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Too Many Photos On Your Phone? Start Here.

If you’re anything like me, you probably have somewhere between five and ten thousand photos on your phone. Most of them you rarely look at, with the exception of those rare moments where your flight is delayed or the doctor is taking too long and you’ve got the time to flip through, endlessly.

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The Perfect Wedding Gift

Haven’t we all been in the situation of searching for a truly special wedding gift? Using a wedding registry is easy and convenient but can also be very impersonal. If you would like to gift something truly memorable, then you have to rack your brain to find something unique. Do you have time for that? Probably not, which is why we hope that we can inspire you and provide some guidance.

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Our First Photo Shoot

In early June, we did our first in-house photoshoot in a vintage trailer. What a joy! The idea was to create a body of work that would not only accurately feature the Mootsh Membership but also convey emotion. We aimed to capture photos that would immerse you, our dear community, in a world of nostalgia and charming details.

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Claire Guarry x Mootsh

When we discovered Claire Guarry’s photos, it was love at first sight. Her images truly felt like the epitome of what inspired us to create Mootsh: an anthology of photos that tell stories in a powerful and genuine way. The images document her children’s childhoods and her family’s wanderings. Their freedom and love for each other. The result: incredibly beautiful images that convey emotions in an honest, wild, almost raw kind of way.

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The Magic of Print

Two takeaways from this photo: My little sister is and always has been a badass. We are children of the 90s. This photo was taken by my dad while hiking in the French Alps in the early 90s. The bandana, the baggy floral pants, the fanny pack (in French, called “banane”, so chic) are all testimonies of a decade that assumed casual and shapeless like none before.

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