Keo Necra is our favorite model contributor. It’s not because she’s a smoking hot model, but more of she is one of the realest/nicest person you’ll have the pleasure of meeting. We spent sometime we her last year after Kuya Model Expo, and we had a blast. However, we’ve been so busy here at the office, we’ve lagged it on posting up a feature on her (Sorry Keo!)
When Hugh and Wu spent time with you, you mentioned that you lived in California before and now you reside in Canada, what made you move out there?
Moving to California was seemingly for my best interest since the family that I have out there who were your stereotypical expect-over-the-top-doctoral-blood-out-of-you Vietnamese immigrants. They would bash Canada every chance they got despite how much the US health care and keeping up with appearances was crippling them deep down inside their pockets. I think their exact words were “U.S.A. All the way!” To which my mom replied; “How come you not American, Keo?” It convinced my mom so I was there for the ride.
We see that you do a lot of Body Building competitions and wrestling, how’d did you get into that
The year was 2012 and I had started blogging about all the things that made me angry. Like finding used maxi-pads in clogged toilets, getting a parking ticket, getting woken up at 3am for dinner whenever my mom was trying to adjust to a new sleeping pattern whenever she came back from Vietnam, ripping a favourite pair of jeans and fighting perves for front row at strip clubs. Although I had garnered a following of people who loved hearing me complain as an angsty University Student armed with a camera and the determination to find something that offended me everyday with my spare time, I finally received my first hate mail. It simply said. “You’re fat,” I used every nerd bone in my body to track down the email used on the IP server and wrote back: “No I’m not.” To which the person replied: “My dead dog is better looking than you.” Thus the training started as a quest to do well in my first bodybuilding competition. When I did, I just wanted to keep going. And here I am 10+ shows later.
How much do you deadlift?
315lbs (3) plates per side. SPLOOSH!
Do dudes still come up to you and try to show you proper form
Not quite, but they have become smarter in “approaching” me. They’ll make a sharp sudden yelp noise and wait for me to look over as if I was making the first move.. when I’d be clearly confused. Then they would walk over and comment on how well the Raiders (Or which ever team cap I’d be wearing that day.) were doing in football. There’s no escaping clever “friendship hunters” at the gym.
What’s more annoying, the dick picks or getting told how to lift?
Definitely getting told how to lift. At least with dick pics, it’s 1 (or 5) and done. With unwarranted guidance and advice, the conversation is ongoing because I’m a polite Canadian who wouldn’t want anyone to be embarrassed by a “shush, get away. You’re stupid and you smell like a well burrito swimming in regurgitated onions.”
Other than being an amazing hostess, fit girl, and modelling what else are you into? (Segway into photography)
Hmmm… Let me think about that. I guess you can say… Oh yes. Photography. I live in a city filled with people who are used to outdated photo techniques and styles I’ve been seeing for the last 10 years. During some collaborations as a model, I found myself disappointed in the produced images so more often than not, I would be reluctant to post them. Armed with a camera myself and the thought “I can do better on my own”, I started producing images that would come out exactly the way I had imagined it would. Most of the photographers I want to shoot with live outside of Winnipeg and are mainly LA based. So I would read about how my favorite photographers set their cameras and then started taking pictures of my attractive friends. Thus a new business venture was born.
So you handle talent and set up shoots. What’s easier and more fulfilling, shooting or being the model.
It’s easier and more fulfilling to shoot the subject. I like the idea of creating images that will have my subjects feeling more confident and be in positive disbelief about how they appear in the photo prior to processing. As a model, I’d look through the preview monitor in horror 80% of the time because I’m either blinking or doing something goofy that makes me appear fatter than usual.
So being all that and you’re a contributor to AmpedAsia. We’ve read all the Dick Pic Diaries. How did that come about?
I used to get at least 30 dick pics a day. I got really sick of wondering ‘why?’ so I decided to make it work in my benefit. Out of all the ones that were sent to me with a valid email/real facebook account, I wanted to really put a pinch in the foreskin of the senders. Who doesn’t love the gratification of creating drama for someone else? After I find out what their last names are, I’d screen cap and forward the messages to anyone with the same last names as them. If their friend list was visible and accessible, I’d send it to anyone on the list that was remotely attractive to kill any chance that the dick pic sender had with them. Ooooh I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about how many feathers I’ve rustled.
Anymore articles coming soon from you?
I’m currently trying to condense an article I started about the common practice of being Asian and living with your parents well into your 20’s. It’s at 3 full pages. I’m trying to scale the banter back to 1 page since I personally hate reading anything longer than that. Who has the time? Maybe I’m a slow reader. Don’t tell anyone I’m a slow reader.
Before we go, how much do you squat, and do you brag about it? lol
My squat is pretty brutal. I can only squat 205 pounds. I don’t brag much about my gym life because it tends to make people think it’s okay to take up my time asking for the easy cure for being a fat ass without genuinely listening to my advice. When that happens, they then ask me to train them for free. To which I would accidentally laugh about out loud and a fight would probably ensue at some point. So my humble demeanor and constant subject change away from conversations about the gym is for my own safety, really.
Photos by: Bennie.LA