I didn’t “get into” vintage — I was basically raised by it.
While other kids were playing with glitter glue, I was elbow-deep in auction boxes and heirloom chaos.

My parents ran a Second Hand, Antique & Collectibles shop in Glen Eden Auckland, New Zealand in the ’90s, which means I grew up surrounded by old treasures, haunted wardrobes, and the occasional porcelain diva. Garage sales? Estate auctions? Mystery boxes full of “what even is that?” — yeah, that was my childhood playground.

The smell of an oiled antique oak dresser feels more familiar than warm biscuits. The pull toward things that have lived before, survived the years, and earned their place.

My dad used to buy me cheap auction box lots like a little initiation ritual. And somewhere between the Crown Lynn, the Wedgewood, and the boxes that smelled like secrets, I fell in love.
Not with perfection — with history. With the thrill of giving something forgotten a second life. With the drama of a garment that’s lived before and refuses to go quietly.

I don’t thrift.
I don’t “find cute pieces.”
I summon them.

House of June is where that lifelong obsession turned into a full-blown resurrection practice — part fashion, part glamour necromancy.

So if you’ve ever felt drawn to clothing with a past…
If you’ve ever wanted to dress like the main character in a slow-burning gothic romance…
If you love pieces with presence, attitude, and maybe a whisper of chaos…

Welcome home.

— Lyza
Vintage witch. Glam curator. Resurrector-in-chief.