Photo Story: Bali

Back in February I spent all the money I had on a flight to Bali. It was equal parts inspired and insane behaviour. Sadly, the too-poor-to-eat thing didn’t give me the awesome beach bod I was hoping for, because food that is bad for you is cheaper for you than food that is good for you. But that is a debate for another place (Channel 4 have a good series of documentaries if you are interested). Anyway, me and my not-even-nearly beach ready bod went to Bali and surfed, snorkled and generally acted the maggot. I went fishing at sunset and dived off boats. I absorbed the overwhelming culture, which was Aussie bogan style, and came home thinking it was perfectly acceptable to wear an oversize tie dye tee, leopard maxi, trucker hat and flip flops as a legitimate outfit. :/ Well when the place looks like this, who gives a shit about clothes…

Ps. I accidentally threw out a roll of film with all my favourite places on it. EPIC fail. Thank feic for my iphone….

 

 

 

 

 

Photo Story: Une petite histoire Parisienne

I am getting serious mileage out of last weekend’s trip to Paris – me + camera + very blogworthy place = millions of images. Did you know that it takes just 20 minutes to cross the channel on the Eurostar, and that it goes below the sea, as in, under the seabed? They are just some of the things that I discovered. Here are some more…

…and that’s just the start of it. I’ll give you a pound if you can tell me what that amazing building in the seventh picture is. Not everyone, just the first person.

Brighton Rocks

I told you before I went to Brighton and I was hoping for some nice shots from my Olympus XA. These are they. No filters or Photoshop, just good old fashioned 35mm film photography.

Therese from Smoke Out TV. I just call her Therese tho.

All images (c) Jane Alexandra

And here’s me, beside a merry-go-round on the beach. Thanks for the pic, Tee.

 So, Brighton Rocks. I must actually watch that film…

A Photo Story

 

 

The morning after the night before…

This weekend, the girls and I roadtripped to Mayo, where a gang of us partied between the watchful eyes of Croke Patrick and the Atlantic ocean. The following morning, we set about exploring, and I brought along my camera. I wish I did more things like this.

All photography: Jane Kenny, except photo of us in the water taken by a friend (I’m the last blonde on the right, in up to my neck)

Oh and here is me, reluctantly shot by the ever wonderful Tri. xx

Sunglasses & Tshirt; H&M, Shorts; American Apparel, Espadrilles; Penneys, Goofy face; stylist’s own