If you have yet to be introduced to the talented Mr. Denerick Lindsey, then I have these words for you. Climb from under that rock you have been living in because Chile you have truly been missing out. He is 5ft 8inches of perfect muscular distribution, incased within lean, porcelain, bronze kissed flesh, defined by striking features, exotic eyes, and sealed with a smiled that would melt any woman, and give any man cause for a second look.
Yes yawl he is that phyne! Denerick Lindsey in my opinion is a super model on the rise.
I first met Denerick some seven months ago on a models call. I was looking for a fresh face to capture the identity of my first novel Street Sinuata, on film. Denerick answered my ad, though I didn’t know it then he was destined to be the face of my lead character, but this was not all that he could be.
I remember it like it was yesterday, perhaps because the scene has played out so many times in my mind. I had been interviewing all day long, and I had seen more than enough good looking men to suit me for the rest of my life. (sake…You all know I could never get enough of being in the presence of an attractive man.) Denerick was scheduled as my last interview of the day, and he was running late. I was less than excited about our meeting. After all the day had been less than promising, and I had slowly drifted from hopeful to slightly irritated by what I had seen. It wasn’t that the men I had interviewed weren’t attractive, They just in my opinion didn’t have that eccentricity that I was looking for. You know that it factor.
I was truly ready to go, and I was about to start packing up things when HE caught my attention. He was standing at the light on the opposite side of the street. Dark glasses, Mohawk, luxurious skin, the impiety of handsome.
As he crossed the street toward star buck’s, confidence exuding from his stride, I thought to myself: Damn he is perfect for the cover of my book. I wonder if he is a model? He turned the corner in to the parking lot and picked up his cell phone, When MY phone rang I smiled. This beautiful young man walking my into Starbuck’s was my last appointment of the day, and he was everything that I had not expected; He was Denerick, and He was the Cover of my book.
The Photo shoot several months later and completely off schedule was more than I had expected it to be. Denerick had rocked the photo Shoot. Both my artistic Director and my photographer were impressed by his professionalism, and enamored with his look.
as well as they should have been. Look at him; the boy is phyne, that you can’t deny. But it was his professionalism, his warm smile, inviting personality, and ambition that kept me looking for him. And after a while I began to see Denerick every where I turned. The more I saw him the more of my attention he command. But It was his fortitude that intrigued me, Literally last week I didn’t know who he was, but today he was the face I saw every time I attended an event in Atlanta.
Walking the runway at HLF Atlanta Fashion Week, Standing on a platform in jockey’s in Select Boutique, On the cover of Kontrol Magazine, Art on the walls of My favorite Upscale bar in Midtown Atlanta, and lets not forget about his underwear spread for The-tee.com (Chile I never been so wet.)
With Growing Portfolio like he has, I had to know what was driving Denerick Lindsey. So I sat down with him to talk about his passion for modeling. The interview was more than enlightening and it gave me an in-depth look into the picture of his ambitions.
If your were to ask Denerick who he was, he would instantly tell you.. He is a shy, plain closed, couch potato. At least that is who he is in those down moments when, the business of his professional life isn’t in play. But that’s not the Denerick we see in his pictures, on the run way, in front of a photographers lens, or in a go see. I wanted to know who that Denerick is? Who was this man who was fighting through the crowd of pretty faces, perfect bodies, holding his own, and standing front and center amongst the fashion elite.
Denerick Said: That is the part of me that takes over, That is the loud, up noxious, pushy, arrogant, side of my personality, that wants this modeling thing so bad. I call him The Denerick Show.
I smiled when I thought about what he was saying, because I knew it to be true. I had seen the Denerick show, as he called himself jokingly in action. Confident to a fault. Always dressed to impress in his own unique style, with an air cockey sophistocation, blantantly honest, and Driven. So it was hard for me to believe that Denerick could be casual, laid back, or even lazy. And I found it even harder to believe that Denerick was raised on a farm in Brenham, Texas. I laughed when I heard the words slip from his mouth. It was hard for me to imagine strikingly good looking male model that he was, in a oair of over alls, looking all farm boy like, and milking a cow. Unless it was for the cover of some high fashion magazine for some high end Fashion house or something. I immediately asked him again.
A farm?
Yes a farm. he smiled as he looked at me, yep it was true this polished porcelain black man was raised on a farm with chickens, cows, the whole caboodle.
Denerick like most black men I know came to Atlanta to attend school in the AUC, But after a year there he found himself feeling extremely home sick, or so he’d like to believe. I think more than anything he was just bored with the life of a co-ed.
I tried to stay with it, I didn’t want to disappoint my family
He said softly to me. It was as if a peace of him still felt a little bad for the decision he had made then. But then a light came to his eyes,. And he said with great conviction.
But I called my grandmother, and we talked on the phone. I cried to her for a long time. I told her how I was so unhappy and how I just wanted to drop out, but I didn’t want to disappoint her. Do you know what she said to me?
He asked me as he took a sip of the Carmel Apple Cider he had been drinking.
She said that I could never be a disappoint in her eyes. She told me that I should find my own way, and that I shouldn’t worry about who gets disappointed, as long as I was happy with my life, that was truely all that mattered.
I love how the very people that we think we're going to disappoint are the ones rooting for us the most to follow our hearts. Denerick's grandmother said in that awesome way that grandmothers say things; Baby you got to live for you. And that was a defining moment in Denerick’s life, and it was then that he decided to take another path in life. He decided to chase after a dream of his own, and that dream was to become a model. Funny thing dreams they take on a whole other form when you pursue them, and the pursuit of a dream\ doesn’t come easy. Those of us in pursuit know this more than anybody. But Denerick took the words that his grandmother instilled in him and went after his own success story with all his heart.
Model’s aren’t made in Atlanta? Or so this is what Denerick thought and his pursuit inevitably lead him to New York, because that’s where he though he would find success. He walked the pavement. He beat down doors, he applied to some of the most prominent modeling agencies. Though his face was fresh, his look was all his own, though his body was immaculate, and his talent undeniable; the NO’s kept coming.
Their exact words to me were, “we love your look it’s unique and different, but we would like to see a more developed portfolio, Go and build it up, then come back and see us.”
Denerick spoke this with an air of frustration and anger.
That was like the worst thing that they could have told me.
I saw a lot of pain in his eyes as the words left his lips and I could hear the hurt still there in his voice.
It was hard hearing that I was ALMOST there, but not quite. Tell me anything, but don’t tell me I am almost there! I think that is what discouraged me and I took myself off of the scene for a while.
Hard to believe that such a self motivated man like the one I had seen in Denerick could allow himself to be discouraged by someone else. Then again he is only human. Denerick did what a lot of us do when we come up against road blocks. We pull back Lots of times too soon.
Denerick went back to working an average nine to five. Giving his time to people that really didn’t care about his success. But the monotony of life is not for people like the Denerick’s of the world.
I got tired of the cycle.
He said, but his statement left me baffled. What did he mean by the cycle. I asked.
The cycle is the life that lots of people live day in, day our. You know what I am talking about working the same job every day, the same hours every week, and getting paid just enough to pay your bills, being off when some one schedules you to be off. The rhythm of it all wasn’t for me, and it bored me. I didn’t want to be stuck in the cycle. I hate the cycle. So after I got a taste of what life could be like and I realized that ,that life wasn’t for me, I went back to what I love.
But what did Denerick truely love? WHat was this one undeniable truth of life that he just couldn't live without?
Modeling.
This is how I know that Denerick had a passion that exceeded anything else in his life.
If money wasn’t and issue; if I knew that my bills would get paid and I knew that I could live the life I live now , I would model all day. I would just go on shots, and meet with photographers. That is what I would do because I love it.
There was a light shinning in his bright brown eyes as he spoke those words to me. In his voice I could hear the joy, the passion, and the excitement. His excitement made me excited for him, and I was routing for his success more so then than ever before. If I didn’t see the star in him before that day of I surely saw it in him now. My next question was completely out of scope with the list going on in front of me. But I wanted to know what happened next.
Well honestly I had just started to pursue modeling again around the time that I had met you.He said with a tone that I couldn’t quite place. It was arrogant with and air of seduction. So I pressed him, what exactly did that mean for him now, because all I saw was the glitz and glamour of his red carpet life style. I wanted to know what was different now?
I know what I want now! I want to be a model. I want to make this work for me, by any means necessary, But I want the whole gamete, I want to model, act, television, theater, I want my face, and my name to be every where and I am going to do what it takes to get there.It was easy to see that his words were sincere. Not simply because I was looking in his face, but by the caliber and the amount of work that he was appropriating. Denerick was a hot commodity in Atlanta, and being considerably sought after by designers and photographers alike.
It is funny how we think that there is only one path to take to get to our final destination. When the opposite ions so true. There are many roads into Atlanta. The main road Peachtree is just that the traveled by many, but there are so many little short cuts and side streets that can lead you to your destination. Denerick thought that the only way to make it as a model was through New York and when he met a road block he meandered at the side of the road for a while but eventually decided to etched out his own path to success. And so he continues to climb the ladder of fame with every snap shot taken.
I personally look foreword to seeing what Denerick’s Picture of Ambition will be. But I know that who ever lens he stands in front of it will be FABULOUS.
Contact Denerick
Denerick's Porfolio
Derrick on MySpace
Yes yawl he is that phyne! Denerick Lindsey in my opinion is a super model on the rise.
I first met Denerick some seven months ago on a models call. I was looking for a fresh face to capture the identity of my first novel Street Sinuata, on film. Denerick answered my ad, though I didn’t know it then he was destined to be the face of my lead character, but this was not all that he could be.
I remember it like it was yesterday, perhaps because the scene has played out so many times in my mind. I had been interviewing all day long, and I had seen more than enough good looking men to suit me for the rest of my life. (sake…You all know I could never get enough of being in the presence of an attractive man.) Denerick was scheduled as my last interview of the day, and he was running late. I was less than excited about our meeting. After all the day had been less than promising, and I had slowly drifted from hopeful to slightly irritated by what I had seen. It wasn’t that the men I had interviewed weren’t attractive, They just in my opinion didn’t have that eccentricity that I was looking for. You know that it factor.
I was truly ready to go, and I was about to start packing up things when HE caught my attention. He was standing at the light on the opposite side of the street. Dark glasses, Mohawk, luxurious skin, the impiety of handsome.
As he crossed the street toward star buck’s, confidence exuding from his stride, I thought to myself: Damn he is perfect for the cover of my book. I wonder if he is a model? He turned the corner in to the parking lot and picked up his cell phone, When MY phone rang I smiled. This beautiful young man walking my into Starbuck’s was my last appointment of the day, and he was everything that I had not expected; He was Denerick, and He was the Cover of my book.
The Photo shoot several months later and completely off schedule was more than I had expected it to be. Denerick had rocked the photo Shoot. Both my artistic Director and my photographer were impressed by his professionalism, and enamored with his look.
as well as they should have been. Look at him; the boy is phyne, that you can’t deny. But it was his professionalism, his warm smile, inviting personality, and ambition that kept me looking for him. And after a while I began to see Denerick every where I turned. The more I saw him the more of my attention he command. But It was his fortitude that intrigued me, Literally last week I didn’t know who he was, but today he was the face I saw every time I attended an event in Atlanta.
Walking the runway at HLF Atlanta Fashion Week, Standing on a platform in jockey’s in Select Boutique, On the cover of Kontrol Magazine, Art on the walls of My favorite Upscale bar in Midtown Atlanta, and lets not forget about his underwear spread for The-tee.com (Chile I never been so wet.)
With Growing Portfolio like he has, I had to know what was driving Denerick Lindsey. So I sat down with him to talk about his passion for modeling. The interview was more than enlightening and it gave me an in-depth look into the picture of his ambitions.
If your were to ask Denerick who he was, he would instantly tell you.. He is a shy, plain closed, couch potato. At least that is who he is in those down moments when, the business of his professional life isn’t in play. But that’s not the Denerick we see in his pictures, on the run way, in front of a photographers lens, or in a go see. I wanted to know who that Denerick is? Who was this man who was fighting through the crowd of pretty faces, perfect bodies, holding his own, and standing front and center amongst the fashion elite.
Denerick Said: That is the part of me that takes over, That is the loud, up noxious, pushy, arrogant, side of my personality, that wants this modeling thing so bad. I call him The Denerick Show.
I smiled when I thought about what he was saying, because I knew it to be true. I had seen the Denerick show, as he called himself jokingly in action. Confident to a fault. Always dressed to impress in his own unique style, with an air cockey sophistocation, blantantly honest, and Driven. So it was hard for me to believe that Denerick could be casual, laid back, or even lazy. And I found it even harder to believe that Denerick was raised on a farm in Brenham, Texas. I laughed when I heard the words slip from his mouth. It was hard for me to imagine strikingly good looking male model that he was, in a oair of over alls, looking all farm boy like, and milking a cow. Unless it was for the cover of some high fashion magazine for some high end Fashion house or something. I immediately asked him again.
A farm?
Yes a farm. he smiled as he looked at me, yep it was true this polished porcelain black man was raised on a farm with chickens, cows, the whole caboodle.
Denerick like most black men I know came to Atlanta to attend school in the AUC, But after a year there he found himself feeling extremely home sick, or so he’d like to believe. I think more than anything he was just bored with the life of a co-ed.
I tried to stay with it, I didn’t want to disappoint my family
He said softly to me. It was as if a peace of him still felt a little bad for the decision he had made then. But then a light came to his eyes,. And he said with great conviction.
But I called my grandmother, and we talked on the phone. I cried to her for a long time. I told her how I was so unhappy and how I just wanted to drop out, but I didn’t want to disappoint her. Do you know what she said to me?
He asked me as he took a sip of the Carmel Apple Cider he had been drinking.
She said that I could never be a disappoint in her eyes. She told me that I should find my own way, and that I shouldn’t worry about who gets disappointed, as long as I was happy with my life, that was truely all that mattered.
I love how the very people that we think we're going to disappoint are the ones rooting for us the most to follow our hearts. Denerick's grandmother said in that awesome way that grandmothers say things; Baby you got to live for you. And that was a defining moment in Denerick’s life, and it was then that he decided to take another path in life. He decided to chase after a dream of his own, and that dream was to become a model. Funny thing dreams they take on a whole other form when you pursue them, and the pursuit of a dream\ doesn’t come easy. Those of us in pursuit know this more than anybody. But Denerick took the words that his grandmother instilled in him and went after his own success story with all his heart.
Model’s aren’t made in Atlanta? Or so this is what Denerick thought and his pursuit inevitably lead him to New York, because that’s where he though he would find success. He walked the pavement. He beat down doors, he applied to some of the most prominent modeling agencies. Though his face was fresh, his look was all his own, though his body was immaculate, and his talent undeniable; the NO’s kept coming.
Their exact words to me were, “we love your look it’s unique and different, but we would like to see a more developed portfolio, Go and build it up, then come back and see us.”
Denerick spoke this with an air of frustration and anger.
That was like the worst thing that they could have told me.
I saw a lot of pain in his eyes as the words left his lips and I could hear the hurt still there in his voice.
It was hard hearing that I was ALMOST there, but not quite. Tell me anything, but don’t tell me I am almost there! I think that is what discouraged me and I took myself off of the scene for a while.
Hard to believe that such a self motivated man like the one I had seen in Denerick could allow himself to be discouraged by someone else. Then again he is only human. Denerick did what a lot of us do when we come up against road blocks. We pull back Lots of times too soon.
Denerick went back to working an average nine to five. Giving his time to people that really didn’t care about his success. But the monotony of life is not for people like the Denerick’s of the world.
I got tired of the cycle.
He said, but his statement left me baffled. What did he mean by the cycle. I asked.
The cycle is the life that lots of people live day in, day our. You know what I am talking about working the same job every day, the same hours every week, and getting paid just enough to pay your bills, being off when some one schedules you to be off. The rhythm of it all wasn’t for me, and it bored me. I didn’t want to be stuck in the cycle. I hate the cycle. So after I got a taste of what life could be like and I realized that ,that life wasn’t for me, I went back to what I love.
But what did Denerick truely love? WHat was this one undeniable truth of life that he just couldn't live without?
Modeling.
This is how I know that Denerick had a passion that exceeded anything else in his life.
If money wasn’t and issue; if I knew that my bills would get paid and I knew that I could live the life I live now , I would model all day. I would just go on shots, and meet with photographers. That is what I would do because I love it.
There was a light shinning in his bright brown eyes as he spoke those words to me. In his voice I could hear the joy, the passion, and the excitement. His excitement made me excited for him, and I was routing for his success more so then than ever before. If I didn’t see the star in him before that day of I surely saw it in him now. My next question was completely out of scope with the list going on in front of me. But I wanted to know what happened next.
Well honestly I had just started to pursue modeling again around the time that I had met you.He said with a tone that I couldn’t quite place. It was arrogant with and air of seduction. So I pressed him, what exactly did that mean for him now, because all I saw was the glitz and glamour of his red carpet life style. I wanted to know what was different now?
I know what I want now! I want to be a model. I want to make this work for me, by any means necessary, But I want the whole gamete, I want to model, act, television, theater, I want my face, and my name to be every where and I am going to do what it takes to get there.It was easy to see that his words were sincere. Not simply because I was looking in his face, but by the caliber and the amount of work that he was appropriating. Denerick was a hot commodity in Atlanta, and being considerably sought after by designers and photographers alike.
It is funny how we think that there is only one path to take to get to our final destination. When the opposite ions so true. There are many roads into Atlanta. The main road Peachtree is just that the traveled by many, but there are so many little short cuts and side streets that can lead you to your destination. Denerick thought that the only way to make it as a model was through New York and when he met a road block he meandered at the side of the road for a while but eventually decided to etched out his own path to success. And so he continues to climb the ladder of fame with every snap shot taken.
I personally look foreword to seeing what Denerick’s Picture of Ambition will be. But I know that who ever lens he stands in front of it will be FABULOUS.
Contact Denerick
Denerick's Porfolio
Derrick on MySpace
