin E enriched and super nourishing. Highly recommend.

So there you have it- a few of my favorite things for December and excellent self gifting opportunities to boot. You're welcome, darlings. 

Cause that's what's up this beauty-ful morning in NJ (again). Yours, in products make the world go 'round. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1349948 2018-12-03T15:56:08Z 2018-12-03T15:57:40Z Is it ever as good as the first time? (Hint: fashion's banking on it)

Good morning, Monday. I'm working on a new writing project right now which should be really fun and I'm happy to be working through the holidays. For some reason, I love working through Christmas because it's a nice way to end the year. And as some of you know, I'm off to Israel on Christmas Day with my husband and his family. Looking forward to that.

Anyhoo, nostalgia much? I'm not sure what's happening in fashion (besides some bonafide desperation), but feels like we only go backwards now. Case in point- the Marc Jacobs redux of his now infamous grunge collection for Perry Ellis back in 1992 (still at the top of the post is from the original collection). We all know this collection was a precedent setting, groundbreaker fo the designer, but to re-release it feels a bit- hmm. Not sure. Although I am fully onboard for that Doc Martens collab he's doing. Must haves. But seeing that baby cardigan and slip dress combo made me feel stuff. Good stuff, but not sure I can wear it again stuff. I do have a bit of a rule that if I was old enough to rock the trend the first time, I may not go there again. 90s minimalism is of course exempt from this rule- because it's classic and always works. But everything else? Ya. Pretty much. And just so you know- I didn't wear Docs AT ALL growing up- even though I was a moody, suburban art school chick with an asymmetrical bob back in the day. Link to a great article from the CUT here as well as a link to shop. 

Husband, if you're reading- those Docs for the holidays would make a great gift for your former art school wifey. ;)

Then last night I caught some pre-Fall Versace. And guess what? Not only is the eponymous safety dress back, but so is the infamous J. Lo plunge neck, worn by Amber Valletta back in the day (the year 2000 to be exact) on the original runway, and now, yet again on the most recent turn. You better work. She's major. And breaks all my rules. Love the new print,  I must admit.

But does this nostalgia feel like an homage of sorts or is it just lazy, repurposing? And is it chicer to rock the original, now vintage version or procure the new iteration? I don't know the answer but look for brands to continue to re-release the classics- Gap- if you're listening- you would be SMART AS F to redo the khaki spot that made you famous and redo the khaki for a new generation. My two cents. I guess there's a market for everything old being new again. I'm just not sure if it simply is not for me because it makes me feel ancient or whether I find it annoyingly derivative. Does teen spirit smell great the second time? I dunno. You tell me. I have a feeling this is going to be a big trend considering the very precarious times in which we're living- does doom and gloom and despair lead to nostalgic impulses? Yup. Think so. Let the good times roll.

Cause that's what's up this here we are now, entertain us kind of Monday in New Jersey (don't ask). Yours, in second time around. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1348495 2018-11-29T13:13:41Z 2018-11-29T13:14:51Z Tips for work outs while traveling: My top picks for staying fit during the holidays

Good morning, Thursday. As I've mentioned, I've got some time on my side right now so I'm going to do all I can to indulge in a bit of self care and work out and eat well. It's a lot easier when your only options to work out are 6 am or 7 pm. I don't love either of those so I'm feeling happy to be able to get a workout done at 9:30 in the morning. Feels very luxurious. 

And with so many of us traveling for the holiday season, I thought I'd give you a few ideas for some great ways to stay fit on the road, or some great gifts for avid travelers who like to stay in shape. That's model Irina Shayk up there working it out in her hotel room for Vogue, but if you're a mere mortal without a stellar gene pool or metabolism, fear not. You can still get involved.

I bought this snazzy Manduka yoga mat for my recent Cali trip and I loved it. It's much better than the Lululemon version and packs beautifully in your suitcase and is super lightweight though still feels substantial enough to do yoga in your hotel room. 

On that note, I'm OBSESSED with Dirty Yoga and it's been my dirty secret for a while. Don't be fooled by the name- it's totally G rated but the workout is pretty hardcore. This is not "woo woo" in any way- it's strictly a getitdone situation that many true yogis may scoff at because it lacks a single lick of spirituality, but I love it. You can choose from a variety of workouts and since it's a streaming subscription model, all you need is an internet connection and a mat. And there you go. It's challenging as could be and no workout is longer than 45 minutes so you can really fit this in on a busy schedule. When I'm traveling for work or play, I'll hit them up for a no nonsense great workout.

I also love that today's boutique fitness spots have locations everywhere. Soul Cycle has seemingly invaded the world, as has Orange Theory and Barry's and any number of studios. You all know I have big love for Pure Barre, my go to workout for the past few years. I'm currently loving their new Reform class, which is a riff on the classic class and incorporates more strength training, as well as their cardio focused class, Empower. I love checking out their studios when I'm away from home- I went to the North Hollywood location a few weeks back as well as the Center City Philly location last weekend. Genius. I love Pure Barre so much- always a welcoming environment and always a challenging workout. They also have an at home version of the workout you can do anywhere, but I do love going to the studio- the workout is the same but each studio has their own local flavor.

As far as wardrobe goes, I'm super into this sweatpant/legging hybrid from Beyond Yoga. They're fleece lined and super duper comfy- you could wear them to a class or you could wear them on a flight. They're cute as heck and I love 'em.  

Also I'm so pleased to see my favorite workout tanks are back online at American Apparel and for 8 bucks! I love their racerbank tank more than anything- and I wear them all the time to work out and under blazers as well. A great layering piece that's also cool on it's own. Highly recommend. Of course, I do the basic black version. That's how I roll at the gym- loads of black and black alone. An occasional printed pant but always black on top. I'm weird like that. This post confirms my vampire aesthetic when it comes to workout clothes. 

Oh, and if you're in the market for a coat that can battle the elements, check out these amazing options on Nike.com. 

I can't get enough and I am the proud owner of this full length bad boy above. It's warm as could be and I literally walked the dog today in a tank top and leggings and was nice and toasty. The prices are decent and they are perfect sporty options for cold days and walks to the studio of your choice.

Y'all didn't know I was such a sport did ya? Cause that's what's up this jock rock of a Thursday in the 718. Yours, in getting physical. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1348323 2018-11-28T14:13:33Z 2018-11-28T14:17:24Z Retail alert: Five affordable sweaters to wrap up the holidays from H&M

Good morning, pals. Happy Hump Day and though I'm on a bit of a shopping sabbatical, that doesn't mean I can't share some great deals with you post Black Friday/Cyber Monday blah blah blah. And since it's most definitely sweater weather, I thought it would be fun to share with you some amazing sweater steals from H&M. Full disclosure- I don't wear a ton of sweaters. If you have not lived in New York, you don't know from the unique brand of cold we have here, but you also don't know from the extraordinary amount of heat pumped through old radiators and heating systems in office buildings, restaurants, and unfortunately, one's own home in an old brownstone in Brooklyn. Wear sweaters in the winter here? Sure. Just be prepared to wear a tee shirt underneath so you can peel it off once that bikram building heat comes for you. I'm presently wearing a tank top in my apartment so there you have it. Ooh and also- the itch. Of wool. I can't.

But punishing fake heat aside, have a look at these great pieces, all super reasonably priced. Good sweaters are often very expensive- and I'm in favor of purchasing a great and expensive sweater or two per season, but these fun pieces won't break the bank and feel very aligned with the holidays. So here we go.

I love this oversized Fair Isle that looks super comfy and soft and itch free. I love it with leather leggings or tights. So good.

Brown is my favorite hue for clothing, besides black of course. I adore brown and it's a color that is super hard to find- so a sweater in this hue is always a good thing. Love it with jeans or anything else at all.

I'm not one for cropped sweaters but I know it's a great look for certain body types and I adore the classic feel of  this one, particularly when paired with white or winter white jeans and a suede bootie. Chic. Very New England Christmas.

So this is not technically a sweater, but love how a fuzzy jacket like this can replace a classic cardigan, particularly with a graphic tee and some jeans to keep it all very rawk and roll. Adorable. 

So this one is not for Scrooges but some people love a good holiday sweater, and this one is not too goofy and is a pretty look for a holiday brunch or casual celebration. Get involved. There's a way to be festive without looking silly.

So there you have it- great pieces at great prices to keep you cozy and happy this season. Cheers to a wonderful holiday season and why not self gift a bit at a reasonable cost? Cause that's what's up this bundled up Wednesday in the 718. Yours, in wrapping it all up. XO

Sheri Rosenberg