I'll never forget the first time I met Jordana Green. She was beautiful and not just on the outside. She was standing across the newsroom with a big smile on her face. The first word that popped into my mind was "gamine." More>>
Okay, ladies...it's time to blow the whistle and cry "foul" on your high-heel sneaker wedges; even your throwback Chuck Taylor's need a time-out, too. More>>
Even though Donna Karan's eyes were bright and clear, they were aggressively smudged with dark black eye-liner: a signature look she's worn for years. Unfortunately, the make-up prevented me from getting a good read on her. At least, from across the room, where I was inconveniently standing.Donna was in town to promote her shop-in-shop (pictured in the blog) at Saks Fifth Avenue in Bal Harbour. She was also presenting her 2014 Spring Collection to a handful of Miami fashionistas at the SLS H... More>>
I remember my first kiss like it was yesterday. It was with DJ, my best buddy and neighbor. We were in the fifth grade. We'd started our weekly play date on the swing set like normal, but then he suggested an unsuspecting game of tag.
I have this recurring fantasy that I'm driving up the Pacific Coast Highway in California, trying to make it to Santa Barbara before the sun sets. I'm driving a classic red Oldsmobile convertible.
I first discovered jewelry designer Josette Redwolf on social media a few years ago. I found her pieces beyond intriguing; not to mention the fact that they were big, bold and beautiful. I was attracted to their earthy quality, too. More>>
When the cool, cotton-cinched sack was delivered to my office, I was immediately intrigued. It was soft, supple and seemed to have something sexy stuffed inside it. As I released the drawstring and tipped over its top, a major amount of material made its way out. I wasn't sure how it happened, but once it stopped its dramatic tumble, it tamed its way into a terrific pair of harem pants. More>>
Long gone are the days of the classic white button-down shirt. I know, I know: for some of you, it's a hard pill to swallow, BUT it doesn't have to be.
The jumpsuit didn't always belong to fashion. It started out as a costume of sorts, to protect aviators from the cold. Then, it quickly became the standard uniform for parachute jumpers to wear when leaping out of perfectly good planes.
Forty years ago, a young aspiring fashion designer by the name of Diane von Furstenberg created the wrap dress. The fashion elite of New York City were said to be blasé about it.
If Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda were still wearing designer duds and dishing the deets on their dudes, they'd definitely be doing it on Miami Beach at "The Uber-Chic Tongue Cheek."
Becoming an entertainment reporter was something I'd always dreamed of doing, but snagging the illustrious title of "The Bag Lady" along with it, well, uh, not so much. More>>
Before I start therapy, I always introduce myself like this: "Hi. I'm Shireen Sandoval and I'm a shoe-a-holic." More>>
When the holidays are over, I always have a bit of a glitz and glamour withdrawal. Especially, as I tuck away my sparkly jewelry and bedazzled clothing reserved only for wear during what I call "The Golden Weeks."Those are the days that fill up the time between Thanksgiving through New Year's.
Friday, November 1st - 2013 It was like a scene out of a zombie movie, as hundreds of people flooded out of the Los Angeles International Airport and walked on foot to get to a safe place. I was one of them. I knew there had been some kind of shooting inside terminal 3 of LAX, but information was scarce because I had been flying (en route) from Miami to LA, with a brief diversion to Phoenix, when the drama unfolded. More>>
I never thought having sex with a sports car, owning two pet Cheetahs and knocking off a slew of men that 'I just couldn't deal with anymore' would cure me of a dark depression, but it did. Matter-of-fact, it made me delightfully giddy. It all went down a few weeks ago. There I was, sitting at my desk, an uninspired fashion blogger staring at a blinking cursor and a blank computer screen. More>>
When I think about getting Tied Up for fashion, it's more of, say, a fantasy. Don't worry, this isn't a blog about baring it all for bondage. Although, I am open to all types of fashion. Instead, it's a story of make believe, cuz every girl's gotta dream. Once upon a time, in a stylish land far, far away ...Shireen didn't eat Taco Bell or Jalapeño Cheetos (her favorite snack food.)
I took my pants off, put my paper panties on and slid sideways onto the table. It was sticky and crunchy. I wasn't sure if it was from the red pleather the table was upholstered in or the waxy 'use it once and toss it' medical paper my butt had just annihilated while schooching to the center of the table. Probably both.
Sharing our private lives has never been so public. Matter-of-fact, in our 'Instagram, Twitter and Facebook' kind of world, over-sharing is a way of life. Everyday, I watch friends and strangers post pictures of their family, food, festivities, fashions, pets, plants and professions. But, what I see most on social media?
Oprah and I collided pretty hard - literally. It happened when she was eagerly stepping out of her interview suite and I was eagerly stepping in. We ran into each other face-first. We ended up in this weird, armless, hugging position. It was really awkward. Both of us retreated and apologized. More>>