This is me. Smiling so brightly at the top of Kilimanjaro's Baranco Wall, at 4160m high.

This is me. Smiling so brightly at the top of Kilimanjaro's Baranco Wall, at 4160m high.

I'm Alice, a 23 year old French Londoner who fell in love with Africa the first time I laid foot on Namibian soil. I vowed I would come back…nothing gets my heart beating like an African sunrise, listening to the sounds of the bush as it awakens.

Nature break over city break anytime. I love being outside, and by that I mean in the middle of nowhere. On a mountain, on a beach, in a jungle... Exploring, hiking, climbing, swimming, riding.

I’m interested in telling conservation stories, that focus on conservation and development: how can conservation be linked to socio-economic wellbeing, in terms of education, security, health, infrastructure for local communities? Conservation isn’t just saving lions, and it’s about (re) connecting people with nature. Malawi, Zambia, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, Central African republic…beautiful projects happening all around, in remote and off the beaten track, that deserve to be in the spotlight.

Having graduated with a degree in Arts and Sciences at UCL, entirely focused on Sustainable Development, Wildlife Conservation, and Project Management, I’m now working freelance, writing articles and supporting conservation through photography and creative consulting. Proceeds from my print sales (50% after printing and handling) are donated to conservation projects; and all of my clients are sustainable and ethical enterprises that give back one way or another.

 

 

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Comme une grand-mère en or 🤍 so bizarre to not be able to see loved ones - or not even be able to make a plan! Miss my grandma, don’t know when i’ll see her again; last time was when I booked my trip to go to the Mara in july 2019. Both
« As she listened her tears ran and her body was melted, as the snow melts along the high places of the mountains when the West Wind has piled it there, but the South Wind melts it, and as it melts the rivers run full flood. It was even so
Spent the afternoon trying to explain to a 16yo why stifling, debilitating, draining heat is synonymous to existential fatigue that results from life’s absurdity in Camus’ Outsider, my brain is dead and so i have no caption for you 😃 bu
How is it a year ago that we were wreaking havoc under fig trees and spending hours waiting for a few wildebeest to cross?! I’m not a huge fan of throwing quotes left right and center without their context, as truisms, but this one speaks for i
 

Feel free to contact me if you have any questions or for any reason you like. If you like my pictures, you can track my progress and updates/ new albums on Instagram. If you wish to purchase any prints or would like a new screensaver, drop me an email. Thanks for stopping by !