Stacy, edgy nightlife glam on the move from De Pijp

Height is the first thing people register when Stacy steps out of a car. At 176 cm, slim, with long near-black brown hair sliding over one shoulder, she stands under a streetlamp looking like the poster for a film nobody has seen yet. The second thing is the grin, which suggests she already knows how the story ends and thinks you are going to enjoy it.

Bold and sultry, with brown eyes that always seem to be enjoying a private joke, she is 22 and wildly spontaneous. Stacy is the companion who suggests a detour to photograph a flickering neon sign, or turns a quiet drink into a midnight walk along the Amstel just because the light on the water looks good. Her look is edgy metallic nightlife glam: rhinestones, white lace, silver and turquoise, made for flashbulbs and dark reflective floors. Standing next to her in a lift feels a little like appearing in a music video.

Street photography is her obsession. A small camera travels everywhere, catching reflections in rain puddles, cyclists under red lights, faces lit by phone screens on the night tram. Snowboarding fills her winters, and she comes back from the mountains with stories and bruises in equal measure. Stand-up comedy fills her weeknights; she knows every little comedy room in town and can recite her favourite routines word for word, timing included. Tiffany shares her eye for photographing the street, and Violetta never misses a good comedy night either.

Stacy rolls out of De Pijp with quick wit and zero hesitation, speaking English at the speed of a punchline. The drive over is never dull; she shoots the city through the taxi window, chasing the perfect blur of passing neon. Expect sharp jokes, a spontaneous change of plan or two, and an entrance with real star power.