tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:/posts the world according to sherimaven 2019-06-21T13:17:33Z Sheri Rosenberg tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1422292 2019-06-21T12:05:32Z 2019-06-21T13:17:33Z It's time for advertising to grow up: Marketers I'm talking to you

Good morning, Friday. Thank goodness.

So everyone's in Cannes this week for the big advertising equivalent of the Oscars, and even though I spent a lifetime in advertising and also produced some award-winning work, I have never been to Cannes. And I don't mind. At all. As a non-joiner, self-congratulatory pats on the back mixed with too much rose and endless debating on what's next is not my tempo. And that's ok with me.

But as someone who's watching the industry a bit from afar these days, I'm still bugged by the ageism conundrum. And although I've reset my compass as a writer and am busier than I've been in a long time (knock wood), I'm still a little pissy about advertising and how it relates to anyone over 35.  So put down your rose and let me explain.

Yesterday I was talking to an old pal I met years ago at a conference. He's considering a job pretty high up in the car space.  As a top-shelf marketer, he'll have to figure out how to get more people on board with this brand.  And of course, all anyone wants to know is who is this generation behind millennials, and how do we grab their attention? And for the five millennials who love cars and want to buy them how do we hit a home run with them when it comes to messaging? Why try so hard to always to capture the same same when it comes to eyeballs and audiences? There's a whole damn world out there. Isn't it high time to stop chasing the dragon?

 Sure some brands are meant for young people. But does EVERY brand have to target the same demographic solely? I just don't get it. It seems so bloody shortsighted given that, according to the US Department of Labor, "Gen X outspends all other generations when it comes to clothing, housing, eating out and entertainment." Not to mention boomers who have always been known to wield a ton of spending power. I can only speak for my generation in saying if brands are looking to build lifelong customers and fans, why do they always dump the generation they so badly chase when they are finally old enough to buy stuff? Crazy to me. I recall being the coveted demographic for a moment, only to be dumped by the next pretty young thing. You want my loyalty? Where's yours?

As for said loyalty,  I can count them on the one hand, and at the time of this post, I can only think of one- Apple.  My first computer experience was on the very first Apple, and I've been loyal ever since. But when it comes to things like makeup or clothes, I am not wearing the same eyeshadow brand I wore at 16. Nor am I wearing Guess jeans at this stage in the game. When will marketers wake up and realize that building eternal flames of fandom is a pipe dream and that with our collectively lowered attention spans and choices gone wild, they should focus less on generational marketing and more on insight around universal human truths? 

Just yesterday, Adweek published a piece on changing gender norms thanks to (wait for it) young people, with the following quote:

"Simply put, it’s time for brands to be as brave and real as Gen Z is." OMG.

Yes, there are opportunities in gender-neutral spaces. Yes, we love the inclusivity of the body positive movement. Yes, I love these kids for speaking out and being heard. But can't that be for everyone? Surely it's more than Gen Z that craves bravery and authenticity. Surely. People have been fighting for that for years. Talk to all of us. Not just some of us.

Further, if ad agencies were hiring more people 40+, perhaps strategy for how to sell products and services would look a little bit different. More inclusive. Less pet rock and more long term. Insights that cross generations. Truths about the human condition vs. just chasing the latest jail bait. The only way real insight can occur is if you've been on this Earth for a considerable stretch.

That's not to say there are distinct differences in life stages and states and of course we can't ignore that. But we must extend the invitation for "must haves"  from the high and low to have a broader appeal for the rest of us. That's smart marketing. And why brands aren't talking to people past a certain age is just plain stupidity. I should know. I buy more shit than anyone.

We will always be enchanted by youth and with good reason. I respect and adore what young people are doing to change the way we think, but there's plenty of people doing great shit past some perceived expiration date.  We deserve the courtesy of acknowledgment that we are still very much alive, and our wallets are proof that there is indeed still a pulse when it comes to our spending power. Stop trying to court demographics that don't even want to date you.  It's not cute anymore.

Cause that's what's up this ranty, rainy Friday in the 212. Yours, in X marking the spot and just saying no to ageism. Don't you forget about us. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1421776 2019-06-19T14:48:12Z 2019-06-19T15:01:31Z Me and Marc forever.

Good morning, Wednesday. Another day of gloom. What is going on with this weather huh huh huh? OMG.

So I'm sitting here working and writing and thinking as I do. And it's come to my attention of late that I'm annoyingly New York. Meaning, to outsiders, I may seem too cityfied for my own good. And that maybe I sacrificed my second bedroom to house my clothes and dressing table where I get ready in the morning. And perhaps I wear dark colors all year for the most part. And have the good fortune to duck out of rainstorms only to discover the best ramen of all time, ordered by sitting in an individual cubicle and pressing a button, only for the big reveal to be a curtain opening to take your order, and then later serving you some pork infused goodness that makes you want to pinch yourself. Yea, that's what I've got going on. And?

So it's no surprise I've always adored Marc Jacobs because, to me, he is the quintessential New Yorker. Stylish, creative, a little fucked up. Still ahead of and setting the trends with an understanding of street culture and youth culture and pop culture. It's true that in the past few years or so, many of us Marc fans have been scratching our well-highlighted heads. It was unclear what direction he was taking his namesake brand, but I, for one think Marc is very much back. With the infamous grunge redux and now his new rebranding as "the" Marc Jacobs, I love the spirit of the brand so much. And I even forgive him for moving to the suburbs. For the perfect midcentury, sometimes we must.

Anyway, here's something I should probably own. This New York nameplate necklace, done in collab with New York Magazine to celebrate the original Milton Glaser logo created for the pub back in 1968. It's perfection in type form. And it's next-gen Carrie Bradshaw realness when it becomes a necklace. Because besides wearing my name around my neck, New York would probably be a close second. It's a massive part of me. You know it and I know it and that's why I need this necklace. Birthday's next month. Just saying. I'll take it in gold, natch.

If you have a chance, check out the rest of Marc's fabulousness lately. It's so good. I love a comeback kid. And so does this city — cheers to New York, the brand. And New York being part of my brand. And extra clinks to Marc J. for also finding all the inspiration he needs in this blessed, crazy town.

Also here's a picture of Mia Farrow looking fantastic. Just because. You're welcome.

Cause that's what's up this old New York kind of Wednesday in Manhattan, baby. Yours, in long, enduring love affairs. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1421474 2019-06-18T13:45:29Z 2019-06-18T16:18:06Z In defense of not aging gracefully

Good morning, Tuesday. This weather though. Blech.

So let's talk about Madonna for a minute. Her new album Madame X is getting panned left and right and I must admit it's not great and I also must admit her look is super bizarre. Whatever queen told her to wear an eye patch, cowboy hat, and bridal gown all at once has misguided her. I realize this might be a slight homage to the many phases of Ms. M, but, yea, it's not her best look.

But a recent Facebook comment on a friend's feed about Madge gave me pause. Because a woman commented on how bad the album was, saying simply "I wish she would just age gracefully". Come again?

As someone who is aging (newsflash we all are), I LOATHE that term. 

Sure I know what she means. She means be more like a Catherine Deneuve. Or a Helen Mirren. Or a Meryl Streep. Or a Michelle Pfeiffer. Need I go on? I think not. Because aging gracefully really means just being naturally beautiful. And somehow being all aglow as your hormones change.  It's nice in theory. But it's complete bullshit.

Because "grace" does not apply to every single woman on Earth. And you can say a lot about Madonna, but what about her and her illustrious, groundbreaking, sex-positive career has ever led you to believe she would "age gracefully"? Hers is not a life of grace. It's a life of rebelliousness, fierceness, in your face independence. Even if you're not a big fan of hers, you have to admit it- she changed popular culture and was a champion for women and their bodies and a new kind of empowerment. 

All of this is messy stuff. And incidentally, none of that requires grace. So why on Earth would she go wafting into the ether, in a smart cardigan and slacks and an Hermès scarf? And trust me, if she wanted to do that she'd own that. But why is there this notion that women must go quietly into the twilight? 

I've talked much about my complicated feelings surrounding aging pop and rock stars. But Madonna is in a class of her own. And the rules just don't apply to her. Let her live. Let her do her thing. Bad music? Sure. Super hot guy in her video for Medellin? You bet. Doing it all very much on her own terms? You know this. Cheers to her for always reinventing and taking risks. 

Not all of us look like or act like what many think we should as we are getting older. I'm not opposed to grace in any way. But it's a stupid term when it comes to people who have always defied the odds and lived rebellious lives. Don't ask Madonna to retire to the study in sensible pajamas.  She'll scratch your damn eyes out.

I think we need to vastly redefine what age looks like. How we feel about it. Our expectations around it.  We have Diana Ross. We have artists who we perceive as more age appropriate, and somehow, Cher manages to dodge a bullet when it comes to the G word. But Madonna is her own thing. Let her do her. You do you. And we'll all be great. After all, she made it through the wilderness.

And even though her new album may be far from her best, I'm just glad she's still out there doing her thing. And if she wants to be weird and cha, cha, cha, then fuck it. Let her. 

Cause that's what's up this graceless Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in living life on your own bloody terms. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1421086 2019-06-17T14:35:03Z 2019-06-17T14:35:03Z Five beauty essentials for beating the heat/humidity

Good morning, my little Monday dwellers. I hope you had an exciting weekend. If you are someone who has worked or works in advertising, buckle up for all those rose swilling, yacht dwelling, self-congratulatory social media moments from Cannes. My eyes. I have never been to Cannes for the ad awards hoo has and I most likely never will be. I have, however, always wanted to go and write a Hunter Thompsonesque commentary on all the masturbatory madness. Who wants to fund that? No takers so far. Shocking.

But this isn't a post about advertising. It's about the heat is on and the humidity here to stay. This time of year is super challenging for me. Though I love the ocean, like a bit of a tan, and love extra daylight, the whole hot thing is a challenge. So here's five beauty products I've found that help. At least when it comes to looking your best all Summer long. You may not reach Bardot beauty on the beach status, but a girl can try.

For the face: Hourglass Veil™ Translucent Setting Powder. OK, so this. I know any woman over 40 is wondering if powder is for her. The answer is yes. If the said powder is not drying. If you don't want to look like a decomposing mummy, use Hourglass's fantastic powder. Its formula is lovely, and it doesn't seem cakey or drying and provides the perfect finish to makeup so it won't run down your face when it's hazy, hot, and humid. I love, love, love this one. I highly recommend for all ages. And the foolproof packaging allows for just the right amount to be dispensed. Maybe my favorite new discovery.

For the hair: Leonor Greyle Serum de Soie Sublimateur- This oil from French girl favorite Leonor Greyle is the holy grail of anti-frizz, and that's a fact. Run a few drops through your hair, and you can even dare to dry naturally. It's that good. It smoothes without being too greasy or weighing down your tresses. The smell is subjective- it's not my favorite, but others adore it- kind of the way I feel about the original Rodin oil. Smells a bit like that. I've written about this one before, but worth a mention again because it's perfection.

For the girls:  Boob sweat? Don't even tell me this isn't a concern. This talc-free powder from Megababe keeps you feeling fresh and sweat free, where it matters all day long. I love this stuff. In Bust Dust I trust. 

For the thighs: A miracle of miracles. Thigh Rescue is miraculous during bare leg season. And as someone who wears dresses more often than not, strong yes to having this in stock at all times at my casa. I love Megababe so much. They get it, and they also make one for men. How cool is that?

For the whole bod, baby.  Oh, I love this guy from organic line Osea. After the shower, smelling delicious, soft skin realness. It's from Malibu, so it gives you that apres beach vibe that's just everything. I can't wait to bring it with me to beach week in July. So gorgeous and smells so good and soaks right into your skin. Claims to help with stretch marks and firms skin too. Gorgeous.

So maybe you're in Cannes reading this and wishing I had written this before your trip. Or maybe you're stateside in a sweat. Either way, summer is here and so are all these divine products to help you get through it. Cause that's what's up this sunny beauty roundup of a Monday in the unsunny 212. Yours, in frizz and sweat, be gone. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1418591 2019-06-10T12:31:46Z 2019-06-10T12:31:50Z Strike a pose, New York

Good morning, Monday. I hope you had a wonderful weekend- the weather here in New York was just too perfect. And Khan even got to see an old friend and hang out in the park with the sun on his fur face. All in all, a lovely couple of days.

So last week I did some more binge-watching, this time the entire first season of FX's "Pose," the brilliant look into the trans world of New York in the late 80s. Created by Ryan Murphy of "Glee" fame, this show is absolutely hands down one of the most touching and entertaining shows in recent memory.  And the acting is transcendent- I now know why Billy Porter goes so big at awards shows. 

The show focuses on the uptown ballroom culture depicted in movies like "Paris is Burning," but examines the family dynamic, which is the most tender part of the show. As crews or "houses" perform at the balls with a theme, they also live in houses together as a family. The "mother" of each house keeps her children safe and provides a stable environment for them. Understand that many of these kids are found on the street, kicked out of their homes for merely trying to live their truths. The story also follows the often sad dynamic of finding love as a trans woman. These are not easy lives, and to live them with the AIDs crisis as a backdrop is even more heartbreaking. 

As a member of a generation who sexually came of age during the AIDS crisis, it's hard to explain how terrifying and horrific that time was. I lost my cousin to AIDs, and I can't think of many people who don't know someone either close to them or somewhat more distant that lost their lives to this horrible disease. And because I grew up in a family where there were gay men, I felt strongly from an early age that acceptance was an unnegotiable right. And that being free to love who you want to love and be who you want to be meant everything. How could you deny anyone the right to love and be loved? And why must I still ask the same question I was asking a million years ago?

But lest you think the show is super sad, it's not. There are tear-jerking moments for sure, but there are also happy jubilant ones. It shows the critical relationship of what it means to be a mother- to protect, to nurture, to accept and love unconditionally, which got me thinking. That New York City is the mother incarnate. For many people from all walks of life and persuasions and preferences who come here looking for acceptance, to live their dreams, and to live fully out loud precisely as they are. And even though this city has become more of a hedge funded theme park than a place where originals are born and raised, it's still in the ether.  And I hope that never changes. And sure, mothers can be cruel sometimes. But tough love is often part of a life well lived. So we deal. 

When I moved from Philadelphia to New York, I too felt loved and nurtured in a way I never had before. I always referred to New York City as a giant womb state. I somehow feel safe, protected, and warm. I know that may be strange to some who find city living anything but, but that's the way New York has always been for me. And as someone who never felt entirely at home growing up in the 215, I felt great joy and relief when I moved here way back when. 

And as I took a walk downtown on the way to a meeting last week, I saw those Pride flags flying and felt a deep sense of relief. That I live somewhere where we can be the best versions of ourselves, which is who we want to be.  The second season of "Pose" starts tomorrow night, and I'll be tuning in and laughing and crying and loving all the dance moves and incredible looks. But today, I remain grateful to a city who mothers us all and keeps us motivated, inspired, and alive.  New York is not just a city. It means so much more to so many of us who came here in search of something better: the tired, the poor, and the fabulous. 

Cause that's what's up this lifelong love affair kind of Monday in the best city in the whole damn world. Yours, in living your dreams and being perfect just the way you are. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1417116 2019-06-06T12:59:07Z 2019-06-06T16:00:22Z Maven pick: A can do jumpsuit if you've got some curves

Good morning, Thursday. I'm worked out, worn out, ready to pass out. And it's not even 9 am. 

So quick style shout out. (You know you want it).

I'm a fan of Universal Standard and its wide array of sizing. It's a chic line with plenty of styles and options to suit many ages and body types. It's brilliant, and I'm still so utterly obsessed with the tux I got from their collaboration with Goop. It's just right.

And you all know how I feel about a jumpsuit, and judging from all of the women I see around the boroughs rocking them too, it's a bonafide movement. I'm talking about the utility take in particular. It's so comfortable and confident all at once. And strangely sexy. Or at least I feel sexy when I wear it because I always add a little bit of something feminine to it- even if it's a pretty sandal or a beautiful bra underneath.

But those boiler suits have some issues. And number one is fit. Because even if they are supposed to be oversized, for women who are not boyishly built, they can be challenging. Boobs, hips, and bellies are not often invited to this type of jumpsuit party. But I spotted this one, and I'm quite sure the fit is going to be great. I have not tried it, but I know this brand is all about fit and I'm hoping to get to their store in Soho to try one of these suckers on. So good. It comes in black and olive green and has that industrial vibe I'm all about. Plus its 150 dollar price tag is a reasonable fee for something you'll most likely wear all the time.  PS I know the pic I posted looks like a winter look, but you're more imaginative than that, aren't you darlings? Rock it with some rubber slides for a bit of Summer cool.

Jumpsuits are the new one-piece wonders of our time. Having been a dress girl for a minute now, I appreciate a new take on easy dressing. So have at this jumpsuit and please report back. 

Cause that's what's up this zipped up Thursday in the 718. Yours, in one and done. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1416737 2019-06-05T17:09:25Z 2019-06-06T10:33:59Z Old dogs and some new tricks

Good morning, Wednesday. I'm hanging out waiting to get briefed on a new project but here's something to chew on.

Yesterday I lied about my dog's age. To a total stranger. I have no idea why I did it, but I said he was six and he's more like nine or ten. Perhaps I want him to be forever young and never leave my side (absolutely). Or maybe I wanted to make myself appear younger by having a younger dog (probably not). In any event, I lied about my dog's age (pic above), and it threw me a bit, which got me thinking about what it means to feel your age and this whole thing about telling everyone your age.

First up- what does "feeling your age" even mean?

I feel many things in life. Ranging from fear to sadness to happiness and back again. But do I feel my age? Don't know what that means. Mostly because I have never been this age, so how would I know how it feels? I can say I don't feel old in my mind or my spirit or my style. As for my body, sure. There are wears and tears. There are days when my knees hurt and days when I wish I looked better in my jumpsuit. But for the most part, I don't feel my age. Because mostly, I feel like myself. Sure, there are situations where I may feel like I've been in the oven for too long. One of those is working in ad agencies, so I put a stop to that. Another is participating in a lot of nightlife activities.  I tend to avoid situations that make me feel old. Or at least the negative connotation of whatever that means. Silly as it seems. 

Also, I don't have children of the human variety. And I have always felt this kept me feeling young. But people with kids stay young through them, of this I'm sure. For instance, do you know who Lil Nas X is? Not Nas Nas, mind you. Lil Nas X. Yea, me neither. But if you have kids, you know who he is. Because he's got one of the most popular songs in the country with "Old Town Road." And he was on the Today show, featured in a story on how he surprised a classroom of adoring children who knew every word. I had never, ever heard of him. But a friend on Instagram posted about it and said how much his young son loved him. So there's a ding. As a childless person, my access to Top 40 tuneage is slim to none. Needless to say, "OTR" never made it to my Discover Weekly.

Second- this whole admitting your age thing. I'm cool with it. But I don't think it's for everyone. You can all figure out how old I am. It's not a secret. But if age is just a number, why this urge to shout it from the rooftops? Yea, I know. Because age is only a number. For me, I look at my age as a context for the life I live, the references that make me laugh and cry, and the lens with which I see the world. And I don't lie about my age. I don't necessarily feel the need to say it to anyone and everyone. But I did lie about Khan's age yesterday.

For no reason other than I love him more than anything. I remember a woman I knew in the neighborhood who was a screenwriter with a sweet little dog called Norman. We'd often see each other in the park, surrounded by nannies and stay at home dads and then there we were- two chicks in black with little dogs we loved like our blood. Norman appeared to be quite geriatric, a wizened old gent with a similar disposition to my Khan- tolerant but not enamored with other members of dogkind, and a bit of a charming curmudgeon. Smitten with his owner. I once asked my friend how old Norm was, to which she replied, "Four and a half."  Alrighty then.

At the time, it gave me pause. But now I get it; I get it. Because my pal just wanted her fur baby to be around forever too. I haven't seen her or Norman in some time, and rumor has it she left the neighborhood in search of cheaper accommodations. I hope dear sweet Norman is happily ensconced in a new nabe and ignoring other dogs as his mom talks to other dog owners in a new, leafy setting.

I just wanted to throw down with all of that today.  The big takeaway? I'll lie about Khan's age because I love him and I won't lie about my own because I love me too.  But if you ask me my age or feel a burning need to know, whatever. It's my choice to share the number, or not. 

Cause that's what's up this age is not a thing, but it's a thing kind of Wednesday in the 212. Yours, in old dogs, pop songs, and keeping it real when it comes to the feels. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1416305 2019-06-04T12:19:33Z 2019-06-04T12:19:33Z The murky waters of Barney's beauty floor: Take heed

Good morning, Tuesday. It's ridiculously beautiful outside, and I hope to take K for a nice long walk today in between editing a deck and finishing a proposal. LIfe is all about balance, mainly when it's perfect outside.

So last week I went to see the Camp show at the Met with a friend, and it was just lovely. The theme is a bit mamby pamby, but that's ok. I loved all the frou-frou and felt it was a nice break from the endless news cycle and craziness. Pure fun in the form of pink tulle. I'll take it.

And after the show, we enjoyed a cocktail on the Met rooftop (such a lovely experience, highly recommend), and then walked on Madison to window shop and people watch. We inevitably ended up at Barney's, which felt a bit like Filene's Basement. It seemed as if everything was on sale, and it's just about a week or so past Memorial Day. Crazy.

But despite the bargain basement vibe, the air of desperation was nowhere more apparent than at the beauty counters. I'm not sure if you've ever shopped for makeup or skin care at Barney's, but it's intense.  On the one hand, the woman at the Chanel counter pretty much ignored us as we searched for seasonal eyeshadow, but everyone else in the area honed in on us as if we were fresh meat. And the sharks seemed very, very hungry.

One woman came up to me to fixate on a crystal necklace I was wearing. Like, literally got in my face to inquire about its powers and then pitch me on some lipstick. And then the gentleman operating the MDNA skincare counter (Madonna's line) seemed to think it was perfectly ok to slather my hand with some sort of black goo that took "just over five minutes to dry." Who wants to engage in banter with a stranger trying to sell you insanely expensive stuff for five minutes? Not me. I will say the way he removed the mask/goo was cool- some sort of vacuum tool that sucked it all up yet somehow left a layer of serum that did make my hand look nice. I didn't purchase any of Madge's skincare. Her face scares me beyond belief. 

And though we almost made it out of there with our credit card balances intact, I happened to walk over to the YSL counter, and then's when the circling sharks came in for the kill. I admire the hustle as much as the next victim, but there's hustle and then there's harassment. My experience was a bit of the latter. 

Out of nowhere came a woman who told me my skin was very much in need of tightening and lifting. Listen up. I know a few things. I know my good points and bad points. And one of my very good points is my skin. It's nice. It's not saggy. It's something I'm lucky to have inherited from my mother. So when this Jaws in red lipstick and a lousy wig started slathering creams on me, I felt violated. And age shamed. And yes, the serum she put on me felt nice and looked nice. But for 350 dollars, I was not taking the bait. No way.

And as lipstick shark was slathering and shaming, the more chill shark at the YSL counter was putting concealer on me, and then finally, the new tinted moisturizer I came to see in the first place, first spotted on a pal at a photoshoot. I don't know if it was the serum that was so pretty or if the moisturizer was a hit, but my skin looked fresh. So I purchased the moisturizer, and then also purchased the two Armani eye products he recommended, which I love. Links here and here. That corrector is magic.  Oh, and I even got this primer. It's beautiful and fits the profile when it comes to getting after that glow, yo.  

So if you ever go to the beauty floor of Barney's, my suggestion is to look straight ahead and don't make eye contact. Once you do, game over. If you don't want to be bothered, that is. It's like they can smell a bit of insecurity, the need for something new, or the whiff of someone who may be on the market for one thing, but will end up seduced by product overload and walk out with more than they bargained for.

Cause that's what' up this beautiful Tuesday in the 718. Yours, in swimming with sharks and expensive adventures. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1414431 2019-05-29T13:44:59Z 2019-05-29T13:56:05Z Maven pick: Happy Nature's sustainable, well priced boho chic

Good morning, Wednesday. It's so gloomy out. Gah. I can't get motivated and feeling less than inspired the past few weeks when it comes to posting but it always makes me feel so great to put stuff out there, and last night during an Insta scroll I found a promo for Kate Hudson's new sustainable clothing line, Happy Nature. Not to fear, this isn't Fabletics. It's so much better.

Because if you're like me, going boho in the Summer time is standard fare.  And this collection is great for gals who love their Ulla Johnson  or Doen but don't love the price points. And bonus- first purchases over 100 bucks are 30 percent off and everything is completely responsibly and ethically made.  Here's a look at some of the pieces- so cute right? I"m a big maxi dress fan when it feels hippieish and chic like these.

These minidresses are wearable all summer long with flat sandals. Adore.

Love a flowy white top in the summer time to wear with everything. These are great. Look at Jane Birkin at the top of this post for inspo. So chic.

This top may be my favorite of all- so beautiful with jeans or even with black shorts. Pretty, non?

I got the two maxi dresses at the top of the post but now seriously thinking about those minidresses above. What to do?  See now I'm inspired again. ;)

Cause that's what's up this Summer is here let's dress up kind of Wednesday in the 718. Yours, in letting it flow. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1414039 2019-05-28T13:09:39Z 2019-05-28T13:10:19Z When fashion attacks

Good morning, Tuesday. I hope you had a lovely long weekend. Mine was jaunty and kind of cute. Discovered some cuteness in Bucks County, PA. Wondering if it's an alternative to upstate somehow? Will need to investigate further.

So Memorial Day weekend style is casual and cool and of course, Summery. But somehow the Biebers didn't get the memo and decided it was chic to dress like hipitty hoppity Oompa Loompas while shopping in Beverly HIlls. I'm not a belieber. Not at all. What is this? Why is this? Somebody explain this to me. There needs to be a memorial for these outfits. Stat. I mean, he looks marginally better than her, but she looks absolutely ridiculous.

I don't know why I'm sharing this with you. I just thought you should see it and never, ever use it for inspiration. 

Cause that's what's up this post holiday Tuesday in the 718. Yours, in weird lewks and too much money/time/who knows what. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1412192 2019-05-23T13:26:15Z 2019-05-23T13:27:07Z Spotted on the streets of New York: The Skirt of the Summer

Good morning, Thursday. It's gloomy outside and I'm happy for indoor activities today.

So last night I was hanging with a few pals who are helping me redo my site and blog (exciting) while having a few laughs over Thai food. One of them mentioned a trend she's been seeing in Soho, and I couldn't believe it- because I was literally going to write this here post today about the very same. Patterns are everywhere. You just need to keep your eyes open.

And since I like to tell you what's trending on the streets of New York when it comes to style, allow me to present the silk leopard midi skirt in all of its girl power glory. Because it seems like every NY woman is wearing some version of this skirt- with sneakers, with kitten heels and with just about everything. Last week at The Wing I saw at least three women rocking it, and if you walk around Soho on a sunny afternoon you can literally lose count of how many versions of it you'll see.  It started last summer with this skirt from Realisation Par, an is now ubiquitous in New York style circles. Incidentally, my new friend started an Instagram account in real time last night to address this little trend .

I will admit it's a versatile little number. 

It nods to the 90s which I love (slip skirts so my jam) and works well with a tank top and kitten heels, or with a tucked in button down and ballet flats. It's great with a light sweater or sweatshirt and sneakers too. It's a great little piece you can either dress up or dress down.

Here's some versions of it I found online so you too can look like a New York type of chick-a-dee.

This one from Faiithfull is well priced and cute.

Love the a line silhouette of all of these, but the Ganni version of this trendy piece is particularly flattering and versatile on many body types.

Of course millennial fav Reformation is doing a version, theirs in georgette.  I prefer the silk personally to give it that real lingerie feel. 

This version in jersey looks comfy as f. I want it.

And this one from Icons is probably my fav- love the lace detailing for a bit of sex appeal. Fab. 

And of course, the original, here. The one that started it all. For all you purists out there. I recommend wearing it with a shirt, but that's just me.

So there you have it. Leopard midi skirt. One and done. Get to it.

Cause that's what's up this seen on the streets kind of Thursday in the 212. Yours, in I live here so you don't have to. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1411290 2019-05-21T12:03:46Z 2019-05-21T12:21:27Z Remembering Biggie and New York in the 90s.

Good morning, Tuesday. It's way more my tempo outside with the cooler temps. I'm a fan. Too soon yesterday with all that heat and humidity. Too soon.

So today would be the Notorious B.I.G.'s 47th birthday. I guess I never realized he was one of mine when it came to demographics but I guess he was. I do know that when his album "Ready to Die" came out the year I moved here, I found myself unable to stop listening to it. It was so hard yet so catchy. I fell in love with Biggie as did everyone living in New York and everywhere at that time. And hip hop was a big part of my life back then. I can't think back to my early days in New York without it.

Back in the day, I had a weird pattern of dating guys in the record business. Not musicians or artists, mind you. More record exec types of the scrappy, short, Jewish varietal. That was my speed back then. I have no idea why. Beastie Boy tendencies I suppose. And truly, Jews and hip hop go together like peanut butter and matzoh. From Rick Rubin to Lyor Cohen to Steve Rifkind and back again. We're drawn to it like moths to a flame. I spent so much time hanging out at the offices of record labels- there was a time when it seemed that all of my friends and lovers were in the music business. Those pre-streaming days and such. Incidentally, Lyor Cohen was on our plane coming back from Vegas after we got married. I was wearing an Adidas bucket hat and immediately felt shy. I remember him calling Ja (Rule) on the plane phone before we had cell phones. It was epic.

So to back up, after moving to New York, I ended up very much in the world of 90s hip hop, which was just fine by me. Little clubs like the 205, BOB, Sapphire, Den of Thieves, Rebar, The Tunnel on Sunday nights, Nell's, the reggae/hip hop basement at Club USA. Sunday night showcases at Chaz and Wilson's uptown.  DJs like Stretch Armstrong made it all so much fun. Surely I'm missing some but you get it. If you were here, you no doubt remember the sweat fest of fun almost every night. You could go to a small club and dance your face off. It didn't matter what you were wearing, although looking cute was always on the menu.  And I could never, ever forget a young group called the Fugees, performing at Tramps, where all of us were basically dancing in our bras by the end of the night because it was so hot on all counts. The energy at that show was absolutely unforgettable, and absolutely in my top ten concert experiences of all time. Ooh la la la.

I also remember how inspired I was by Vibe magazine, the photos in particular. Photographers like Jonathan Mannion (his photo of Biggie above) were doing the best photos of all the heroes and heroines of the scene. In many ways, I think Vibe inspired me to work in photography as a producer. I can remember shooting a young Lauryn Hill at Industria and being completely intoxicated by her beauty and power and style.

And I'm lucky to be married to a man that also lives his hip hop. It's true he may skew slightly more west coast than east coast, but it works. We've been watching the four part Wu Tang thing on Showtime  and he's never mad when I swoon over Method Man, who remains the dreamiest. The footage from those early Wu days takes me back to to that time- it was all so gritty and grimy and raw.  Really, the Wu's 36 Chambers was more punk rock than punk rock itself. Nothing slick, nothing polished ,complete and total aggro amazingness. And even though Giuliani tried to ban dancing (it's true), he couldn't stop us, and I just feel so lucky I was here during the height of 90s hip hop, which, for my money, is my most favorite. And I love that my aunt loves hip hop as much as we do. She'll often wear an oversized Biggie tee shirt and for that, I love her the most. Nothing like Passover dinner and some hardcore hip hop. That's how we roll in my family.

As for where hip hop is now, it's ok. I don't hate it, but I certainly don't love it. And that's ok. Every generation has to have their music, and I'll let the kids have it. I may not be asking my Uber driver to turn up Hot 97 the way I used to back in the yellow cab days, but still. I can appreciate it. I love that New York was so instrumental in hip hop and always will be somehow. There is no more relevant backing track to this city in the last thirty years and change than hip hop. And that's the truth. Try driving on the FDR late at night some time blasting Mobb Deep's "Shook Ones" and you'll get it.

But today I was thinking about Biggie and how much his music meant and still means to me.  You could hear the emotion, the swagger, the pain. I may have to turn up to some Biggie today. In my apartment that happens to be not terribly far from where he grew up. And yes, Biggie's Brooklyn may be more Bugaboo than Bubble Goose now, but still. I love it. I love it all. Go spread love.

Cause that's what's up this hypnotizing Tuesday in  the BK. Yours, in juicy memories and hip hop forever. Happy bday, Biggie.  XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1409247 2019-05-16T13:49:37Z 2019-05-17T15:20:09Z Live through this: A personal take on how time is on my side

Good morning, Thursday. The sun is finally back and what a difference it makes. 

So I was just unwrapping the amazingly comprehensive NY Times piece on Generation X. It seems, yet again, we're having a moment. As so many of you know, being a member of the MTV generation is something I'm super passionate about. I have been lost and found a million times in this thing called life but my card carrying status as an Xer had never, ever left me, I'm eternally grateful for all of the references, music, and cynicism it has given me. G-d bless my Xness.

One of the pieces noted that it's 25 years since 1994, and it's worth checking in on what my generation is doing with themselves. What's particularly significant for me about that year is it's the year I moved to New York City. A year I can never, ever forget because it was one of the most pivotal of my life. 

I remember the end of my days in Philly, feeling so disassociated and disenchanted with the place I called home. And I wanted to reinvent what that meant. In general. I reached a point where all of my friends got out of Dodge, and I was the only one left- with a dead end job at a classical architecture firm and a crush on a coworker who wore sweater vests. I also remember eating a lot of plain baked potatoes for lunch.  Desperado.

I've always had a preloaded desire to live in New York, and with a lackluster life on the horizon, I wanted to make a move. So I got a job interview in the 212 and got on a train and got that job. And I moved on my birthday and never looked back. And just like that, life opened up. And the New York years happened and life happened and shit happened and here I am. Ready for what's next. My 30s were for falling in love and feeling loved and making up for all the funky fuckupedness of my 20s. Ten years later, I moved to Miami to take a job that would change the way I thought about work forever. And then very early into my 40s, it was time to come back to New York. And so I did.

To lens the backdrop a bit for you, here's what was going on that year in the world of pop culture. Madonna smoked a cigar on Letterman. NIrvana came out with "Unplugged". Oasis released "Definitely Maybe".  So many other things. Pulp Fiction and Uma's bob. OJ's glove. Playstation. Reality Bites. And of course, Hole's "Live Through This", an album I had on blast for the majority of the year, and had the baby tee with the logo to show my devotion to Courtney and co. Incredibly prolific times. But let's talk about right here and now.

Because with a new decade of life not too far off, I feel a new shift in the way I approach and process things. Sure there are way less f's given. But I tend to give f's to the stuff that matters. Like not working with jerks. Or energy vampires. Or people who are not my tribe. I also am focused on authenticity. And though that word is overwrought and overplayed, I'm feeling it. I'm feeling the need to live my truest life. And for me, that means being creative on my terms. Still figuring out that bit but bear with me...I've got a few minutes to figure out how to be the voice of my
generation. ;)

And 25 years since 1994 some things are still with me. I still love this big dumb city.  I'm still a redhead. I still love hip hop. I'm definitely more confident now, but in many ways, more vulnerable. The bottom line is- I'm still me. I may spend a bit more money on skincare and shoes but still here. It's interesting to think about the things you want to keep with you. Truly. I think it's a mistake to think about getting older as a time where you have to let everything go. Not always true. Because every phase of life gives you something for the next.  It's not about nostalgia at all, mind you. It's just having the roots and foundation so you can always keep moving and changing.  

Fascinating this moment. Treasuring it, savoring it, not afraid of it. 

Cause that's what's up this looking back to look forward kind of Thursday in the 212. Yours, in love and hope and sex and dreams. XO

PS- music nerds look at this list of releases from 1994. Insane.

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1408819 2019-05-14T12:13:04Z 2019-05-14T12:13:06Z Loving the boob tube: Celebrating women on television

Good morning, Tuesday. Happy hmm- second day of the work week? I dunno. I'm busy as shit this week. I got nothing in the way of salutations.

So this weekend I watched "Wine Country", Amy Poehler's much anticipated buddy flick where she and a cast of SNL alums go on a scripted trip for their pal's 50th birthday (bday gal is Rachel Dratch).

There's plenty of laughs and lots of questions. Like what is the point of Tina Fey's weird butch character? Is she there as some sort of log splitting spirit guide? I don't get it. She's never not funny. Except in this role.  Wh'appen?

And the premise itself is a bit on the thin side. A group of friends who waited tables at a Chicago pizza joint and still remained besties? Hmm. Maybe. But not probably.

But for those seeking some sort of truth about a 50th birthday party with some of the funniest women in the world should not turn away from this good but not great film. Maya Rudolph is always on point, and Paula Pelle is wonderful. There's some truly funny moments as expected from a great cast. And something I really loved about it all is that every woman featured looked their age in the best of ways. No skeletons. No overdone fillers. Just women being real. I love that. Thank goodness.

And here's what else. Though some complained about the lack of arc and resolution, I beg to differ. Because the truth is, when one approaches 50, it's not really about coming to big revelations or conclusions. You probably have a pretty good idea of who you are, and you most likely are not going to use a weekend in Napa to figure it all out. Know why? Cause you just want to get drunk and sing songs with your friends. As it should be. And that's just what they did. And it was lovely.

In other news, I just caught up on the game of the thrones. Oh my sweet Lord.  At one point, I had my cardigan over my head while I held my ears. The sights and sounds were simply too much for me- a repulsive amount of violence. Crazy dragon lady even had me feeling bad for Circe. The nonstop violence was too much to bear. I couldn't handle it. If given a choice, I think I'd rather be sipping pinot grig with Maya and company. Screw the Iron Throne. That's not my kind of leaning in. At all.

And lastly in other TV news, if you have not yet watched Shtisel on Netflix, it's a shanda, or scandal in Yiddish. How a show about Orthodox Jews in Jerusalem could be so bingeworthy is truly G-d's plan. And is it wrong I find the lead, Akiva, completely gorgeous, payes and all? I love the women on the show too- one who does what it takes to take care of her family after her husband bails, and another a beautiful widow whose lust for Akiva is forbidden. Great show- incidentally all in Hebrew and Yiddish with subtitles. 

I guess my point is let's hear it for the ladies of TV land, and showing ladies past a traditional prime. Though many complain of shite roles for women in Hollywood, maybe the smaller screen is the place to be. From midlife chick flicks to mad queens to women rebelling against very traditional roles, it's happening. (I caveat that GOTS does not treat women well on the show in many instances. In fact, it is often shockingly offensive- now that we have so many strong women onscreen let's get more in the writer's room, ok?

Anyway, I'm on assignment this week and not coming up for air much so writing this early in the am to keep it all keeping on. Cause that's what's up this boob tube of a Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in ladies first. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1407462 2019-05-10T12:29:16Z 2019-05-10T12:31:21Z Maven recommends: A Mother's Day Product Round Up

Good morning, Friday. TGIF, babes.

This week was fairly magical. I can feel momentum happening around my work and I'm thrilled with that. I loved getting another piece on the Ageist, even though one reader commented that Keanu can't be all that wonderful if he promotes violence through his films (I officially have a hater). Besides that, I was grateful for some time this week to walk around this beautiful, vibrant city.  I'm feeling a lot of creative energy with the new season (even though Spring is feeling less than Spring like) and look forward to new projects in a way I haven't before. Why? Because I'm focused on taking on work that satisfies me creatively, and that gives me hope. I'm just finishing up a project for a shoe line and have a few more things in the works, but I'm also focused on reinventing this here blog so look for that in the weeks to come. 

In other news, it's been a while since I've shouted out a product. I'll break you off a few things I've been hearting on lately ,and without further ado, and just in time for Mother's Day to boot.

First up, this toner from Strivectin is just fabulous. As many of you know, I write for Strivectin from time to time and am a big fan of their products. This is their first toner and it doesn't disappoint. I'm generally not a toner person until the warmer months, as they tend to dry out my skin. But this one has a silky texture that feels lovely on the face. It's not that astringent feel you're used to, but it's a nice step before serum and feels like a great way to activate your other products. I know that's not what toner really does, but it's a great one. Plus it provides radiance and glow. Two of my favorite things. Gorgeous. Get this. If you're more of an oily type, this may not be your jam. But if you tend to be more combo and on the dry side, this toner is great.  Shake well for maximum results.

Second, I am OBSESSED with this green eye goodness from Chanel. You all know Chanel makeup is my jam and this green combo is completely fantastic. I've shied away from green as I've gotten older because it feels like "too much", but I couldn't pass up this combo. The eyeliner is gorgeous, the green mascara is magical, and this quad is so pretty, but warning- you need to tread lightly as it's super pigmented. I personally love just doing the eyeliner and mascara for every day use, and use the eyeshadow for when I want to feel a bit more glam. It's just stunning. They also do a new grey, blue, and mauve. The grey is probably next on my list. Grey is good on my greenish eyes.

Also have you smelled Diptyque's new Eau de Minthé? I happened to walk by the store the other day and couldn't resist a sniff.  It's so lovely and fresh. Composed of fern, mint, patchouli, and geranium with a hint of rose. I love it. In fairness, it skews more masculine so lovely for the men folk.  It's fresh and clean, like I imagine Trevor Noah would smell. That's how a man should smell, ps. Now you know. Good for chicks, too. I'd so wear this with a pretty dress to take the girly edge off.

Oh and no pre-Summer product round up is complete without a self tanner. This one from Tarte came to me by chance and I'm so glad it did. It's a fabulous, streak proof self tanner that dries in a flash and lasts for days. Excellent.

Just a few picks pour tu this Friday am. Hope you have a glorious Mother's Day weekend. Khan and I will be holding it down in NYC while David is out of town. Cause that's what's up this product shout out of a Friday in the 718, Yours, in bits and bobs. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1407063 2019-05-09T12:11:44Z 2019-05-09T12:12:27Z Can a jumpsuit change your life?

Oh hello, Thursday.  How goes?

So I know I haven't written about clothes much of late because my focus has shifted to more content around reinvention and midlife and the like.  But I saw something the other day in Soho that made me remember why I love clothes, and why my point of view when it comes to style is kind of unique.

I was waiting to meet a friend at the Gucci store in Soho (as one does) but had a few spare moments and ended up in Celine. I know the fact that Hedi Slimane took over from Phoebe Philo was super controversial to some, but I love him and always have. I know Pheeb's legacy is huge, but Hedi's doing some great things for Celine. I have always been a fan of his sexy androgyny. It's probably the type of clothing I feel best in, particularly when I'm feeling in peak shape (not at the moment mind you but soon...).

So when I saw this leather jumpsuit it changed up my game a bit.

I fell madly in love with it. And though out of my price range, my fantasies surrounding it began almost instantly. I was willing to cease all carbo loading to wear it. I was willing to work around the clock to get it. And most of all, I dreamt of a scenario where this jumpsuit with ankle restraints could somehow become my everyday uniform. If my everyday uniform required me to lead some kind of super cool gang, that is. 

Now I'm aware many of you are having a big wtf maven moment right now. But for me, this jumpsuit is the perfect uniform. Like- where would I NOT go wearing this? I'd wear it to work with flats or a sneaker (remember i've always worked in creative casual environments). I'd I'd wear it to lunch. To dinner. To parties with a high heeled, barely there sandal. To any number of hotel bars.  I love the fact it provides instant cool cred. And it's somehow lightweight enough to not be an oven. But fact- not going to look good on mere mortals. And that of course, is part of the fantasy. But back to reality- I probably won't end up owning this, but I'm pretty sure this jumpsuit would be what I'd buy after selling the rights to a screenplay or removing several ribs to fit into it. A girl can dream.

I just wanted to share how much I still love clothes. How much they still inspire and move me and make me want to steam all of my vegetables. If loving you is wrong...

Just a little silly love song for ya this Thursday, brought to you by Hedi Slimane. Oh and I wrote a piece about Keanu that got published here. Check it out, people. I'd absolutely wear this get up to hang with him. Cause that's what's up this jump up and down kind of Thursday in the 718. Yours, in fashion aspirations. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1406385 2019-05-07T13:09:06Z 2019-05-07T13:09:10Z Going camping? My thoughts on the Met Ball

Good morning, Tuesday. Cloudy in the city and enjoying a bit of solitude today.

So I usually write about the Met Ball, and I guess I will today too. But it's not what you think. Because I'm neither delighted or impressed. As one fellow follower of fashion friend of mine said on his Instagram- doesn't this all just feel so ridiculous and indulgent under the lens of the times in which we live? The answer is a strong yes for me.

Thing is, the theme is probably lost on anyone under 45. I'm going to guess many millennials have no idea what "camp" truly means. Having grown up with a gay cousin who dressed in drag and having also grown up as a young child in the 70s, I think I have a pretty good idea. Also the Susan Sontag essay is probably lost on that whole crowd, and admittedly, most people.  I suppose you can't expect Bella Hadid to deconstruct cultural nuances. That does seem a bit much. And the funny thing is so many people thought that so many people really "got it" this year. I disagree. 

Kendall and Kylie- feathers does not a camp make. You too, Anna. You too.

Kim- why so wet? Why do you always like to look wet? I don't understand. Go home  and towel off.

Cardi B was a fan favorite. But you're just vulgar to me and that's the truth. Distasteful and campy are not necessarily a thing. A period dress? Is that what it was? A showstopper yes. But camp? I dunno.

Everyone in Gucci- safe. Easy. Camp. Best looks of the night though in my mind. Harry Styles got the memo. So did Jared Leto (they were my two favs ps). So did Saoirse Ronan. And that afterparty at the gym uptown was most likely the real party.

Celine Dion- You are camp meets white walker. Well done.

Hamish Bowles. Camp as f.

Gaga. Nice dress color but whatever with her.

Jordan Roth. Stellar.

Amber Valletta. Wax on wax off.  I can't stop staring at her crotch. And now you can't either. 

I think I'm done. Also- where in F was Madonna? She's the campiest of them all.

I guess for me the theme is weird. And to me, men were the only ones who got it right, particularly the gay ones.  This look was amazing too but whatever who cares. I  know it seems like i do, but I just don't.  Camp seems a bit too much of an opaque construct for the masses. And that's my issue. Over intellectualizing fashion seems off right now, even though camp is hardly a heady pursuit. I just think the whole business of Met Ball is so blech at this point. Where's the real glamour and creativity and originality? Just seems like everyone's a designer puppet these days. Now with marabou feathers. You can fight me on this if you want. But that's how I feel. It's almost as big of a yawn as Meghan Markle's royal baby.  PS I will go to see this show of course. Because I know what camp is. And it ain't a selfie with Kylie Jenner, I know that.

Cause that's what's up this very uncampy Tuesday in the 718. Yours, in thank you, next. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1405932 2019-05-06T13:28:26Z 2019-05-07T00:04:31Z Ageism- It's getting old.

Good morning, Monday. It's a beautiful bright day in the city yet somehow my old brownstone has the heat turned up to full blast. Needless to say, I'm looking forward to being outside. This is kind of BS.

Besides all of that, I read a post from a former boss/mentor that gave me pause this morning in between sweating. She's got a big  job overseas and was asked by a German journalist how it felt to have such a gig at her age. She's almost 60 and though Germans are notoriously blunt, I still find that shocking. Why should anyone have to justify their age when it comes to having a job that requires a tremendous amount of experience? 

If you look at our current presidential race, you'll see that 60 feels young. Joe Biden is almost 80. As is Trump. As is Bernie. Is it a ok for men to have arguably the most important job in the world at such advanced ages? I don't get it. 

There was also a fairly brill article about Madonna's new album on British Vogue today. In it, they noted that although Madonna has bulldozed her middle finger through society when it comes to sexuality, feminism, and style for years, her biggest battle is being fought now. And that's ageism. I admit it- I'm not feeling wonderful about Madonna of late and maybe that's my bad. If she is indeed someone who shocked the world with that amazing "Like a Virgin" performance at the MTV Awards way back in 1984 and gave us the SEX book, maybe she's here now to show us a thing or two about what it means to still feel very much in your zone when you are over 60. And to challenge how we feel about age in general.

These days, ageism is trending in a very big way. And I do think that although both sexes suffer from it, it's harder for women because of the obvious objectification of youth when you are female. One person who seems to continually dodge this bullet is J.Lo. Perhaps because at 49, it seems like she is reverse aging. Body is better than ever. Hair and skin are perfection. Dance skills still so fly. She's a miracle. Somehow, J. Lo's age is lauded vs. panned. Because she looks perfect. And that bar is ridiculous for the rest of us to achieve. And we shouldn't have to. 

Because when someone like Madonna shows some signs of age, it's somehow more disturbing. And maybe Madonna's campiness now feels a bit too cabaret/Dietrich/schticky for some. All I know is that for normal people like me and you, we are thank goodness not in the media being scrutinized in this way. But if you believe in the trickle down theory of life, then you too will know that Madonna is a mirror on how society views age and women in particular, and that just has to change.  Look how we are worshipping at the altar of Keanu these days. And he's 54. I'm aware his hard chill vibe and steeliness allow him a certain transcendent quality, but you get my point. 

As my generation reaches the 50-yard line, one thing is clear to me. Gen X is a generation that holds on to its youth the way it holds on to its cynicism. There's no doubt my crowd won't take aging sitting down- we'll fight it tooth and nail as we dig our Chucks into the ground. We're not going without a fight. And the notion of being doing and loving whatever age you're at? That's a revolution worth fighting for.  Look at this pic of the cast of "Reality Bites" from the other night, 25 years after the movie was made. Love.  Still cool as hell after all these years.

It's all so terribly subjective, this age thing. But what should change is the judgement. I myself admit I want youth in Washington, but mostly because the old white man thing is too scary to me. But there's a big difference between running the country than there is performing at an awards show. And we need to explore our damaged relationship with age and celebrate not just youth,  but maturity and evolution. So don't you forget about me or anyone else. And by the way, we won't let you.  Because ageism is old news, or at least it may be soon.  I'm still trying to find my way on my own journey, ps. And I'm a ok with that.

Cause that's what's up this older is a ok kind of Monday in the 718, Yours, in changing the game and blazing trails. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1403982 2019-05-01T12:37:10Z 2019-05-02T01:46:29Z Vegas is the best. Here's why.

Good morning. I’m in BK but Vegas is still top of mind. Fun was very much had and it was nice to connect with a new bunch of women, all bonded together to celebrate our friend’s bday. I remember when I was a whole lot younger feeling weird about hanging with a group of women I didn’t know, but with age comes acceptance- of self and others. And this was just a wonderful group of women and I feel lucky to have met them. But back to Vegas. Because I just love it. And even though I hadn’t been back since my wedding day, it was super fun for all the right reasons. Cause if you don’t like Vegas, you don’t like fun. 

 And truly coming back here as an older person was just as fun as it was when I was younger. It’s truly multigenerational- you can go to clubs with all the kiddos or you can go see a show, drink, eat, shop with a huge range of ages. I think I may have to make Vegas more of a regular thing. 

 So here’s some things I love about Sin City. Oh, and incidentally- I don’t gamble. I like to say it’s the one vice I’ve never had. There’s so much going on in Vegas you can truly not set foot in a casino if you don’t feel like it, although you kind of have to.

 The service. First things first, your maven is a sucker for good service. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate someone taking the effort to check in with me during a meal, or during a stay at a hotel, or even when shopping. Restaurants answer the phone on the first ring. Reservations are seated on time. Shows go on like clockwork. The level of service is probably the best anywhere, and they make you feel like you just won a million dollars, even if you don’t gamble.

 The spectacle. The fact that a completely man-made planet was created in the middle of the desert is just astounding. For our last night, we sat at the spectacularly gorgeous sushi resto in the Wynn, Mizumi. The view was outrageous- floor to ceiling windows looking out on a Japanese forest, complete with the most beautiful waterfall. It’s all so over the top. And as someone who like a bit of maxi with her mini, I find it all so delightful. A forest in the middle of the desert while sipping on a whiskey cocktail. I can’t. Yes I can. And I will again.

 The manic panic of it all. So Vegas is a town for people with two faces. My two faces allow me to have a solid appreciation for both the high and the low. So I adore the old, decrepit part of the strip just as much as I love the flower bridge at the Wynn and the gorgeous designer shopping. I’m not sure if everyone finds both sides as equally delicious as I do, but I’m weird like that. One minute you can be in a rockabilly inspired vintage trailer, the next you can be sipping champagne in the Dior store. Incidentally, champagne in Vegas tastes bette for some reason. I'm not sure why.

 The debauchery. I think this may be the part that turns people off to Vegas- it’s truly the biggest party you can go to, and I love that. People are drunk. And now people are high too (thanks legal weed). Incidentally, the dispensaries are completely amazing and branded and I was super impressed. If you like to get rowdy/wasted/crunk/whateverlovewants you can have it. Yea the pool at the Wynn resembled a lake at Sodom and Gomorrah, but why not go with it? Life is short. I love there’s a place where people simply come to party their faces off. Also, if you are ever questioning whether something you packed is too low, too short, or too over the top, it isn't. The fact that you are even asking yourself that is something lost on the majority of women there, who are literally wearing the least amount of clothing I've ever seen. I lived in Miami so this was less of a shock for me. :)

 The entertainment. In addition to an entire city set up to serve tourists, the entertainment component is a huge part of Vegas.

 The shopping. If you’re a girl or a guy who likes to shop- Vegas is off the rails. Particularly if you like diamonds. Or Louis. Or Chloe. Or Stella. Or Jimmy. Or Gucci. Or Chanel .You get the picture. The stores are amazing, and the service is divine. The shops at the Wynn are stellar. and they have a new area that has Opening Ceremony and YSL. And hot tip for luxury fans- you know that bag you can’t find in NY? Try and get it in Vegas- their waitlists are often shorter than big markets like New York or LA.. And if you’re a vintage type, tons of great stuff in the arts district. Great bunch of shops selling everything a vintage lover would want. Not necessarily high end, but lots of fun pieces.

 The food. Oh man. You can’t have decadence without great food. And the food in Vegas is outrageously great. The best meal we had was at a place called EDO, in an unassuming strip mall in Chinatown. We arrived at midnight and had the most fabulous tasting menu. The resto is modern tapas/Barcelona inspired and omg holy deliciousness. And the price was incredibly reasonable, and of course- the service- mwah. Highly recommend if you go to Vegas and feel like getting off the strip. Phenomenal. It's not just about big mega restaurants with celebrity chefs- there's tons of great options for more adventurous types that want something unscripted.

The clockwork. Another thing I love about Vegas is the precision aspect of it all. Everyone in Vegas is well aware they have a job to do- and they do it so well. From concierges to sommeliers to croupiers to all the amazing people that help put on all the shows around town, it’s an incredible exercise in collaboration. I just love that. It’s fascinating to watch this giant machine in action. 

Oh and I adored the Wynn. My friend Irma told me it’s for “old people with oxygen masks” but I didn’t see that at all. It’s such a beautiful hotel and the rooms are so lovely. Great location too right next to the Venetian. The landscaping of the grounds is just tremendous and I loved the service.

 As I was leaving Vegas on Monday am, the most Vegas thing happened.

 I was getting out of the elevator with my bell guy who was helping me with my bag at 6 am. Getting on the elevator was what appeared to be an aging Russian mobster, accompanied by his “lady”, who appeared to have been a bit of a rental. As we exited and they got in, my guy said “Good morning, sir”.

 To which the mobster replied with a coke sniff, “Good night”. And then his lady spanked him on the butt.


 Vegas is high/low and everything in between. And I can’t wait to go back. Cause that’s what’s up this so money kind of Wednesday in the 718. Yours, in rolling the dice. XO




Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1403659 2019-04-30T13:45:26Z 2019-04-30T13:46:00Z On the 30th anniversary of "Say Anything", we can still all learn about love from Lloyd

Good morning, Tuesday. I'm back in NY after a weekend in Vegas and I'm easing into the week. More on Vegas tomorrow or the next day.

So today marks the (gulp) 30th anniversary of "Say Anything". OMG. How how how?

If you're not familiar, it's a movie that addresses that incredible summer between high school and college, when anything is possible.  Directed by Cameron Crowe and starring Ione Skye and John Cusack. It's a classic, beautiful love story- underachieving but whip smart boy gets valedictorian over achieving girl. Girl leaves to start college. AThe film is a perfect depiction of that excruciatingly, achingly beautiful first love. 

And speaking of love, who could forget one of Hollywood's most iconic one? The one where Cusack's character, Lloyd Dobbler, stands outside of Skye's window, holding up a boombox, in a trench coat, playing "In Your Eyes"? Movie gold. And just like that, every woman in America wanted their very own Lloyd Dobler. And though the movie feels dated from a style point of view, the sentiment still suits. John Cusack has always been the perfect guy, for many women who like the smart, funny, sensitive type. The underdog. The wallflower at the party who makes you laugh.  The scene could have been so cheesy, but through Cusack's brilliant portrayal, it was endearing and lovely. You could almost sense he didn't want to do it, and that's what made it so fantastic. He was fighting for that first love.

Incidentally, there is a scene in the movie that speaks so clearly to Generation X it hurts. When Diane's father asks Lloyd what is plans are for college and beyond, Lloyd says the following:

"I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don't want to do that".

Those words. So indicative of a generation that was apathetic about capitalism and consumer culture in general. Coming out of the 80s it was easy to see why. We saw conspicuous consumption on steroids. We saw big hair, big shoulders, big cars. We saw that greed was good for some but mostly bad for others. And then l ended up in advertising. And I sold a lot of stuff, bought a lot of stuff, and processed a a lot of stuff. If only I had listened to Lloyd...

So that movie, made way back in 1989, was a seminal one for so many. John Cusack, at least for me, was everything I ever wanted in a guy. It's true I wrote about Keanu last week, but I have been team Cusack from way back in the day. I first fell for him in 'The Sure Thing". And then think about movies like "High Fidelity" and "Grosse Pointe Blank". But back to Lloyd. Because  in many ways, we were all looking for our own Lloyd Dobler. And at a time when men are feeling much in flux when it comes to their role as partners and lovers, take some notes from Lloyd. Love with wonder. And don't be afraid to be who you are.

Cause that's what's up this saying anything and meaning it kind of Tuesday in the 718. Yours, in Cusack forever. Oh, and Joe lies. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1402284 2019-04-26T17:10:07Z 2019-04-26T17:11:21Z Maven crush Friday: Going into the weekend like Lowe...

Good afternoon, Friday .I'm writing to you from a plan on the way to Vegas where I'm watching "Friends" and Danny DeVito is stripping to "Tainted Love" and sipping on a bloody mary. All in all, not too terrible.

And in honor of a girls trip with fellow midlife mavens, I had to share my love and affection for Pearl Lowe, who's 49 years old and every bit my girl crush. She's one of those cool English birds I dig more than anything. And now she boasts a fabulous line of dresses (I want them all).

I'm also OBSESSED with her Instagram, which celebrates maximalism to its height. 

The English do this so well, ps. That eccentric, loopy aristocrat thing. I'm all about it. Much better than Kimye's minimalist starship enterprise. I don't relate to that at all.  I need warmth and personality in my casa. I love her notion of "faded glamour". So fabulous. So into it.

Anyway, Pearl's my girl. I love her. Love her vintage aesthetic, love her cool girl cred (here she is with Kate Moss in hazy days), and love that she came out the other end of a gnarly addiction and survived to tell the tale. She's fabulous, and mom to Daisy Lowe, a gorgeous girl in her own right. And that's why she's this midlife maven's crush of the week. I'll be hanging in Sin City till Monday. Wish me luck, cause you know I'll be a lady. 

Cause that's what's up this over the top kind of Friday en route to the west coast. Yours, in rolling the dice and English roses. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1401480 2019-04-24T15:07:51Z 2019-04-27T01:29:31Z Musings from midlife: Who can we be now when it comes to personal style?

Good morning, Wednesday. Beautiful one in NYC today.  Have a million errands to do today but at least the sun will be shining through the tedium.

So as you all by now know, I've been thinking much about this thing called midlife.

What does it mean? How do I navigate? What's in store? 

Besides an inevitable fear of hot flashes, I'm committed to living my most authentic life. And what that means is only saying "yes" to things I truly want to do.  I recently wrote some copy for a shoe brand and found it so effortless and lovely because I was allowed to use my voice. It's true the brand is slightly different than my aesthetic, but it was so much fun to write it didn't even feel like work. I'm amazed every day how this writing career has completely shifted the way I think about work in general. Part of me kicks myself for not pursuing this more full tilt when I was young. But then I'm grateful for finding it at a point i my life when I really needed to pivot. 

Another thing I've been thinking about is how women are depicted over 40.  On the one hand, we have the Norwegian looking long, flowing grey haired goddess, makeup free type- who is most likely a vegan and practices yoga every day and wears primarily white and though sensationally beautiful,  I'm not her.

I'm also not quite as wacky (though this one is admittedly closer) as that kooky older women archetype a la Iris Apfel or Linda Rodin we see everywhere. I relate a bit more here, but not quite. Also I'm not that old yet. So for me, that just doesn't feel right, even though they too are amazing. It ain't me, babe. (PS love the woman in the track suit. Ah-mazing).

There's also the more "lean in" archetype- of women running the show in business a la Sheryl Sandberg. I have never, ever had the need to wear anything resembling a suit to work, so for me, that whole pencil skirt thing is not really a thing.  Not my tempo.

Recently I cut my hair off again. It's super short and I'm happy with it. To me, having short hair is a bit of a middle finger to traditional feminine ideals, but strangely enough, I feel more womanly with my hair short than not. And I'm keeping it bright copper red because red hair just makes me feel like me, even though I'm far from a natural redhead. I identify as a redhead and that's the truth- it suits me. I'm obsessed with women like Stella Tennant and a bit more of a tomboy look. Here she is above from a Zara campaign last year. I have always, always loved her look and love how she's getting older right along with me, even if I'm not ten feet tall or an English aristocrat. She's fantastic. #goals.

If anything, I feel more aligned with women like Winona Ryder, Sofia Coppola, and former Sassy mag editors cum bloggers Andrea Linnett and Kim France. They're still cool, and I imagine they still blast Sonic Youth and have a youthfulness and cred I really connect to. It will be interesting to attend that 50th birthday weekend in Vegas and chat a bit about what it means to be 50 or on the verge. I can't tell you how much I'm loving this part of life and figuring out who I am. Finally. The strong sense of self is worth the price of admission. 

And what's great about all the women above is they are all authentic and true to who they are, and that's fabulous. And there's no need to put yourself under pressure to see where you fit in- because maybe you just don't and that's amazing too. But despite all the options, we still have work to do when it come to confidence at midlife and beyond.

Check it- I found a great article in Time about how the whole notion of body positivity leaves out women over 40. if we are learning to embrace body types that are not traditionally ideal, we should think about how to embrace what is considered beautiful and sexy, spider veins and all. From the piece is an interesting statistic from 2018:

"Currently, there are approximately 14,520 posts with the hashtag #agepo or #agepositive, versus 8.3 million posts with the hashtag #bodypositivity or #bodypositive. A scroll through the latter indeed reveals women who appear to be mostly in their 20s".

And from the same piece, with Gen X representing about a fifth of the overall population and with about 30 percent of the spending power, "Xers drop almost double what millennials do on “apparel and services”; we also purchase more products from brands we follow on social media than millennials".

There's a big opportunity for brands to engage with X, yet they don't. I'm hoping to help break ground on real talk about aging, particularly in my crowd and demographic. Because reality doesn't have to bite. But it doesn't have to be invisible either. And like the sentiment at the top of the post, being authentic and just being you requires bravery. And to find out who you are and want to be is pure joy. Trust.

Cause that's what's up this authentic Wednesday in the 718. Yours, in breaking molds and being true. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1400778 2019-04-22T15:29:16Z 2019-04-23T02:13:02Z Keanu Reeves. He's one of ours.

Good morning, Monday. It's a gloomy, sleepy Monday in New York which I always find seductive in some kind of way. The slowness of it all. It's lovely truly. Lazing into the work week and such.

So this weekend I peeped the new cover of GQ, with none other than Keanu Reeves on the cover. With amazing photos shot by Daniel Jackson, the twitterverse was aflutter as a collective "damn Felicia" was uttered in regards to just how cool and incredibly hot Keanu looks. And as one friend posted this am- "one word: 54". He's one of us. And by us, I mean a Gen Xer. By the skin of his teeth mind you (Gen X birth years start in 1965 but I'll let it slide), but one of us nonetheless.

Keanu is 5 to the fucking 4. Can you believe that? What is it about Keanu that has endless appeal? Is it that he seems just kind of regular in the best of ways? Is it that he keeps on getting better? Full disclosure- I've never been the biggest fan of his acting, though I recently rewatched "My Own Private Idaho" and he was magnificent and dark in that one.

I love that he's on the cover of GQ. I love how transcendentally rad he looks. And I love that everyone's loving him. Love to love you, Keanu. Thanks for keeping it real. You "over the hill assassin" you. His words, not mine.

You be the judge, but he's a dream. I love the opening line of the piece, ps:

"Here, before you're quite ready for him, is Keanu Reeves: At the top of the driveway of the Chateau Marmont, smoking a cigarette on a low couch, like he's on his front porch".

Who's cooler? Who would you rather stay up late drinking and listening to vinyl with? Not many people. Not many people.

And like the piece says:

"Every generation gets its own Keanu Reeves, except every generation's Keanu Reeves is this Keanu Reeves".

Keanu Reeves- the best example of a transcendent hero for all the ages. What could be better?

Cause that's what's up this long live Keanu of a Monday in the 212. Yours, in excellent midlife adventures. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1399650 2019-04-19T12:22:16Z 2019-04-19T12:23:11Z The way we wore: A journey down memory lane, the footwear edition

Good morning, Friday. Happy Easter and Passover to all.  

So I've been seeing a style story all over the Internet about the return of the Steve Madden platform slide with the bandage strap. These were standard fare in the 90s, though I must say- I never rocked them. Because they're hideous. And even though I may or may not have had a few baby backpacks (of the Stussy and Diesel varietal) as well as a cadre of slip dresses and baby tees (baby stuff- it was a thing), these shoes were not my jam. And rest assured, they will not be this go around either.  I love that tear from Sassy above- featuring the amazing Andrea Linnett whose current blog I religiously ponder on the regs.

It's funny because I was pondering the 90s the other day (as one does) and not thinking about fashion, but what my drink of choice used to be. And I really didn't come up with much besides the fact that I think I drank quite a bit of beer. And vodka and tonics. But other than that, I drew a blank. Perhaps because of all those vodka and tonics.  And I think there were a decent amount of Jack and Cokes. When I would hang in the East Village at bars like Lucy's or Cherry Tavern.

But back to the shoes. I absolutely wore these Converse slides to death. They were so a thing back then, I'd rock them with all my little slip dresses. I think I need these again.

And there was definitely a kitten heel mule. With a bow. Also to go with those slip dresses. Chic non?

And I know there was a covered toe, suede high heeled clog (kind of like these but not leather)with an ankle strap that made me feel like Minnie Mouse for some reason. I remember wearing them with cut off denim shorts in the summertime. I also semi recall a platform loafer. Maybe I wore them as a work shoe in my early days in advertising. Kind of naff I know.

Oh and there was definitely an engineer boot. And a harness boot. Those were a wee bit more early 90s though. I'd wear them with boot cut cords and a bodysuit. Or with my Gap denim overalls. Tough.

And of course, my beloved Chinese slippers. I wore these all around town and were a favorite for running errands on the Upper East Side in my early days of New York life.

I am wincing in advance over all the bandage platforms I'm going to see this summer. Needless to say, I won't be joining them. I'll still be rocking my Vans slides, Gucci slides, and I'm fairly into my No. 6 clog sandals as per usual. So I guess my style is a bit same same, just evolved. How did you do the 90s and will you be rocking the Steve Maddens this time around? Rest assured, the 90s were not all Spice Girl platforms and hideous slides. Vogue's homage to 90s shoe chic shows the best of the era. And there's those kitten heels...I was not quite on a budget to wear Blahniks back then by the way.

Look how chic Linda looks in those Birkenstocks by the way. Who wouldn't wear either of these looks right now from head to toe? Not to mention this infamous shot of Kate rocking hers. So good. Truth be told, I did not go down the Birkenstock road back then. But Lord knows I'm rocking the crap out of 'em now. Suede Arizonas. Black leather with white buckles. White single strap patent leather. And a faux furkenstock I rocked all winter. Obsessed. The images above will forever be inspirational to me. So classic and cool and perfect.

Cause that's what's up this foot fetish of a Friday in the 718. Yours, in silly shoes and signs of the times. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1398853 2019-04-17T12:20:59Z 2019-04-17T12:27:32Z On burning out, selling out, and generation gaps

Good morning, Wednesday. Gettin' over that hump.

So the other day on the Facebook I posted about a commercial from Fidelity Investments, talking about retirement with the backing track of "If You Leave" by OMD, made infamous by the movie "Pretty in Pink". Gulp. So many feelings. 

If this is a commercial clearly marketed at Gen X,  it gave me pause. How many of us are thinking about retirement? I guess it's not that far fetched but still- it feels so strange. Whoever thought that the Duck man would become an old man? 

But besides that, I loved that a pal of mine from high school commented about whether or not the band "sold out" by selling the rights to their music for this admittedly cheesy commercial. Spoken like a true Xer. And I think that's the biggest difference between us and them. And by them I mean the millennials. Because for millennials, selling out is so not a thing. With mounting student loans and living at home longer and the cult of Instafame, all cards that lead to wealth and fame are cards that should always be played. I can't help but wonder if all that fame seeking makes millennials as difficult to work with as many people say they are. Is it because the traditional workplace is simply too confining for people who dream of being front and center and are merely background players? They're also notoriously prone to early burnout. Sellouts and burnouts. Not a great look. Maybe Neil Young had it right all those years ago. Is it better to burn out than to fade away? Kurt Cobain put that famous line in his suicide note, and I remember him being criticized by fans for going too mainstream.That used to be a thing. It isn't now.

As for my generation? We never showed our hand when it came to "selling out". It was beyond frowned upon, even though we were the MTV generation and brands were clamoring to be our pals. They just weren't giving us products to feature on social media. Or write about on our blogs. Because we didn't have those things. And we were familiar with 15 minutes of fame but we didn't care.What a difference a generation makes.

And now that Generation Z is hot on the heels of millennials as the new golden child of demography, it will be interesting to see how they handle the notion of selling out, because after all, they are our kids. And they're already being touted as more cynical than millennials. That's prototypical X behavior right there.

That said, many Xers would now probably love the opportunity to shill for brands and pocket some cold, hard cash. We're not idiots. It's just that not many of us are being asked to the party. Besides being an audience to commercials that features the music we grew up with. So are you willing to sell out? And what does that even mean in such a blurry world where brands are expected to lead conversations and be in service of consumers? Interesting times these.

Cause that's what's up this X marks the spot kind of Wednesday in the 718. Yours, in selling out vs. burning out. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1398091 2019-04-15T12:32:32Z 2019-04-15T12:32:33Z All grown up? Be a kid again.

Good morning, Monday. Hope your weekend was all that. How 'bout that Game of Thrones though?

So I've talked about this before but it's worth chatting again given my recent posts about reinvention. I have always held true to the belief that going back to childhood for clues about what you should really be doing with your life is a sound strategy. As in- go on, be a kid again.

What I mean by this is that those romantic poets we studied in English lit were on to something. Wordsworth famously said that "the child is the father of man". I believe that to be true, particularly when it comes to our life's work. I'm well aware that a few things happen along the way in this thing called life. But to me, being a child is the purest expression of who we are, before the world gets a hold of us and influences us to sometimes not follow our dreams. This may not be true for everyone mind you, but it's certainly true for me.

As a child all of my time and energy and focus was spent on creative pursuits. Whether I was drawing or writing, it was always a creative endeavor that made me happy and feel most myself. I recently watched this excellent documentary on Antonio Lopez, whose fashion illustrations were hugely influential on me as a child. I would stare at them for hours and try to draw my very own version. I also wrote short stories and poems and was always so intrigued by artists and writers during my young life. But then of course life happened and i took a bit of a different path. It's true I've always worked with creative people, but having had such a strong identity as a creative as a child, I spent a lifetime wondering how to get back there. And here I am. Inner child cliches aside, I feel back in touch with the person I always wanted to be.

If you are feeling lost in the dark woods of indecision about what to do next, look forward, but also look back. I guarantee there are some clues in your young life to help decode your future. And if you're doing something you really love that allows you to connect to that pure joy you felt as a kiddo, that's just awesome. 

And for all my pals who are parents out there, please encourage your children to follow their dreams, however crazy they may sound. Be a guardian of what they love and enjoy that journey with them. It's everything.

Wishing you lots of love and inspiration this week. "Tis the season for reinvention. Cause that's what's up this thing called life kind of Monday in the 718. Yours, in not kidding around. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1397318 2019-04-12T12:51:02Z 2019-04-12T12:51:57Z Keep your box. I'll check my own.

Good morning, Friday. TGIF. First of all, thank you for all the tremendous love you've shown me, and thanks to the Ageist for publishing a version of my piece on ageism in advertising. It's incredibly affirming and I feel so focused on what's next for me.

So one thing I was thinking about was this- this whole notion of reinvention/rebooting is not something that came into my life as I realized I was growing out of my lifelong career. It started very, very young for me. I've always had wanderlust when it comes to work. Maybe it's because I had the nagging sense that somehow, what I was doing was not me living my most authentic life when it came to my career. I worked for the best agencies. I worked with the best creative talent. I stayed in incredible hotels and got to see some beautiful places. And all of that was wonderful. But I'd be lying if I said there were many days and nights when I yearned for something else. And that's hard. It was hard my entire life. I have often been accused of "grass is always greener" thinking. But maybe it's because I had the sneaking suspicion that there was something else I wanted. It was just hard for me to see. And the distraction of a very busy and stressful career didn't help. 

I searched so often for what it would take. But the nagging voice was the one that told me to "do my own thing".

That's the voice I heard over and over again. Sometimes I told it to shut the hell up. Other times I tried to listen to it but got too nervous to really hear it. Truth is, I've been a writer my entire life. And the other truth? People in advertising would never, ever think of me as one. And I know that's what kept me from doing this sooner. The fear. 

The fear that people whose creativity I had come to respect and admire would somehow deem me "not good enough". Or "who does she think she is being a writer now"? I know- it's defeatist and ridiculous but if you've worked in advertising you know why I say this. Because there is not a more siloed industry I can think of. Besides maybe factory work. It's completely insane. How on Earth can a house built on creativity put everyone in little boxes? I get that in a place that is at its best set up to make stuff, everybody needs a role. But to not accept and encourage talented people for all they can do seems ridiculous. And insecure.  Also why on Earth was I so afraid of what people would think? That is just so...argh.  If I'm mad at myself for anything, it's that.

And since the big marketing buzzword of the past couple of years has been "agility", I challenge members of the ad community and all workplaces to embrace people who may know a thing or two about more than a thing or two. There are polyglots everywhere. Why aren't we embracing them? Why is it so unfathomable that I can write and produce things? It's not. Or at least it's not to me. And if you want to retain great people, encourage them to share all their gifts. And then maybe people won't feel so stuck when they're left with a career that feels a little flat. Don't let other people put you in a box. Because you need to check your own when it comes to who you are and what you want.

And I started early on to grow weary of the typecasting. After all, I spent time as a trend forecaster and strategist, and of course, a producer. I clocked a ton of hours on this blog, and then I started slowly building a writing clientele which was absolutely amazing. And now here I am. I love to write for others, but I'm loving writing for myself. And that's where that whole "do your own thing" thing comes in. Finally.

I detest labels and titles and being compartmentalized. Unless of course, it's by your own volition. And right now, I am a writer. And that's what I'll be. And for the first time in forever, I don't want to be anything else. If you are or were fortunate enough to feel that way about work, lucky duck. But it doesn't matter when you get there. I just know that this whole reinvention thing weighed heavily on me my entire life. Because I just knew there was more.

Also, if you'r dealing with people who "don't see you" a certain way, it's hard to change them. And that's ok. I realize that most of my contacts in life are in advertising, but I also realized that very few of these people would help me when it comes to my writing. So I went around them and found my own people. And it's better like that. People are sometimes more comfortable thinking of you in one way. Like your parents. To them, you'll always be their little boy or little girl. And to some guy in high school or college you dated, you'll be remembered for the way you were, and not the way you are. And that makes sense. But as we grow and evolve and reinvent, we should surround ourselves with people who love the new and improved and current versions of ourselves. So that's very much my plan. I'm not saying some of those tried and true folks won't love you just the way you are, old or new. I am lucky to count many people like that in my friend and peer groups. Thank goodness. But chances are, it's going to be hard for some people to let go of the old you. So meh. Out with the old. Thank you. Next.

So the point here? I'm grateful. I'm excited. I feel inspired. And I do think that although torturous at times, I've been a lifelong rebooter, even if it was mostly in my own mind. I just knew there was something else. Always.

And I'm super curious about all of your journeys. How you've fared out there in this brave, new world. What are your fears and concerns? What's inspired you to push through? When did your lightbulb go off or are you still sitting in the dark? Talk to me. I'm here. And thank you again for all the love and support. It means the world. Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf? Not me.  

Cause that's what's up this keeping up with the changes kind of Friday in the 718, Yours, in roads to nowhere that
lead, well, everywhere. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1395965 2019-04-09T12:35:35Z 2019-04-09T12:36:10Z It's only 8:27 and I've already seized the day. Or at least, the doorbell.

Good morning, Tuesday. It's 8 am and I'm already proud of myself.

Because at precisely 7:40, my doorbell started buzzing. And it wouldn't stop. And I don't know how many you have been regaled by the dulcet sounds of a New York doorbell (holy shrill), but wow. Good morning.

Funny thing is- this happened about two weeks ago. And at that time my neighbor, who I think may be in the CIA, came to my rescue and unscrewed the sucker and cut the wires. If anyone knows how to cut wires- it was this guy. Me? Not really.

So finally the repair guy came yesterday- he of about 110 years. In two seconds he fixed it. Supposedly. Finally- Seamless could deliver again and I didn't have to go down three flights to let them in. YES.

But no.

David left for work early this am and just as I was drinking my first cup of coffee, el buzzer struck again. Khan started barking his head off. I started yelling for no reason. I was hoping that upstairs possibly CIA homie would come down again and save me. But alas- nobody came to my rescue. And then I realized nobody was going to rescue me. And then I felt guilty for needing rescue. I mean- we've come so far. What would Rhoda Morgenstern do? Why is the refrigerator still open? Should I put on a bra? 

At that moment, I called David, who happened to answer. After ransacking his too box, he directed me to where I might find the right screwdriver and then I went straight up MacGyver on the sucker. I unscrewed wires like a pro. I know most of you are snickering. Single women in particular. You do this shit all the time. And women with kids- you birthed babies out of your vaginas. Surely unscrewing an intercom would not be so tough for you. But as someone who relies very heavily on my husband to do things like this, I was not unpleased to have figured this out. And only two sips of coffee in too. 

Sometimes as a wife, I'm guilty of relying too much on my man to do stuff I don't want to do.  Even if I do believe women can do anything. It's true I phoned a friend aka my husband to guide me, but still, I did it. And Khan is still staring at it like "wtf just happened"?

So that's my morning excitement. What you got? Cheers to the women who are handy and can fix stuff. DIY all the way, as dumb as that sounds for something as simple as this. I have solved very complex problems in business, yet there I was, panicking over a doorbell. And scene.

Cause that's what's up this cuckoo Tuesday in the 718. Yours, in wifey got this. Grateful for inspiration, wherever and whenever it may strike.  XO

PS- On the small chance you are a millennial or some such and you don't know who Rhoda Morgenstern is, here you go. She's a fav of mine. That's her above too. Carry on.

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1395249 2019-04-08T14:38:46Z 2019-04-09T22:54:20Z Out on the town, and nothing to wear

Good morning, Monday. Thanks for all the love after Friday's post. I appreciate all the lovely messages I received of support and some of concern. I'm actually ok. I'm just learning to live my most authentic life and I'm devoted to sharing more of my deepest thoughts with you. More on that later in the week.

As for today, I'm officially stumped on a wardrobe thing. I know, right? That doesn't normally happen to me. But I was invited to a 50th birthday girl's weekend in Vegas at the end of this month and the dress code is one of my favorites: caftan chic. I've got that down. Don't worry. My caftans have caftans.

But we're going out on the town Saturday night so that caftan may not cut it. Needless to say, I don't require many nighttime looks these days. The last time I was out past midnight? I don't even remember . That's just not my thing anymore and I'm more than fine with it. But I remember all those nights as a younger woman in New York and all of those LOOKS, girl. So many looks, so little time.

If you lived in New York in the 90s, you no doubt owned about 5 pairs of black pants at the very least, which you wore with a cute "going out" top. Mine included some ribbed cap sleeve sweaters as well as some silky button downs a la Gucci (but not Gucci) with some sort of sexy bra peeking out underneath. There were also suede minis, and one white pleather one, worn with knee high boots. In the summer? My bevy of slip dresses. Often worn with a ribbed tank or nothing at all underneath and some Converse slides or plaftorm clogs. There were also of course some LBDS. A lot of those too.

But cut to now.

I really wasn't planning on buying a thing for this trip as I'm all about saving and not spending these days, but my insomnia got the better of me the other night so I took a spin around the internet. And OMG. What happened to going out wear? Well, nothing really. It's just that I'm a good deal older now and the looks that were served to me did not feel right. At all. Too short. Too tight. Too in your face when it comes to sexy. I'm not a vulgarian. Or a Kardashian. And I hate that whole jeans and a "cute top" thing. That ain't me, babe. No no no.

So what's a girl to do when she's, well, no longer a girl? If you search any site's "night out" looks, you're going to be shocked at how cheesy it all looks. Or at least I was.

For a Saturday night in Vegas,  I started leaning towards something vintage. Black of course. Maybe a maxi. Maybe something beaded. Definitely something from the 70s. But then Etsy gave me a headache so I had to stop looking.

So I settled on a classic from my own closet-  a one shoulder black silk Helmut Lang midi dress- Grecian/caftan in shape but polished and sexy in the right way. That maybe with a pair of gold Gucci heels I splurged on a few seasons back. That could do the trick. And boom. I 'm still on brief with the caftan thing. If that look fails, I'll go for my trusty Malia mills black jumpsuit- Long sleeved, silky button down with the same heels I mentioned from Gucci and loads of gold around the neck. Could work. When in doubt, ask yourself: What would Bianca do? Works every time.

I'm looking forward to a little Vegas action. What's your go to look these days when it come to night moves? If I was feeling reedier, I think my default would be a tux jacket/trousers and some high heeled sandals a la this look from Hedi Slimane's time at Dior. I'd make the pants move of the stovetop varietal to keep it very slim. To me, that's perfection. Holy chic.

Cause that's what's up this out on the town kind of Monday in the 718. Yours, in keeping it together, and rolling the dice. XO

Sheri Rosenberg
tag:sherimavenblog.com,2013:Post/1394147 2019-04-05T13:50:26Z 2019-04-05T17:05:37Z Friday aka Cry day

Good morning, Friday. TGIF.

So this one's tough for me to write but I'll just say it- I'm a bit of a hormonal, emotional wreck.

Lately I've been ripping off a lot of band aids in my life- everything from switching career paths to taking care of my health to financial responsibility. And I'm feeling a little raw. And everything, and I do mean everything, is making me cry. The fact that my dog is getting old is making me cry. The push/pull/rollercoaster fun house of female hormones is making me cry. The story on the Today show about the pregnant mom battling breast cancer is doing me in.

Thing is, I've spent a career and lifetime being the strong one. Producer lady who holds it all together. Keeps everything positive. I'm very, very good at hiding my emotions and fears and sweeping them under a seemingly endless rug. But if I'm being truthful, I'm emotional. Very emotional. And very sensitive. My idols are tough women who seemingly never break but I'm sure they are reduced to puddles from time to time. Or at least it makes me feel better to think that. And back to those hormones- holy moly. One day is wonderful, the next? Telenovela dramatic.

I wouldn't say I'm depressed, ps. It's not really like that. It's just getting in touch with my emotional side. I've never been someone who cries at work. I've never been someone that likes to show my vulnerability. i come from a pretty emotional family and it's tough for me. I like to be my father's daughter and stay positive. That's still the case, ps. It's just an acknowledgement that right now, I'm in my feelings. Big time. And it's not about retreating from the world. It's just my default to run on a broken leg and pretend it's not broken. I guess in order to keep going, I have to acknowledge that sometimes, as a person and as a woman, tears need to come.  

I've spent a long time admiring the steely reserve of tough chicks. Also the cool countenance of  well bred WASPy types whose reedy frames match their elegance and cool, calm, collectedness. Or so they make you believe.

Thing is, as I get more and more in touch with my creative side, i think I'm getting back to my true sensitive self.  I think most people who really know me know that I'm a softy. And that's not to say my tough side is not going to come back. But right now, as I very consciously enter a new phase of my life, I'm staying close to my emotions.  We are taught as women that being emotional is weak. And though crying at work is not really my tempo, watching a sad story on morning television that triggers a crying bout feels cathartic, as is anything that brings you closer to your true self. It may even make you feel human when you spend the majority of your life just trying to be tough. Sometimes, you just gotta let it out. Because crying doesn't have to be negative. Sometimes, it just confirms you're alive.

And those ripped off band aids can really hurt sometimes. But how much better do we feel when those wounds are healed? I don't know about you, but I always feel so much better after a good cry. Always. No need to check on me. I'll be just fine. I also think I'm realizing we're a little low on compassion and empathy in this world. And both of those things, when tapped in to them, can make one feel a wee bit emotional. I'm so there. 

Cause that's what's up this softer kind of Cry day in the 718. Yours, in no need to worry, I'm just being me and going with the flow. Pass the tissues, please. Or the animal videos. I feel better already. XO 

Sheri Rosenberg