The Evolution of the TV Anchor

The Evolution of the TV Anchor

The Evolution of the TV Anchor

The Evolution of the TV Anchor

The Evolution of the TV Anchor

My first day on the job as a television reporter was nothing short of terrifying. I was young, insecure and horribly dressed. Of course, I didn’t know it at the time (the horribly dressed part.) Wearing a crisp, bright red blazer, checkered blue and white gauchos and navy high heeled Mary Janes with sweet little bows on top, I was ready to take on the world and my very first television story.

When I showed up to work, my very old, strung-out-on-coffee-and-cigarettes assignment editor barked out my marching orders: “Your story is about the largest private hospital in the area turning indigent.” My response was, not surprisingly, idiotic: “Well, that sounds interesting,” I said enthusiastically. “No shit, Sherlock,” he quipped while handing me a stack of press releases. “You’re the lead at 6pm,” he grunted. “This is my first day. Should I really be the lead?” I sighed insecurely, under my breath. He didn’t even bother looking up from his computer, but…

Just as I turned to walk out the door, he called after me: “Hey, new kid – you’re not going to wear that on television, are you?” Everyone in the newsroom simultaneously burst into laughter. I smirked at him, shook my head and bee-lined it for the hospital. Once I met my videographer, I did, indeed, piecemeal my way through the story and proudly presented it during my very first television live-shot on the 6PM news. After the tally light went off on the camera, I punched the sky and belted out the theme to “Rocky.” It was a defining moment…

Unfortunately, I did it all while wearing that not-so-flattering outfit. If I was being totally honest, though, I didn’t really have a choice in the matter. I was just starting out in the business and was as broke as a spandex maker when grunge hit. So to make due, I would piece together outfits from free clothing I got from my old pageant and modeling days. I learned pretty quickly, though, my sob story didn’t matter because viewers didn’t give a flying flip. The next day, my News Director forwarded me my first official complaint.

The ladies name was Barbara; yes, I still remember her name and in no uncertain terms she wrote the station, cc’ing my General Manager, to inform them that during my (very first) live-shot, I wasn’t wearing enough lipstick, my hair was too flat and my gauchos were hideous. Luckily, she thought I did a good job on the story. Welcome to television!

Read the rest of “The Evolution of the TV Anchor” at www.wsvn.com or to be featured in the blog email me at ShireenSandoval@yahoo.com.

Belkys Nerey wardrobe provided by www.NanetteLepore.com
Lynn Martinez styled by Elyse Held/wardrobe www.JessieBoutique.com
Shireen Sandoval’s suit www.saksfifthavenue.com / shoes www.jimmychoo.com

Twitter @ShireenSandoval
IG @ShireenSandoval
ssandoval@wsvn.com
www.shireensandoval.com

photography by tod p/t4twophotography
Twitter @todp_photo
IG @Tod_p
info@t4twophotography.com

Hair & Make-up by Odette Hernandez
Twitter @Odettehernandz
IG Odett_Herndz

Editor: Matthew Auerbach
MattAuerbach@yahoo.com

The Bugged & The Beautiful

The Bugged & The Beautiful

The Bugged & The Beautiful

The Bugged & The Beautiful

The Bugged & The Beautiful

The Bugged & The Beautiful

It was a scary and shocking sight: my mother walking around confused, sweaty and mumbling something inaudible. I thought she had been acting funny earlier that morning, but I chalked it up to my vivid imagination. As the afternoon faded into evening, though, my mother’s behavior grew more and more bizarre. It was impossible not to notice it. Even though my father instructed me to go to bed, I couldn’t sleep.

I tossed and turned, thinking about the day in detail; replaying it over and over in my head. The questions mounted: had she hit her head, was she losing her mind or perhaps, even worse, had she been abducted by aliens and now, was some strange creature in her body making her do weird things? I was completely and utterly perplexed. Mind you, I was also young and a little on the dramatic side.

The next morning, as things got worse, my father started to panic (for the record, I’d never seen him that way.) Left with what he explained as “no choice,” he gathered my mother together the best he could and carried her to the car. When he placed her in the front seat she writhed in pain. It was horrible to watch and I cried without letting her see me. Through my tears, though, I noticed something odd about the way she was sitting.

When my dad sprinted to the driver’s side and my mother was left alone in the car for a few brief seconds, she strangely favored her right side. It was if her left hip was injured. Then, as if his wife’s very life depended on it, my dad quickly drove out of sight. Later we would learn, her life did depend on it.

Read the rest of “The Bugged & The Beautiful” at www.wsvn.com or shop the look at www.HaleyHoleman.com & www.trend-rush.com.

Instagram: @Prada_marfa
Twitter: @Haley_Holeman
FB: Haley Holeman Jewelry

Wardrobe www.trend-rush.com
Instagram: @Trend_Rush
Twitter: @Trend_Truck
FB: Trend Rush Shopping

Twitter @ShireenSandoval
IG @ShireenSandoval
ssandoval@wsvn.com
www.shireensandoval.com

photography by tod p/t4twophotography
Twitter @todp_photo
IG @Tod_p
info@t4twophotography.com

Hair & Make-up by Odette Hernandez
Twitter @Odetthernandz
IG @Odett_Herndz

Editor: Matthew Auerbach
MattAuerbach@yahoo.com

The Ultimate Fantasy Gift

The Ultimate Fantasy Gift

The Ultimate Fantasy Gift

The Ultimate Fantasy Gift

The Ultimate Fantasy Gift

Christmas and Chanukah are such a special time of year, it seems as if almost anything is possible. People care more, give more, love more and wish for more. It’s a time to dream big, live large and fantasize about the world we live in and all of the awe-inspiring trappings that go along with it.

Whether you long for world peace, dream of going home for the holidays or yearn for that one amazing gift (the one you weren’t generous enough to buy yourself this year,) there’s definitely something for everyone to wish for during the holidays. While I adore time with friends, family and want everyone to be happy and healthy, I’m also eternally wide-eyed and inquisitive about the world’s most fascinating and fashion-forward gifts.

I have the best job for that curiosity, too. All year long, not only do I get to meet and interview the most provocative, influential and amazing designers on the planet, I get to interpret their creations for the South Florida fashionista. During that time, while I’m meeting, greeting and discovering the latest and greatest in clothes, bags, shoes and accessories, I diligently keep an eye out for the most unique, decadent and over-the-top items.

Of all the special things I’m able to unearth, I choose one; bequeathing it the title “The Ultimate Fantasy Gift.” It becomes my white unicorn of sorts: you know, the unattainable, but I don’t let that stop me. It becomes my holiday mission: find it, experience it and write about it for “Shireen’s Favorite Things.”

This year, the coveted title of “The Ultimate Fantasy Gift” (drum roll please) goes to the uber-magnificent, highly-creative, daringly-fabulous CRAZY SKULL watch. It’s designed by the Swiss luxury jewelry company, “de GRISOGONO;” more specifically, by its Founder and Creative Director (black diamond specialist,) Fawaz Gruosi.

I first spied the timepiece on social media on the likes of famous fashion models, Cara Delevingne and Karlie Kloss. I was immediately hypnotized by its bold character, sheer decadence and unapologetic rareness. So imagine my delight when one of my BFF’s, Jessie Rosario, told me that the CRAZY SKULL watch was, indeed, within my reach.

According to her “inside” fashion sources, the breathtaking piece of jewelry would be paying a visit to the Magic City at the beginning of the holiday season. It was more than likely coming from de GRISOGONO’S Paris showroom. “How romantic,” I squealed, as Jessie explained the details.

In honor of its arrival, Miami’s most che’che’ public relations company, “Tara, Ink.,” was holding a noon day soiree at de GRISOGONO at the Bal Harbour Shops, followed by a relaxing sit down lunch at Makoto. Jessie and I immediately RSVP’d and cleared our schedules; after all, “diamonds are a girls best friend.”

Read the rest of “The Ultimate Fantasy Gift,” blog at www.wsvn.com. Happy Holidays!

www.degrisogono.com
Twitter @deGRISOGONO@deGRISOGONO_OFFICIAL
FB de GRISOGONO

Gown provided by Saks Fifth Avenue, Bal Harbour
Shot on location at de GRISOGONO/Bal Harbour Shops
wardrobe & blog efforted/arranged/styled by Jessie Rosario

Gorgeous Jill and her “One of a kind Jewelry”

Shireen Sandoval, Shireens Favorite Things, Fashion blog, wsvn, deco drive, photoshoot, Jill Zaleski, Jewelry, beautiful

Shireen Sandoval, Shireens Favorite Things, Fashion blog, wsvn, deco drive, photoshoot, Jill Zaleski, Jewelry, beautiful

Shireen Sandoval, Shireens Favorite Things, Fashion blog, wsvn, deco drive, photoshoot, Jill Zaleski, Jewelry, beautiful

Shireen Sandoval, Shireens Favorite Things, Fashion blog, wsvn, deco drive, photoshoot, Jill Zaleski, Jewelry, beautiful

Shireen Sandoval, Shireens Favorite Things, Fashion blog, wsvn, deco drive, photoshoot, Jill Zaleski, Jewelry, beautiful

The sex club was everything I thought it would be: gritty, grimy and borderline gross, but I didn’t let it get to me. When I arrived, no one was having sex, but the way my fashion crew was acting, you would have thought we had been dumped smack dab in the middle of Sodom and Gomorrah. I guess the unspoken mysteries of sex can do that to a person.

The place was touted as a polite swingers club, but with the plastic wrapped mattresses, secluded rooms and one-way glass windows, it screamed unadulterated fornication. I know sometimes fashion can be weird, even sexual at times, but what we were about to do didn’t have anything to do with coitus, copulation or even coupling, for that matter.

We were there to shoot a holiday jewelry campaign with up-and-coming designer Jill Zaleski. Unfortunately, the studio we had booked a few months prior to the collaboration suddenly closed, forcing us to make a last minute, harried location change. I was actually out of town (on another modeling job) when I got news of the cancellation. I had planned on flying back to Miami that night and meeting Jill the next morning, but first she had to make her way from Tennessee.

With her in route and me out of town, I reached out to the photographer shooting the campaign and asked him to save the project. We needed a large space to accommodate a big team, including a camera crew. So, he found one and that’s how we ended up at the sex club. He had a contact who let us set up shop on the club’s expansive dance floor. It wasn’t how I had envisioned it, but it worked and the show went on.

Read the rest of my journey with “Gorgeous Jill and her One of a Kind Jewelry” at www.wsvn.com or shop the look at www.jillzaleski.com.

Blog jewelry provided by: Jill Zaleski ~ One of a Kind Jewelry
Twitter @jillzaleski
IG @JillZaleski
FB Jill Zaleski One of a Kind Jewelry

Blog wardrobe provided by: Hollen & Jen Vintage Showroom
Twitter @Hollenandjen
IG @Hollenandjen
FB Hollen & Jen Showroom

Gypsy Rose

Gypsy Rose

Gypsy Rose

Gypsy Rose

Gypsy Rose

The bohemian beauty of the Southwest is an indelible part of my existence. Partially because I was raised there, but also because of its unique energy, earthy spirit and rugged charm. When I close my eyes to daydream about the desert, this is what I see…

Breathtaking sunsets, sprinkled with soft pinks, blues and purples. The rich and unforgiving landscape that manages to be mysterious and miraculous at the same time and if I gaze just long enough, the sweeping, awe-inspiring, open spaces reveal hidden secrets. Like…

Rolling mesas rippling in and out of gorgeous red clay. Silky, brown sand snaking around dazzling, dark green cacti with beautiful, bright red blossoms and if i’m lucky, I’ll catch a glimpse of a gorgeous, fawn-colored coyote, lackadaisically sauntering its way through the wild flowers of the desert.

Just before I open my eyes, I feel the dry air, formidable wind and the sun shining relentlessly on my shoulders. Then, my daydream gives way to real life and the moment is only a memory. While I’m proud to call Miami my home, I’m still seduced by the trappings of the Southwest. Matter of fact, over the years, I’ve gravitated toward paintings, poetry and precious jewels that illuminate the very things that make my hometown so special.

Read the full article featuring “Eye Gotcha Covered” jewelry at www.wsvn.com or shop the look at www.eyegotchacovered.info – here’s to Mother Earth!