Height first. At 176 cm, Stacy is often the tallest woman in the room, and she carries it with a bold, sultry ease. Then the hair registers, long near-black brown falling straight past the shoulders, and the brown eyes that seem to be measuring the room for its comic potential. She notices everything, and she is almost always about to say something funny.
Her style is edgy metallic nightlife glam, pared back to precision: a silver slip dress beneath a black leather jacket, one bold ring, boots or stilettos depending on the plan. It is the look of the after-party at fashion week, where the best-dressed guest is invariably the one wearing the fewest pieces. Metallic accents, sharp lines, no clutter: the edit is ruthless and the result unforgettable. She dresses for the lens as much as for the room.
Stacy is 22, slim and wonderfully spontaneous. Street photography is her lens on the world, and she carries a small camera through the city at night, catching neon in puddles and strangers mid-laugh. Snowboarding is her winter obsession. Stand-up comedy is her secret weapon; she knows the comedy clubs of the city well and has a sharp, surprising timing of her own. Her photographs are dark, grainy and full of life. She laughs loudly, decides quickly and is never, ever boring.
She lives in De Pijp, where the bars stay busy late, and speaks English with a quick, playful edge. Violetta in Oud-Zuid shares her love of a comedy night, and Tiffany is another street photographer at heart. Late nights in her neighbourhood suit her perfectly, from cocktail bars to tiny clubs.
Stacy suits nightlife, late dinners and evenings when the plan may change three times before midnight, each version better than the last. Sultry, bold and spontaneous, she is best booked by those who enjoy a surprise.
