the world according to sherimaven

Good morning, Tuesday. It's icy here in the city and one must tread lightly. 

And with all of this ice and cold weather, the last thing on your mind might be dressing for Spring, but if you're the preemptive planner type (like me), you're no doubt dialed in to the trends that will be upon us once the mercury rises and the flowers bloom. 

Now I'm a big fan of dresses for Spring and Summer, but lately, say for the past year or so, I'm all about pants. And if you're a pants fan, you're very much going to like the options for Spring, though the silhouettes are not what you're used to.

JENA. 'Nuff said.

Love this silhouette and the all white vibe.

Great proportions.

Nipped in chic.

Great way to feel well suited.

One of my fav silhouettes- love the mannish shirt with the black pant.

Two of the biggest shapes of the season are the cropped flare, and the culotte. In terms of man repelling, I'd say the culotte is the pants equivalent of the gladiator sandal, but I'm a big fan of them. I like that they feel skirtlike but provide the ease of pants. I adore the silhouette, if done properly, they are super flattering- it's all about proportion, as it is with anything really. There's more than one way to skin this pant, so wear as you like- just make sure it's not too voluminous all over unless you are six feet tall and a supermodel, capiche?

And that cropped flare is so good, too. I like Acne's version and everyone from Phillip Lim to Free People to Seafarer are making them, and I think it's such a cute look ( (Loving the cropped flare in denim- it's a great way to rock the trend). I remember rocking these back in the 90s a la major fashion icon Carolyn Bessette (shown above)- they were super popular and no doubt they'll be making a huge comeback as we continue our love affair with all things 90s, but look out because the 70s are fast approaching, so expect lots of flared jeans and the aforementioned culotte.

Skinny jean fans, watch your backs. No doubt they'll be sticking around for a while, but full and short is the way of the walk this Spring and Summer. I'd be willing to bet on that. Cause that's what's up this fashion gamble of a Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in best bets. XO

Good afternoon, Monday. It's post Super Bowl soup outside. Good Lord I hate the slush. Yuck.

So as I sloshed my way to work this am I thought about posting my thoughts on all the commercials last night, but think the consensus is pretty much the same across the board- methinks brands may be taking this whole "in service" notion too seriously- the Super Bowl is for fun and/or iconic, and it should not be about major buzz kills. Let's stop being so serious for a while and go back to the funny and heroic. I love both of those, and though a few made me smile, not enough, friends. Not enough. 

So enough about that. I can't help but notice lately all of the hoopla surrounding "Fifty Shades of Grey", a film that will have housewives and everybody else hot and bothered very soon. I for one made it through about 10 pages of the book before giving up. The writing was just awful and I found the whole thing so cliched and, well, not hot. Also, I hate to say this but Jamie Dornan? Not hot enough. Where's Eric the Vampire when you need him? I don't get it. I do think Dakota Johnson is gorgeous though, but doubt I will stand in line to see that movie, because I remember a very, very hot movie many years ago. It went by the name of "9 1/2 Weeks". Sweet Lord.

I was young when that movie was made, but old enough to realize a few things:

1. Mickey Rourke was so, so hot then.

2. Kim Basinger was so, so hot then.

3. New York City was so, so hot then.

I loved that ridiculous movie- from Mickey's smirk to Kim's wavy bob to downtown New York as a beautiful backdrop to a classic and very stylish game of Master and Servant. That's what I really loved about the movie- the whole 80s in New York art world chic that dominated (no pun intended) the film. Look at Mickey. Beautiful.

And here's some stills of Kim's amazing slouchy sexiness as Elizabeth McGraw, a character who falls deep under Mickey's spell and does everything from dress like a man to sex in public to going all bulimic in the kitchen with Mickey, being super sexy all the way.

I'm inspired by the fashion here- one of Spring's must haves on my list  is a slouchy trench (more on that later this week)- I so want to channel this look right now, even though it's far from Springlike in Manhattan today. Needless to say, enjoy these fabulous stills and take a page from Kim's book, her looks is so spot on for Spring 2015- long before there were fifty shades of grey, there were nine and a half weeks, just three and a half weeks longer than how long winter will last. (Thanks, Mr. Groundhog).

And that's what's up this leaving my hat on kind of Monday in the 212. Yours, in hot movie moments. XO

Good afternoon, and happy freaking Friday. For the love of the Lord. With that little slushy snowy event this am, I was all kinds of having trouble getting out of bed. I made it to an early barre class where I twisted and stretched and up an inched down an inched until I had nothing left. And then I had to conquer a bit of treachery and slippery terrain more commonly known as New York concrete, which not shockingly, is slippery when wet, and even more slippery when wet and with a coating of snow beneath. Oy. Couple that with a "Parenthood" hangover- and without spoiling, I damn near had a heart attack watching that episode. And I do believe I was more wailing than crying. Holy cow that was a great show.

But regardless of emotional finales and early am gym classes, I will say this- New York in the wintertime ain't nothin' to fuck with, but if you must fuck with it, you need the proper accoutrements. I found such a gift in my Nike Roshe Run Hi Sneakerboot,  a fantastic and genius little snow boot from Nike. Not only are they light as a feather, chicly jolie laide, (more laide than jolie, but cool as hell) and warm as could be, but they provide great traction in slippery conditions and I love you can wear them without socks and still keep your feet dry as could be.  I bought the black ones, but I saw a girl rolling up Greenwich today with the olive green version, and instantly felt jealous. My black jams go with everything though, and for $100 they are cheaper than some crazy lunatic looking Sorels or the oft dreaded Uggs, which I find effective in snow but not as good in ice. Regardless, you should rock these too. I love love love them. I bought mine true to size and they work sans socks or with a thin one. If you like to wear them with thick socks I'd size up. They look sweet with everything and you get the benefits of a light sneaker with a super protective snowboot, so you're sure to have a bit more spring in your step when the weather is anything but.

Buy them here. They are next level and will take your winter game to a very happy place. Plus you can pack them super easily in your work bag if you actually want to wear decent shoes once you get where you're going. But these are the perfect snowboot/sneaker hybrid for knocking around the neighborhood, going to a yoga class, or popping around a slushy city such as this one. Mad comfy.

I am a big believer in gear. Good gear means different things for those that are outdoorsy and such, but for me, gear is all about suiting up for  city living, and these sweet kicks keep me from falling down and losing my shit, because nobody likes wet feet in the wintertime. NOBODY. 

So that's your shopping tip for the day- I know it's not going to be cold forever, but as long as it is, you need these. And that's what's up this gearing up for the weekend kind of Friday in the 212. Yours, in well prepared feet. XO

Good morning, Thursday. It's cold and sunny here in the city and I'm very much in need of some time away. I'm hoping we can swing a little sun and fun time soon. I'm in need.

So tonight marks the series finale for one of my favorite shows, "Parenthood".  I've been watching this show for its full run, which I believe was six season or so. And although I've taken great pride in my thick skin as I've become older and wiser, this show has the uncanny ability to make me cry at the end of every episode without fail, and throughout this final season, not just at the end but at the beginning and middle too. I'm sure to have many tissues nearby tonight as well as a freshly scrubbed face free of mascara. I'll never forget when "Six Feet Under" ended (Peter Krause who played Nate on that show plays Adam on Parenthood) and I was sitting in a hotel room in Philly on production. I watched from my bed and bawled my eyes out, and when I caught a glance of myself a few moments later, I had full on raccoon eyes. And I wondered why the room service guy looked at me like I was insane. That's so not happening tonight. Not just because my apartment does not come with room service, but because I come prepared to watch this show, this show that has torn out my heart, made me laugh, cry, shout, and everything in between.

For those that don't watch it, "Parenthood" is a show about a dysfunctional family that still somehow manages to accept and love each other as best they can, and they love each other very well. All of the characters have flaws and beauty and depth- I've loved watching this show so very much and am sad it's over, since I really look forward to my weekly cry. I'm really not much of a crying type so when I do, it feels really good. I appreciate a show that can guarantee an emotional reaction and response from its viewers- because that's what good television does. Whether it's laughing, crying, or yelling at your TV in disbelief (red wedding on GOTS, anyone?), the best shows make us feel something real. And "Parenthood" has made me feel mighty real over the years, and surely I won't be the only one stocking up on tissues for tonight's final episode. Please Lord, don't let us see Zeke die. We know he is not much longer for this world, but seeing him die would most likely kill us all. (Looks like he's going to make it down the aisle for Sarah's wedding, thank goodness).

"Parenthood" is a show of ideals (every family should love each other this freely), but it's also a show where people often fall down and have to get back up. Adam, though a full on grown up in ever way, does not know what he wants to be when he grows up. Sarah has found love with a man that has trouble expressing his feelings. Joel and Julia have a Dwell magazine worthy house and life but struggle with the challenges of married life and raising two children. Drew and Amber seem doomed to a morose, Mazzy star tinged early adulthood, while Crosby, though perpetually immature, has found happiness but realizes it all comes with a price. Kristina struggled with cancer and is now living her dream running a school for autistic and special needs kids. Don't even get me started on how great the storyline is with Max, the autistic child of Christina and Adam who we have all come to love as he grows into a young man. And that's the thing with this show- we've watched all of the characters grow into their own people, and life is very much reflected here in a truly sincere way. Zeke and Camille must face old age hand in hand, and we are right there with them.  I am surely going to miss my weekly cry, and I'll always think about this show with great fondness- maybe they'll do a reunion in a few years so we all know how it all turned out? I'll be sure to have tissues on hand for that too.

Just wanted to share my life for that show- and if you need me tonight, I'll be crying in front of my television, and hopefully it will be a good cry. And that's what's up this family oriented Thursday in the 212. Yours, in season finales and wadded up Kleenex.  XO

Good almost afternoon, Wednesday. It's sunny and cold, cold, cold here in the city and despite what other people seem to be going on and on about, I'm happy the snow was just the right amount to allow people to spend time at home and enjoy a snow day. For those of you who work in advertising, you're well aware there's no such thing but at least you got to take those ten conference calls in your pajamas, right?

Pajamas aside, this past week in Paris it was all about the couture shows. Ah, couture. I associate couture with wives of the Russian oligarchy, Saudi princesses, and Deeda Blair. Other than that, who is really wearing couture? 

But the woman in me who loves fashion as fantasy knows that the incredible craftsmanship and skill that goes into each couture confection makes it the most amazing art form- and there were two shows that took things to a new level for me when it comes to clothes I will most likely never own, but can surely dream about. So it was with great glee I checked out the view from Paris while I sat in snowy Brooklyn, in anything but couture. And two names- Dior and Valli. 

OMG. 

The Valli show, as in Giambattista Valli, swept me up in a beautiful world where pants are worn under dresses. I have always been a huge fan of that silhouette since I first spotted it years ago on all the girls in Amsterdam who wore pants under their skirts so they could freely bike the canals. But when it comes to couture, this look is all about silhouette- I love love love how the pants serve as an almost foundation garment for the most magical skirts and dresses. And on the subject of more skirted and dressed looks, there were many here that put me in a very girly mood.  That pink. THAT PINK.

What a romantic and feminine collection this was- and the whole pants for formalwear thing is just so up my alley right now, and I feel like I could replicate this look if I was smart about it, without having to be married to a Russian zillionaire. So beautiful. Those pink dresses would be gorgeous on a bride, ps. Love.

This pant situation above is everything. I want to get married in this all over again...

I love love love this raincoat. Fabulous.

Love the ease of this very ornate dress- Simons has a really spiritual approach to design- the easy with the complicated. Love it.

And then there was the Dior show, which seems to have garnered the most buzz of the week. Raf Simons is a genius. That's all. And although some of the more "groovy" silhouettes felt a little too derivative for me, those dresses at that show. And those plastic raincoats. So fresh. I love the short dresses and the more full skirted variety- I have a feeling we're moving to something more feminine in fashion as a reaction to all of these years of austerity- I'm ready for a change, aren't you? And how about that silver striped jumpsuit? I need that to be my uniform. For when I retire to outer space and hang with the spiders from Mars. 

It could happen. 

And though the couture may be out of reach for us mere mortals just trying to enjoy a snow day once in a while, it's so much fun to look at these gorgeous garments and revel in their genius. I feel uplifted, and for a moment, I was no longer on my sofa in Cobble Hill- I was on a whole other trajectory- one where full skirts, feminine shapes, and lush fabric have the ability to take us on an adventure somewhere far, far away. 

Just wanted to share some of this beauty with you- Versace also had a standout show that felt like Tom Ford at Gucci, and the Armani show's Eastern influence was sublime. 

Oh and see these dresses? All fresh off the Valentino couture runway. I guaranteed at least one of these looks will find their way to the red carpet come Oscar night. I'd love to see the gold one, just because, though they are all outstanding and that navy one is next level. And we know red is trending big time, and nobody does red like Valentino, but you already knew that. And that yellow dress has Lupita written all over it.

And while we're talking Oscars, celebrity favorite Elie Saab did not disappoint for those looking to get best dressed. There were so many standouts it was hard to focus, but since I am a feather fan, I will say that these feather trimmed frocks are just beyond gorgeous. Of course I'm obsessed with the two pants looks above (duh), but the dresses below could win an Oscar on their own. Amazing. That black sheer jumpsuit pants feather jacket situation. I can't even.

Check out all the shows on style.com. I was so amazed by these beautiful looks- hopefully they will trickle down to those of us firmly entrenched in serfdom. And that's what's up this well dressed Wednesday in the 212. Yours, in couture. XO

Good afternoon, everyone. Well maybe it didn't bury us or defeat us or leave us without power, but it did snow, a significant amount- enough to make walking Khan not a total shitshow but still be a lovely snowy experience.  Maybe DiBlasio panicked, maybe I don't care that he did. Our neighbor remarked on the mayoral overthinking by stating that as New Yorkers "we don't like to be undelivered. That's not the New York way". Alright then. I for one am happy we are not under two feet of snow, many others to our North are, and to them I say enjoy the snow day for real. I'm enjoying it here as well, though full on working from home. Remember the days when working from home was not possible? Yea, me neither. But screw fake snow days, let's shop. Because baby needs a new pair of shoes.

I'm on the market for a pair of heels. Yes, I know, not terribly interesting but the truth is, I don't wear high heels very often because I'm not that kind of girl. I like my flats, my kittens, my platform sneakers. But high heels? Meh. I always thought that as a New Yorker (and moreover a human being), being able to run when one needs to is more important than clicking along the sidewalk in high heels. It's also a matter of comfort, because unfortunately, high heels REALLY hurt. Just ask my husband, because they hurt him as well. One time I had the ridiculous idea to wear them to a gallery walk in Miami and complained every step of the way. Literally. I guess good art is not worth suffering for.  Unlike Carrie Bradshaw, I've never been gaga for Manolos, cuckoo for Choo, or loco for Louboutins. I'n the type who goes wacky for handbags and cool sneakers and a good flat sandal, or even a great boot. But high heels?  After all these years of being a woman, I'm still very much a neophyte. 

So I'm asking those of you out there who like to tower and teeter in beautiful heels to help me- what are the best ones to wear that won't completely kill my feet? I need a classic black pump- higher than a kitten but maybe not a full on stiletto. It's time I grow up and wear a pair of lady shoes already. I'll always pack a pair of flats but feeling the need to elevate my shoe game, and since my husband is a long drink of water, I never have to worry about towering over here, and it might be nice to get a little closer to him and not feel like such a little shrimp. If any of you are high heel gals and have any suggestions, I'm open. I need to get through my heel phobia and though I will never wear them every day, I do want to learn to love them just a little bit more. You know my style- don't be showing me any "comfort" shoes because I still want them to be very chic and sexy. Sure, I need another pair of shoes like I need to watch another episode of Bravo programming, but please humor me. I want me some high heels. Hard to believe, but my shoe game is sorely lacking in height.

What say you? What are your favorite brands for good basic pumps or heels? Do let me know and I'll heed your advice. Cause that's what's up this currently barefoot Tuesday in the 718. Yours, in snow day shoe shopping.  Game on. XO

Good morning, Monday. Perhaps you've heard that here in New York we're under a bit of a snow emergency- with a bombogenesis happening and such (look it up). All one can do is listen to Janet and hope for the best. Is it too early to crack open the pinot noir? 

So I consider myself a bit of a weather disaster vet- from hurricanes in Miami to hurricanes in New York to an impending bombastic snowstorm, I've learned what one needs to get through it all- lots of batteries, candles, canned goods, more batteries, wine, chips, more wine, and more wine. That's pretty much how we do it around Casa Rosenberg. I'm a bit concerned about my little Khan muffin, he is all of 9 pounds and I have a feeling two feet of snow is not going to be so fabulous for him. Since he's a daycare regular, I'm banking on the fact he surely must know how to use a wee wee pad, though he's never used one in our home, so here's hoping if he has to go, he is not too proud to make like other dogs of his size and ilk and utilize that pad. Here's hoping...

And as you would imagine, I've enjoyed observing the panic stricken New Yorkers, rushing around even more quickly than usual, making sure they have enough artisanal granola and organic pinot to weather the storm (I do live in Brooklyn, you know). At the deli on my corner, the one they're going to turn into a J. Crew in a year or so, the mood was decidedly crazy. In New York, there are many excellent strategists, meaning we are all smart enough to deduce that getting into Trader Joe's may lead to angina, therefore the corner deli is a great option for all of our yogurt, almond milk, and soft eating licorice needs.  One woman who looked as if she had already been through some sort of apocalypse or another, simply muttered to herself "G-d help me, G-d help me" as she frantically tried to grab a box of crispbread.  Another woman, in a hat with earflaps walked in and saw the line and simply said "it's only snow people damnnnn!!" As I thought better of my need for yogurt and pizza sauce (don't ask), the owner of the shop eyed me trying to put back my items and coerced me into the back of the line, telling me "it's only worse at THAT place across the street, you know", that place being the aforementioned Trader Joes. He had a point, so I waited in line and judged everyone's carts as New Yorkers do. The hipster guy in front of me was buying some romaine, one yogurt, and some couscous. Really? Remind me not to go to his house during the storm. La-ame.

Another lady behind me had two packs of swiss cheese, some seltzer, and elderberry soda. Weird.

And after waiting it out for half an hour in a store that doesn't even have real emergency items like toilet paper or batteries, I went home to continue thinking about my contingency plan- because our mayor basically told us we were all going to die and that we should never leave the house again. Isn't it a mayor's job to keep people calm? That DiBlasio. SUCH A DRAMA.  I never thought I'd miss Bloomberg, but his monotone, nasal New York twang would be much more comforting vs. DiBlasio in his windbreaker spreading panic. Doesn't he know anything about New Yorkers? We're neurotic enough.

And this am I had to go to work, while poor David runs around and gets everything I forgot to get. Khan is holding his own, not a care in the world- he doesn't know what's coming and perhaps it's better that way. He is the dog that slept through Hurricane Sandy in its entirety. He may be scared of plastic bags flying in the wind, but superstorms? Nah. 

I am really hoping we don't lose power, because I surely have some major binge watching to do. PS it's a shit time to be on a major diet. Somehow scandinavian crispbread and plain yogurt don't seem like such a fabulous snack for a blizzard. I guess I'll just drink. And drink some more. And skulk around in my American Apparel onesie, starving to death and reaching delirium. 

In any event, please stay warm and dry and if you happen to be somewhere warm and dry, go f$@! yourself. I'm sorry but I have little patience for social media gloating today- I so enjoy  a snowstorm but this whole "go big or go home" vibe Mother Nature is throwing down lately is a bit too type A for my tastes. Keep it together, everyone. Gather your kale chips, artisanal waters, and designer snow boots. Shit's gonna get real. I'll let you know how it all goes, from the tundra of Cobble Hill. I have superstorm fatigue, but do love the word bombogenesis. I don't love the thought of all the babies that may be conceived today as a result of that bombogenesis. It only means more double strollers in line at Trader Joe's the next time Mama Nature decides to get all cray with us. Cause that's what's up this whiteout of a Monday in the 212. Yours, in the storm that is Juno. XO

Good morning, Thursday. I'm here in Bushwick again and envying the stylist's outfit as per usual. Just another day in photoland...

So I'm going to quote a phrase I remember my grandmother saying to me way back in the day and that is- "good is good". You can't argue with that, and it's permeated most areas of my life for many years.  Because good is good- great is better of course but good is good. And anything less than good? Meh. Let's forget about that stuff.

The reason I found myself saying this phrase to myself is that for a short time, I cheated on my foundation with another brand. It was not really a cheap brown (Bobbi Brown) but it was not quite as spendy as my numero uno pick, Giorgio Armani Maestro (5.5 is my color in case you were interested, same as my height). I enjoyed the Bobbi Brown, but a friend of mine looked at my skin the other day and said "it's a B, not an A". Oy. With friends like that...

Anyway, I was feeling like it was time to go back to the Armani makeup, to pony up the $65 for a bottle of base that, though it lasts throughout the winter when one wears foundation, seems steep considering most days I am sitting in a darkened office or photo studio and nobody is really looking at me. But I'm looking and this foundation is a change the game type product and as I gave my debit card to the Sephora lady, she struck me with what she said as I paid, and that was- "good is good". Indeed.

I talk about products all the time with y'all and have absolutely mentioned this foundation to you, as has every beauty writer/blogger/editor worth their weight. It's really, really good- great even. I believe in cutting corners as much as one can, but when it comes to flawless skin, good is good and that's that. And really isn't that true of everything? Sure, the best things in life are free, but if you're paying for those other things in life, it better be good, at the very least. Your great may be different than mine, but I know you will love this foundation, which you'll tuck away in the summer months, but use all winter long when the blotches get the better of you.

I love trying new products and sharing my recos with all of you, and when something's good, it's well worth a shout out, as well a painful price tag. Buh bye Bobbi, welcome home Mr. Armani. Nothing is better than good stuff, except when it's great. Maybe that should be my new statement, to pass on to all my children and grandchildren, otherwise known as all of you. Ha. Great is great has a nice ring to it, non? Good enough is so 2014. I need to thank that friend of mine above, who was not trying to be crappy by calling out my B game when it comes to good skin- she knows I'm an A game kind of girl.

And that's what's up this only the best for you and me kind of Thursday in the wilds of Bushwick. Yours, in greatness. XO

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Good morning, Wednesday. I'm on set in Bushwick at a freezing (FREEZING) cold studio and just trying to hold it down. 

So we're doing an interiors shoot for a client and I've been pulling lots of inspirational photos of late to inspire and spark ideas. I found myself falling madly in love with the decor of the 70s, particularly that Laurel Canyon vibe I imagine Joni Mitchell having back in the day, or even Carole King in sun dappled contemplation. I was a little girl in the 70s and remember the vibe of this- though my house skewed more shag rug groovy than California cool. 

I'm feeling the need to green up my space- green is by far my favorite color but I've always been useless when it comes to house plants. The big ferns of the 70s are feeling so up my alley right now, as are little plantscapes with greenery held and suspended by glass and macrame. I imagine a vibe of handcrafted, hippie goodness, coupled with some chrome accents and fuzzy throws and rugs to give the look a bit of luxe.  Throw in some natural light and instant loveliness. Are you with me?

I'm interested how this all translates into culture at large- with revolution in the air and people wanting change, it's hard not to think that some of this craving for something a bit more kumbaya is not coincidental. I'm aware that the vibe of revolution can feel more in your face and bright with reds and oranges and colors, but muted and natural colors coupled with texture is more what I'm after- a mix of hard and soft, warm and cold, and everything in between. Fortunately, one doesn't need to live in California to achieve this balance- I'd argue that this vibe feels just as home in Brooklyn as it does in a west coast canyon.  I'm feeling like this is the new way to do bohemian- less of the global and Moroccan and Indian and more natural from the Earth itself vs. something more around the world.

Wanted to share this lovely imagery with you to inspire you as well- these were some of my favorite ways to get the look and I'm loving this whole situation and already thinking about how this will translate in mass market-I predict everyone will be feeling love for this look if they're not already. I've seen tons of it around New York from dreamcatchers to yarn wall hangings to chrome fixtures and beyond.

Are you feeling this vibe too? Help me, I think I'm falling in love again...with a whole new look for home in 2015 channeling a whole different decade, that somehow feels totally right now. And that's what's up this handcrafted Wednesday in the wilds of Brooklyn. Yours, in the well woven. XO

Good morning, Tuesday. 

I'm about to throw down for a three day photoshoot in Brooklyn and I'm scurrying around as I do, trying to dot the i's and such. But as usual, my mind is stuck on all things fashion, and particularly the fact that fashion people have a way of taking something comfortable and making it anything but.

As I was watching Jimmy Fallon the other night, Gwyneth appeared in an Elie Saab pink onesie that looked like it was eating her lady parts. Of course her body looked amazing and the color was pretty, but I couldn't get past the fact that to me, jumpsuits spectacular aspect was solely based on being comfortable, because as you know I find them tricky due to the whole scenario that involves full frontal every time you have to pee.

 Regardless, I think the 2015 jumpsuit game is all about being super fitted, with of course the cruel irony being that only the super fit can wear said fit silhouette. Jumpsuits are meant to be forgiving, not suffocating and sausaging. If this new look prevails and for the lollipop head set I'm sure it will, I'll be sad. I was thinking of rocking a jumpsuit to a bar mitzvah I am going to, but in my dreams it's more of the one Cameron Diaz wore of Stella's that I adore. I need the flowy jumpsuit thing, and not the camel toe onesie- I mean look at poor Portia above. Not able to pee easily and not able to eat too easily. Meh.

Are you perplexed by the fact that yet again something comfortable and cool has turned into something Victorian and ultra bodycon? I am. I guess I'll be wearing a dress to this event, though this DVF number is a nice marriage of fitted and flowy. Perhaps I'll go to there.

Cause that's what's up this loosened up Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in all one piece. XO