It’s Sofia with a Flat.
Sofia Franklyn gave Page Six an exclusive tour of her sun-drenched New York City apartment filled with whimsical tchotchkes, faux flowers and contemporary wall art depicting what she colorfully describes as women who look “a little bit deranged.”
“Labeling the aesthetic of my apartment is a tough one. I don’t know all the lingo. I don’t do interior design for work; I just do it as a hobby, and I just happen to be that good,” she deadpanned.
The famously dry podcaster, 32, went on to define her home style as “funky, Parisian-chic with some wabi-sabi elements” before unequivocally deciding that she “can’t be put in a box.”
Franklyn did say that she is drawn to materials like marbles and woods as well as mixed colors and “blob” shapes — the latter as evidenced by the mushy couch and linen lamp situated in her spanning living room overlooking the Lower East Side’s bustling St. Marks Place.
“This living room area doubled as my bedroom area because I live on a very busy street in New York, OK?” she explained. “There’s a college down the street. There’s just hooligans and wild people, and it gets f–king loud. And my bedroom — it sounded like I was behind the DJ at a DJ booth.”
Eventually, the social media star rectified the situation by adding double-pane windows in her bedroom, though, admittedly, she periodically misses the days of passing out on her couch.
Coffee-table books are meticulously placed on every available surface in the space, with some of her most sentimental tomes being one about Winston Churchill and Shel Silverstein’s “The Missing Piece Meets the Big O.”
Franklyn’s “prized possession” is not the pricey crystal vase gifted to her by her new mystery boyfriend but an ever-growing collection of plants, seashells and a dried, blackened sea fan she found nearly a decade ago on the beaches of Tulum.
“I don’t know how he stayed intact,” she said of the octocoral decor. “My mom asks me to throw him away every single day.”
Above the couch is a black-and-white image of a nude woman in pigtails snapped by late, great photographer Sam Haskins. The influencer savvily obtained the large print by directly contacting the legend’s son Ludwig Haskins via Instagram — haggling with him for nearly a year until he agreed to sell her the piece.
“I just love this whole thing, and it’s alluding to the naked body, but she’s not [naked], right? Like, you can’t see nudity here,” she said.
The kitchen, Franklyn joked, is mostly made up of props such as a likely expired can of olive oil purchased from a thrift shop in Argentina — but she also loves her air fryer and has not one but two rice cookers for emergency situations.
“I am absolutely obsessed with rice. I cook rice 24/7,” she said.
“One time my rice cooker was not working, so I invested in this guy,” she added of her backup appliance.
The refrigerator — while stocked with leftover halal takeout bowls, a hefty liquor supply and, of course, freshly cooked rice — is more importantly where Franklyn keeps her skincare products fresh and chilled. An enclosed shelf inside contains beauty products like face rollers, prescription retinol, gua sha, under-eye patches and multiple suspicious-looking syringes filled, uncontroversially, with teeth-whitening gel.
“They probably think I’m taking some kind of diet or weight-loss something, right?” Franklyn acknowledged. “I could see how people would think it could be something else. It looks pretty freaking serious. And why are there five of them?”
Franklyn transformed her den into a cozy studio, where she records her popular show, “Sofia With an F,” as well as her forthcoming podcast, which she teased will have “completely different content.”
“It’s a new genre,” she shared with Page Six. “There’s going to be a major true crime element that has to do with my personal life actually, but [keeping] it comedy.”
The recording room has a white bouclé love seat “where the magic happens” topped with a bespoke “Sofia with an F” plaid throw pillow she purchased off Etsy. Large aperture lights and cameras used when filming her podcast dominate one small corner, and parked at her blue desk is her favorite investment piece: a woman-shaped chair inspired by painter Amedeo Modigliani that eerily resembles Cynthia Nixon’s “Sex and the City” character, Miranda Hobbes.
“I wanted it to just be really comfy [and] cozy, especially when I have guests come in,” she explained of her studio. “I want them to feel free to let their freak flag fly, for lack of a better term.”
Franklyn’s workspace has several artworks showcasing plenty of women, including a drawing of two girls licking strawberries or a framed painting of a young woman turned sideways.
“All the girls in here look a little bit deranged, and I think, you know, I have an element of that to my personality, just a little one. I think we all do,” she said.
The guest bathroom is accented with tiger-print wallpaper — an interior design project Franklyn is hiding from her rental property’s owner.
“This wallpaper, I believe I got it off Etsy,” she said. “There was existing wallpaper that was chevron print and a bunch of toucans, like the bird that you see at the zoo. And I didn’t really love it, so I decided to put my own wallpaper [up].
“Do I own this apartment? No,” she admitted. “Did I ask for permission to do that? Also, no.”
For the ex-“Call Her Daddy” co-host, it’s better to “beg for forgiveness” than ask for permission.
“When I throw parties, this is the bathroom that everyone uses,” she said. “And my apartment is like an orphanage. There are people coming in every single week and leaving. And I like for them to have their own privacy.”
The former Barstool Sports personality’s spacious bedroom features high ceilings, limewash walls and a shaggy orange chair.
“I wanted to make it feel like more of a cocoon,” she said.
For the first time in her adult life, Franklyn decided not to use white bedding and instead opted for a taupe-hued comforter with velvety accent pillows.
“Stark white bedding is not good for the soul,” she declared.
Bookending her bed are two extremely heavy pink marble side tables that are practically immovable — even when she enlisted four strong movers for help.
“They’re a pain in my f–king ass,” she said of the cubic nightstands, quipping, “I’m going to literally have to say they come with the apartment [if I ever move out].”