There’s no shortage of beautiful people in Miami; however, Kasey Ashcraft has turned her beauty into a jet-setting career.
Kasey Ashcraft posing on one of Miami Beach’s colorful lifeguard stands.
No matter where you live in America, you’re bound to have seen Kasey Ashcraft. Although the brand ambassador for Frankie’s Bikinis calls Miami home, her modeling career has her catching red-eye flights back and forth to New York, Los Angeles, and yes, even Milwaukee for shoots. Here we catch up with the blonde bombshell and Wilhelmina staple to talk fashion, Miami, and staying beautiful.
How were you discovered?
In Washington, DC, by a talent scout while shopping with my mom. They gave me their card at the mall, asked me if I was interested in modeling, and that was it. I was 19 years old.
You obviously said yes?
I moved down to Miami two months after meeting them to try it out for a couple of weeks and ask myself, Did I want that life? Coming to Miami opened my eyes to so many things; I saw this totally different life I didn’t know existed. It made me want to work harder because I wanted to stay in Miami, [which is] way more expensive than my home in Maryland.
Did you always want to be a model?
No, I wanted to be a kindergarten teacher, and I ended up being a model in Miami Beach!
Where do people recognize you from?
Currently I’m doing a lot of work for Venus, Kohl’s, Sears, and Belk [department stores]. I recently got a call from my agent at midnight for a last-minute shoot, [so I had to wake] up at 4:30 am for a 6:30 am flight to Milwaukee. I took four pictures, got back on the plane, and landed in Miami at midnight. All in a day’s work.
How do you stay “beautiful” through all of that?
I spend a lot of time sitting on a plane, so I usually have distilled water that I spray on to keep my face refreshed. I drink water with lemon because that helps eliminate darkness under the eyes. I walk around the plane every 30 minutes so my body gets circulation. After a shoot, sometimes I take a shower at the Admirals Club [airport lounge]; it’s a whole routine. My husband hates flying with me.