Brittny Ward
Brittny Ward stands six feet of willowy brunette grace. Sacramento born to a Highway Patrol officer and a hairdresser, her life split down the middle. "I was everywhere," she laughs. "Model, dancer—jazz, tap, ballet, hip-hop, lyrical—volleyball, and pageant circuit." She wore the gowns, yet the stage never fit. At home she cranked the Stones, preferring rock over tiaras. "Gemini," she says. "Quiet one minute, wild the next, but always mellow." Playboy liked what it saw. Her modeling eye and fearless sensuality made her Miss January 2015. She worships the nineties greats—Cindy, Naomi, Kate—and wanted that same mythic space. Off-camera she hikes, blasts stadium rock, and plans a skydiving leap. "More followers," she grins, "more chances." We feel the same.
Brittny Ward
Brittny Ward stands six feet of willowy brunette grace. Sacramento born to a Highway Patrol officer and a hairdresser, her life split down the middle. "I was everywhere," she laughs. "Model, dancer—jazz, tap, ballet, hip-hop, lyrical—volleyball, and pageant circuit." She wore the gowns, yet the stage never fit. At home she cranked the Stones, preferring rock over tiaras. "Gemini," she says. "Quiet one minute, wild the next, but always mellow." Playboy liked what it saw. Her modeling eye and fearless sensuality made her Miss January 2015. She worships the nineties greats—Cindy, Naomi, Kate—and wanted that same mythic space. Off-camera she hikes, blasts stadium rock, and plans a skydiving leap. "More followers," she grins, "more chances." We feel the same.
