Bird Brooklyn is closing and its the end of an era

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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








My take on the year that was

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

A few housekeeping notes as the year ends...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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









The Shoptimist Returns: The Brooklyn Small Gift Gift Guide

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Thoughts on Thanksgiving: Gratitude with a side of kvetching and future gazing

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

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

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

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

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

But back to what's ahead. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Maven recommends: Get grounded with a good pair of socks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tangled up in (navy) blue

Good morning, Tuesday. I have lots to say about the election and I promise I will, but I'm a bit busy of late so here's a post about, yup, you guessed it, fashion.

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

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

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

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




Maven Pick: Bobbi Brown's new venture, Jones Road

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Maven recommends: 6 robes you'll want to live/work in right now

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

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

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

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

Here are a few of my favs:

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

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

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

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

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




Maven pick: 90s and early 2000s fashion on the fast track

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

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

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

RIP Eddie Van Halen, Gen X icon and huge part of my youth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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