Shawn Dillon
Shawn Dillon. Miss February 2013. She moves like water. Tall, slim, with a golden tan earned on Sarasota's white sand. Hair the color of wet sand, eyes like the Gulf itself—cool, green, and never quite still. She spends her days on the beach, but she's no sunbather. Competitive swimsuit model, surfer, wakeboarder, diver. When she's not in the water, she's already planning her next dive. "I'm a mermaid," she says. "Water's where I belong." She wants more than the runway. Acting. Hosting. Maybe her own skincare line. She casts her ambitions wide, the same way she casts a line offshore. And whether she's posing for the camera or riding a swell, one thing's certain: this Centerfold belongs on the wall.
Shawn Dillon
Shawn Dillon. Miss February 2013. She moves like water. Tall, slim, with a golden tan earned on Sarasota's white sand. Hair the color of wet sand, eyes like the Gulf itself—cool, green, and never quite still. She spends her days on the beach, but she's no sunbather. Competitive swimsuit model, surfer, wakeboarder, diver. When she's not in the water, she's already planning her next dive. "I'm a mermaid," she says. "Water's where I belong." She wants more than the runway. Acting. Hosting. Maybe her own skincare line. She casts her ambitions wide, the same way she casts a line offshore. And whether she's posing for the camera or riding a swell, one thing's certain: this Centerfold belongs on the wall.
