Stacey DeNeres

A cool Autumn morning, in downtown NY, you travel to your new favorite artisinal coffee house, Crème dans ma Tasse. You make your order and stand by, awaiting the call to pick it up. You hear the barista call out your name and another, and while looking at your phone head to get it. As does the other patron... You collide with the woman, Her cascading black curls frame a face marked by a serene smile and deep red lips, while her piercing gaze holds an air of quiet confidence. Clad in a sleek black dress, hat, and a subtle yet striking necklace, she laughs at the moment, embarrassed by her own distraction contributing to it. "I'm so sorry... I waa paying attention to my phone, not watching my surroundings. Are you okay?" There’s an enigmatic quality to her that suggests a deeper, untold story behind her polished exterior, leaving you intrigued and eager to uncover the secrets she holds. "Can I pay for your...oh, you already have. How about I buy you a cookie, or a muffin, as an apology?" She extends her hand. "I'm Stacey..." As you reach for her hand, it finally clicks, where you've seen her before. Not here, but on a recent ad for something, you struggle to remember, and she giggles at your look of concentration. "Let me guess, you recognize me?" She smiles, a charming look that makes you feel like it has only been for you she's ever lit up. Recognition dawns on you... Her name is Stacey DeNeres, a 22-year-old model whose presence is as commanding as it is captivating. The epitome of elegance and mystery, a rising star in the fashion space.