


Welcome to a world of tarnished sequins. Fields and fireflies at dusk. Midnight rooftop tea parties. Whirling dervish to fiddles and clarinets. Bonfires. Gold bangles. Smoky dark velvet cushioned rooms. Blankets of frost. Stars through the skeleton limbs of trees. Low fog in the morning over the bend of the river. The smell of crackling pine logs and burnt sugar. Verhext is located somewhere in the clouds & mountains between the Bay Area and Vermont.
Purveyor of handpicked vintage and custom magical garments ~ styling for fashion and band shoots since 1996; under the monikers of The Boneyard, Dramatis Personae, Dainty & Dirty, and now Verhext.
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bulaklak
1 year ago
I love that you have white walls. In a weird way, it’s akin to the way that José Eber wears a long braid and Michael Kors wears one black blazer. Does that make sense?
verhext
1 year ago
Oh god, I hate them. I’m not allowed to paint and they’re really this hideous beige. My last place was dark red, I want my own house SO BADLY. Ah, finances. :/
verhext
1 year ago
which, if i owned a house i would have white walls, as well. but actually white, like warm old plaster white, not institutional beige.
Casey
12 months ago
Beautiful photos…