‘Redneck Woman’

“Well I ain’t never
Been the barbie doll type
No I can’t swig that sweet champagne
I’d rather drink beer all night
In a tavern or in a honky tonk
I want a four wheel drive tailgate
I’ve got posters on my wall of Skynrd, Kid and Straight
Some people look down on me
But I don’t give a rip
I stand barefooted in my own front yard with a baby on my hip
‘Cause I’m redneck woman
I ain’t no high class broad…”
– Gretchen Wilson

One of the great things about doing photography is the opportunity it affords to meet and collaborate with a wide variety of people, most of whom I would be very unlikely to otherwise know. Allow me to introduce Stacy. A young man who took a liking to her hired me to do a photo shoot on his farm in Northwest Georgia.

“Make her look like them girls on your website,” he requested.

Stacy is a self-described “redneck woman”. Loud and proud. She has a truck and it’s bad ass. “All the guys want her,” the guy said, “but she only likes country boys.”

She don’t take shit from anyone. You know she likes you if she’s giving you a hard time.

She loves country music. And men in uniform.

She hunts and fishes. She has killed, skinned and cooked animals.

She’s a tomboy and a daddy’s girl. Not that daddy could get her to quit being wild. Like all the other men, she probably has him wrapped around her finger.

A twenty-something millennial with considerable feminine charms she isn’t afraid to use.

A girl that does not mind getting her hands dirty.

Stacy was a blast to shoot with because she had no qualms about being silly and audacious. She playfully spanked her own bottom and asked me to “get a good shot of my booty”. She was quite proud of her twerking prowess and gave a demo.

I wouldn’t describe this as the most artistic or elegant photo shoot I’ve ever done (LOL), but in the context of capturing her charisma, I like it.

I love this image of her sitting on the porch in lingerie and her boots. She had just finished a cigarette and was telling me a story about a crazy ex-boyfriend who got all possessive and had to be cut loose. I asked her if she felt self-conscious being outside half-dressed. “Oh Nah,” she answered. “The closest neighbors are on the other side of that ridge. I walk around naked outside all the time. I don’t care if they see it. I’ll give ’em a show!”

Ain’t nothing wrong with a good little country girl.

This setting is so reminiscent of the scenery of the rural South. No fancy airs about hiding stuff from sight. Things are utilitarian.

Stacy’s a lovely woman. One senses that becoming a teenager brought lots of attention she wasn’t accustomed to before.

You could almost feel the power radiating from her, this sway she has over the menfolk to bend them to her will. It was as if her body was a bolt of lightning just waiting to be discharged.

She’s a delicate flower in the field. Like a venus fly-trap.

A petite thing. Larger than life. Don’t let her size fool you. She’s a man-eater. Watch out boy, she’ll chew you up…

She’s deliciously sexy in more than just the way she looks, how she dresses to show off her body.

I was impressed by her supreme confidence in herself. In her world, she’s the queen of the universe. I don’t mean that in a bad way. She just knows she’s the shit, and everyone else knows it too.

She had a mouth on her that would make a sailor blush, yet she can turn into this innocent-looking girl.

As her friend told me, “You never know what’s going to come out of her mouth next!”

I showed up, not really knowing what to expect. She selected her outfits.

We shot inside a mobile home. It didn’t offer much in the way of picturesque backgrounds. You work with what you have. That could be the Southerner motto: Work with what you have…

I shifted gears from glamour to photojournalism. I decided to give this the portrait treatment and just capture the moment in its simplicity. Stacy had a sensuality that was unmistakable and impossible to ignore. She is a uncontrollable flirt.

I was just glad to be inside around air-conditioning. That farm was, I think, about a mile from the sun, judging from the grueling August heat.

I spend so much time in cities now, it can be freaky to be out in the middle of Nowhere, Georgia.

The crickets offered their sweet summer song of synchronized chirping. That sound that instantly takes me back to the summers of my childhood when the world was big and full of wonders to experience.

There, in the middle of natural desolation, this incredible girl. Her mere presence was like a spotlight shining down from the heavens.

The beasts of the wilderness seem mesmerized by her as well.

I bid farewell to this redneck girl. Maybe some day our paths will cross again. Maybe I’ll see her in her pickup truck, babies in tow, heading home to cook dinner for her man. Adios, pretty lady. Adios.