Dear Boring New Yorkers

Sunday, April 15, 2018

This post only applies to the ones living in the five boroughs where things ACTUALLY HAPPEN. Everywhere else, you can't live a cooler life because...nothing noteworthy really happens where you live. Harsh but true. Local newspaper events or your family backyard get together hardly counts.


I absolutely hate when people say "New York is boring." NAHH BOI NEW YORK ISN'T BORING -YOU ARE. If you spend time bullshitting and doing nothing at home, then hell yeah its gonna be boring AF. And if you allow it to remain like that, it's because YOU'RE BORING.

There are always sooo many things going on- in my experience usually always in the city. No matter how tight things seem to be here in terms of cold cash, everyone usually has $2.75 to shell out for a train ride to adventure. Just about EVERY week a new retail store opens, a new pop up emerges, or new food joint serving something crazy , or a random event is going on at Washington Square Park- don't tell me otherwise. AND you don't have to be loaded to have a good time.


Make it a mission to try something new whenever you get the chance. YOU DON'T EVEN NEED A FULL DAY! Just a few hours.  And stop depending on flaky friends to actually be able to do one of them. Make it a solo venture. I do it all the time and it works out pretty well for me.


Spring and summer will be rolling up any minute now, and when it finally does, there will be more to do. Did you know some spots like Brookfield place, Brooklyn Bridge Park, and even Coney Island right on the beach usually offer free movies every Friday? Did you know some of the best and most beautiful views in the city aren't from overpriced tourist traps, but from spots like Le Bain and Governors Island? You only say its boring here because you haven't tried hard enough to find something noteworthy to do, and like I said, there is ALWAYS something to do.

If you aren't into movies and views, you have to be into food. Everyones into food. Majority of us eat three meals a day. There are ENDLESS brunch, lunch, and dinner spots. ENDLESS. Once I move to Midtown this May, my mission is to eat at a new restaurant every weekend. I want to be able to give the best on-the-spot recs. Plus now there's pretty much a food hall in every neighborhood. Chinatown has Canal Street Market,  Chelsea has the Gansevoort and Chelsea Market and so on. I can't forget to mention SMORGASBURG. Some of the best food vendors can be found here. Occasional long lines but what can you do. Stop blowing money on weed and alcohol and going to the same damn clubs every weekend. Thats boring because that's REPETITIVE. Get yourself a new experience.


Music Festival Season is approaching too! Governors Ball, later on The Meadows, and others outside of the state. If that isn't your scene and you have more of a reserved? taste in music, theres jazz clubs like Swing 46, or Lincoln Center where you can have  a calm night and listen to some awesome musicians. And if that isn't your thing try Broadway. Can't afford Broadway? Try the ticket lottery.

There is always an alternative or a way to get something for less. If it isn't someone saying New York is boring its either someone else or the same person saying "New York is too expensive." I can't front, it is on an intern salary, but it won't work unless you make it work. Get a side hustle, start a budget, become a sugar baby, whatever works for you.


NYC has a lot to offer and a lot to do. And if you aren't doing any of it, then just leave and be boring somewhere else.

Photos by @royal.youths !!!!!

Outfit deets:
hat: Urban
Choker: LF
Top: The Ragged Priest
Jacket: Emory Park Clothing
Jeans: LF (for sale on my Poshmark here)
Platforms: Dollskill




To My Dying Best Friend

Monday, April 9, 2018


I probably asked you so many times that you just wanted me to shut up and finally gave in. I was only 7 going on 8 and I really wanted one. The four of us drove down to Puppy Boutique were there were mostly Yorkies and Pomeranians. All of us were severely asthmatic at the time. So it had to be a hypoallergenic one. Also, all those dogs...they all looked...well the same. There wasn't one that stood out- one that was the right fit.

The pup seller or specialist or whatever you call the dog sellers said she had a few more in the back. The first one was a big Bichon Frise. White, with a little pink bow on top. The girly dog was a little out of our budget. And then, she brought out you. You were sooooo tiny. Only a mere 4 months old, a purebred Poodle. To this day I still think it was a racist puppy boutique because the only black dog in store was on sale..."the winter special in the middle of July," but whatever. We all took our turns holding little you until my mom yelled out "Poochie!" And that was that.

We drove you home in the car that night, we had a little box in the center of our room with a little blanket inside waiting for you. But what you had waiting for us that morning was even better. You had shit all over the parking lot of the Hot Wheels themed carpet we had; multiple shits included. That's when I wanted to bring you back. At 7 I was cleaning shit and not liking it.

Around that time I was in the process of convincing my mom that I wanted to go vegetarian, and she didn't approve. But you, you ate EVERYTHING. She made meat a lot more often than she does now. She cooked chuletas a lot, which is Spanish for "Pork chops." I hated them, they were gross, but they made you lick your lips. So whenever she wasn't looking I would give them to you, and thats how I named you. Pork Chop.

Fast forward a few years later, were you were stolen from the front yard...for the first of three times. To the point where we had to hire a detective to get into someones house in order to get you back. You've lived a crazy life. In more ways, you experienced more of the hood than I ever will.

Fast forward to the college years, specifically my freshman year, which was the hardest year of my life. Going home some weekends was the best because I got to sleep in with you by my side. When the hurricane hit and we lost half the house and had no water or heat, it was us cuddling under multiple blankets for warmth. You always had your best little smile on despite the circumstances.

When I got really sick that summer, and spent most of my days sleeping, you would wake me up with kisses and lick away my tears. Dogs really do have a therapeutic element to them, they really do.

For a dog, you are very conceited. You have a deep understanding of the word "selfie." Hell, you can do them better than me. The craziest part is when you have a tendency of smiling in pictures when I do too. You aren't that big, about the size of my thigh, yet only you can manage to take up the entire bed and grunt if I were to even make the smallest movement. Forbid people ever came over, you always wanted all of the attention....and their food. Every single night without fail, you always hop in bed and cuddle right into me, and we sleep like that until morning. Sometimes, with your paws sticking out the covers.

16 years later. Yes, you've managed to live 16 years. Which is pretty astonishing. Yesterday we were told that your tumor had grown twice the size. They couldn't diagnose it at first because they weren't sure. Now we've been told it's cancer and that you need to be put to sleep. How do you tell your best friend that he's dying? Does he already know? How do you tell him that you have the power to make that happen?

I was waiting for the train when I got that text and instantly exploded into tears. For someone that owns over 15 pairs of glasses you'd think I'd have a pair on me when I needed them the most.

All I could think about was the clanking of your collar as you'd run to greet me at the gate. How you open presents every year on Christmas. How much you hate showers but love getting your hair blow dried. All these random flashbacks throughout your life just coming to me. I cried until I had no tears left and went to work with bloodshot eyes.

The year 1989 reassured me that "All Dogs go to Heaven."



What comes next?

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Was the first thing I asked myself after I clocked out for lunch and never went back to work. It was a very monumental 4:16 pm for me. Quite frankly, I've had enough retail for my lifetime. My time in a stockroom and making sure fucking hangers were evenly spaced out and working for bosses that lacked proper communication skills was finally over. TBH, I'm done with retail for good.
Update: It's been two weeks later, and I feel like a happier person already. I have time to just... do nothing, which has never been an option for me. Sleeping in is a luxury that I can actually afford. Hearing the words ," what are you doing this weekend," sounds dreamy af. I have no idea what I'm doing this weekend and thats what makes it amazing. The idea of possibility, last minute adventure, and being able to be spontaneous is all up to me.
I've gotten tickets to a few upcoming concerts, got to spend way more time with my boyfriend and go to a few of his shows, got a ticket Governors Ball (who else is going Saturday, this is my first year going!!!!) , hanging out at Luna Park on opening day with my best friend, and tickets for upcoming pop up exhibits too! Needless to say, I've never gotten so many emails from Eventbright and Ticketmaster. lol. All of which will be featured on my gram stories when the time comes. Recently I even had a UV body paint photoshoot with my sister which was pretty rad. You can see a pic or two from that here. I'm currently teaching myself how to make cool photo edits and film videos. I have more time to be creative and be surrounded by creativity. Which is just what I NEEDED to get out of this funk I've been in.

I got some cool new pieces and I'm waiting for the weather to drop (cause I'm not about mini skirt life in 30 degree weather.) Shooting in jeans and a tee shirt aka this shoot in 30 degree weather was enough. When I got home my bones were cold and my joints frozen (borderline anemic probz.) Also, Shoutout to Victoria from Petals and Peacocks by making my 2018 and sending me the most generous PR package I've gotten to date with new goods that I LOVED. You can check out everything they have here. EVERYTHING IS UNISEX :)


As you can tell, I'm pretty stoked atm. Having a weekend life...well more of a life in general has been really great and I'm really excited for all the weekends to come. 

Outfit deets:
Glasses & Beret & Boots from Dollskill
Shirt: Petals and Peacocks
Suspender Jeans: Forever 21

Photos by : @royal.youths


Outfits speak louder than wordz

Monday, February 26, 2018

Growing up painfully shy, there were times where I would attempt to speak and my voice would fail me. So later on in life I started depending on my outfits, cause I knew they could speak for me. They would attract people, which would initiate conversation. It really couldn't be any easier!
I often times used other people's outfits as a mean of talking to them too. Because tbh how do you approach people and befriend them? I'll be a senior citizen before I figure this one out. It's a challenge  when you have so much to say but aren't sure how to let it out. When to say it. And that feeling of defeat of having to suck on your teeth when you lose the moment and know that it's not going to come back. Then you wonder what kind of impact your lost words would have had on the conversation. Would someone have agreed? Would someone have laughed? You wouldn't be able to know but continue to wonder.

At my weekend job,  (yes I have a weekday one too), people are so incredibly altered by silence and lack of conversation. They start to question you and your wellbeing. Being quiet doesn't necessarily translate to something being wrong or not feeling well. There is a distinct difference between actual silence and not wanting to interact. The majority of people there are just so loud and attention seeking, which really clashes with my personality. Loud people don't like quiet people, and I don't like loud people. The thing about silence is the misconception that comes with it from others . They may find it awkward. embarrassing. unsettling. uncertain. and so on. It's just not that deep. 
It's so much easier for me to write or text as opposed to talking. I have photos done by @royal.youths for the next two blog posts, but even now I'm having the trouble finding what to write about. I aways want to make it a relevant topic, and something that hopefully a few people could relate to. But what sucks just as much as not being able to find the words, is this new Instagram algorithm! This shit sucks.
I'm off to go find some words now.

Outfit deets:
Beret: Old Marc by Marc Jacobs
glasses: Dollskill
leather jacket: Bershka (go to the Pop-Up in Soho!)
orange camo pants: Dollskill
shirt: Newcomer NYC (you have to see them live & buy one at a show!)
heels: Jeffrey Cambell Cienega-Lo (try LF)

Have you ever depended on your fit to attract conversation? Or is it just me and my lack of social skills? As always you can drop it low in the comments below.

February Pickz

Sunday, February 4, 2018

So the month everyone either loves or hates is here. I rounded up some cute picks to give you some ideas of how to style on for February. So whether it's the 1st, Valentines Day, or the entire month, heres a few pieces to snag and show some spirit (or not haha.)

If your shopping habits are as beyond repair as mine, you can score this tee here.



Digging this tee too? Prove it here or on The Ragged Priest website.


Be the queen of hearts in this Lazy Oaf piece. Tbh, I think I'm ordering this on Friday when I get paid haha.

Just don't set this shirt on fire and you'll both be fine.



Well, you can't go out without some bottoms...

If you aren't the type to wear your heart on your sleeve, then wear it above your kneecap.


Get your outfit in check with these cool pants from Lazy Oaf.


Your face won't be the only thing to get anyones attention on any day of this month. The back of these overalls are bound to do that for you too.


Just know the difference between dating BOYS, and MEN, that's all I gotta say :) Same thing vice versa for girls and women.


You like shoes? Well so did Scotty Vanity & that Youtube video worked out really well for him.


your mans/woman/other isn't going to be the only thing on fire.


Not suitable for the purple dinosaur, but you're just in luck. I own these and get a shit ton of compliments. Tell me not though- so funky.


I'm not a tickled pink kinda girl, but someone is, and even though I'm not, I'd totally wear these with an all-black ensemble just to put the spotlight on these docs.

I have these when there was only one picture on the Vans website, so I assumed both shoes said "Not Yours," which wasn't true. Also, the insides have flowers and the sole is Red. Cardi B, these ain't expensive, but these IS red bottoms ;)

I have way more than 8 suggestions, but this post would have been eternal and I had some issues with uploading photos on my backend. Which piece did you like best? Do you have a piece that you think I'd really like? Send me the link and drop it low in the comments below :)

*All photos taken from original websites, box label text was added by me.


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Not a Barbie Girl

Sunday, January 28, 2018

I was more of a Bratz girl. You remember? The dolls with a passion for fashion? Chloe, Sasha, Yasmin, and Jade? Something like that. Anyway. THEY DONT EXIST AT TOYS R US ANYMORE. I was shocked when I asked the manager where they were, only to find out, that they don't sell them anymore. I would make a comment on perhaps thats the reason why 180 of their stores are closing this year, but I'll skip past it.

I recently got these Barnie Platform boots from Dollskill and wow, just wow. I fucking love them and don't think I'll ever find another pair of these shoes in my life. Even the police were looking at me with tilted heads. Now, I have to explain why the police was there. At a mere not even 1:00pm on a Friday morning.
While Smitty was taking my picture, a couple came behind him, made some remarks and said "don't mind us, we're just stealing." BALLSY. WHY SAY IT OUT LOUD. They looked like they were just looking, so we continued our shoot as they continued their browsing and loud talking. They needed
lessons on how to be subtle.


We don't see them again. We browse most of the aisles- how nostalgic. It still baffles me how the company is going bankrupt, theres so much of an assortment, THERES JUST SO MANY TOYS, SO MANY ENDLESS HOURS OF FUN , CREATIVITY, AND IMAGINATION. Then Smitty tells me "Soni, kids don't want toys anymore, they want technology." Honestly, it was the sad truth. Maybe the kids of the future will never know what its like to build a giant Hot Wheels race track like my brother and me used to do. Maybe, they'll never know the pain of stepping on some fucking Leggos. Maybe, they won't know what it's like to run outdoors and attack each other with Nerf guns. So many of these toys were some of my best, if not best, childhood memories. You can't get these experiences by watching other children recording unboxing videos on Youtube, which is what younger children do today. Talk about the wasted youth.
My favorite part  was when we went to the electric car aisle. Back in the day, they weren't locked in place- you could test drive them. Now...not the case. To our luck, there was a yellow Ferrari available as our prop. We were mortified that we would get kicked out and how we managed to get that many photos in without someone asking wtf were we even doing there to begin with. So everytime an employee passed by, we tried to play it as cool as possible. But when you see a girl with outrageous boots and a guy with a camera, its pretty obvious that the last thing we were doing was shopping for a 'rari. But it sure as hell was funny.


As we wrap up and get ready to head out, I buy a Sonic POP and we wait for our Uber. Suddenly, one cop car shows up. Then another. Then ANOTHER. 6 cops proceed inside. It looks like that couple was arrested. Of all places to get arrested, your deff bound to get a good laugh once someone hears it happened at Toys "R" Us. Moral of the story. Don't steal toys.
Outfit deets: My beret is from Dollskill
shirt: Dollskill
jeans: Topshop
shoes: Dollskill
glasses: Vans
Fuck you lunchbox: SOLD OUT ;/

Amazing pictures as always by @royal.youths. Disclaimer, if you purchase something directly from my links, I will get a nominal commission fee. 

I JUST NOW NOTICED THIS, but I owned this shirt before the beret came out and I decided to style these two on my own, I didn't take the idea from them >_<

What was your favorite toy at Toys "R" Us? Drop it low in the comments below. Till next time internet friends.




Current Mood

Tuesday, January 16, 2018



Outfit deets: 
Hat-Urban Outfitters
Glasses- Vans
Jacket- Emory Park Clothing
Skirt- Current Mood Clothing
Heels- Current Mood Clothing

Photos by @royal.youths

I've been to the year 2000

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Actually, I've lived it. Thinking back to 18 years ago, shits so much more different.



What I enjoyed about the 2000's was the ease of life. I had no worries. I had my dunkaroos, capri suns, and lunchables after school. Get a little fancy and make it a giant Arizona Iced Tea instead. The only tats I had were the Fruit by the Foot ones, and of course they didn't last long but as a kid, that's the type of shit that would get you excited about living.



Cell phones didn't even have color yet. Hit Clips and beanie babies were cool. Troll dolls existed. Lava Lamps and magic eight balls and Bop- Its were the toys just about everyone had. People played games, actual games, like Twister and Sorry. INFLATABLE CHAIRS WERE ROOM DECOR.



Another 2000's icon: my idol- Avril Lavigne. She was "mom," of the past decade. She wore a lot of black, had pink extensions, wore baggy pants, was a well known punk rock princess. I wanted to be her when I grew up.

The 2000's also came with an interesting sense of fashion and beauty...bright and bold eyeshadow, crimped hair, studded belts in every color, and pants so baggy you might as well have worn your bedroom comforter out. Colored eyeshadow is BOLD AF, BAGGY PANTS ARE SO COMFORTABLE! Most people think  fashion and lifestyle of the 2000's as a disaster... I don't. In fact, I want to revive it.




So I present to you, the new sonifromconey. I want bold looks. I WANT DIFFERENT, against the norm, nontraditional. Looks that willl make you look back. Looks that will make you look twice. While the looks I've worn have been my style, its been my reserved style. When I had depression, I was too skeptical to go out and lacked the confidence to dress to my liking in front of other people.  I'd spend time hunting down the perfect pieces and do crazy lip colors , even paint my eyebrows pink, and then just sit in my room...the rest of the day. It was actually really sad. Nobody ever got to see. 




 Two of my favorite bloggers, LinaBugz and SpoopyKristen, are alternative style bloggers and they are the coolest bloggers on the planet. Kristen does sick  makeup looks and Lina's style is unreal.  (Ironically, we also both own this Ragged Priest shirt.) After being a loyal follower for years, they've inspired me to finally start being able to wear my personal style out more in public. Wearing these checkerboard platform boots got me some pretty wild looks, but these shoes are awesome and my favorites and no nasty glare or girl videotaping me to her Snapstory is going to change that. (that actually happened.) So go and buy the crazy shoes, top, or bottoms. Wear them.  Love them. Fuck anyone that wants to shit on you for what you like. They suck, not you.

Top from the Ragged Priest, glasses from Petals and Peacocks, pants from Brandy Melville, and platforms from Current Mood clothing. Photos by @royal.youths.
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