DECOR | DESIGN | DOING
create with oef
Coaching
Offering set design coaching for photographers and beyond. Learn how to cover all your angles and layer like a pro!
Interiors
If you have a space that feels blah, or you want to find your style and make it feel like home, let me help you get there! Your space should make you light up and connect with it. Let’s make that happen!
set designs
Take the stress out of seasonal set designs. Let me help you design and source your sets to be your unique style without the stress!
vintage decor
Shop the curated collection of unique and vintage finds, and if we don’t have what you’re looking for, sourcing is our niche! Vintage bloodhounds are here and ready.
small Events
Have a small party or event that needs special touches? I’m happy to help you dream it up and source the perfect accents to set it apart!
custom photo ops
Let’s build your dream photo experience! Immersive, luxe, funky, fun—Let’s do it!
the story behind OEF
onyx
The family name derivative.
Oliver, Nikolai, Karyn, Alex.
The children that made me, the man who loves me through every side quest and age long journey. They are my reason every day for fighting to give them the world and to be present enough to enjoy it with them.
ephemera
The little things in life meant to be fleeting. But everything is fleeting, isn’t it? Is that why we hold on to these little things so tightly? To be reminded of how things were—to be reminded of the crinkled hand that penned the grocery list we found eighty years later—to connect with a past that we claw our way back to with so little success? Or do we hold on so tightly to feel the warmth of generations past and know that they existed and struggled, loved and lived in the same paths and spaces as us. Maybe it makes us feel like we’re truly not alone—to touch the moments in time that once belonged to the others whose blood runs through our veins.
Foundry
If you can close your eyes and feel the grit of stone, the wave in the clay, the silky lines of the “good” china, the bubbles in the glass—that’s how you know it’s been forged with someone’s intense concentration and sweat. Maybe they cried through it—maybe they bled. They definitely lost some heart in it.
These are the things within a foundry. This is the way I, too, build.
All my heart.
Kae
