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amoli

The gallery — what it makes.

Everything on this page was made by Amoli, on a phone, from photographs it read itself.

These are real exports, shown exactly as they'd be sent. The photographs went in; these came out; nothing touched a server in between. That is the whole trick, and it is checkable.

Cards

Montage cards from journeys, people, and threads — each composed by Amoli, each written in a voice you choose, each rerollable until the line is right.

A montage card composed by Amoli.
A montage card in a second voice.
A montage card in a third style.
A montage card in a fourth layout.
A fifth montage card.
A sixth montage card.

The booklet

A thread — one subject followed across years — typeset as a little book: cover, chapters, one moment to a page, a colophon. Made entirely on the phone, and shared as a real file.

The cover of a booklet Amoli typeset from a thread.
An open spread of the booklet: a photograph plate on each page with a line and a date.

Don't take the pictures' word for it — hold the booklet itself. The actual file, exactly as it left the phone. Add it to your Books app and page through.

Pages from the booklet

Not everything Amoli makes is for sending. Some of it is just the journal being alive.

Colloquy: a question asked of the library, answered in prose with the photographs it found.
Colloquy. The tagline, kept: ask your past — when were we in Kobe? — and the answer arrives with its photographs, from your library and nowhere else.
A reverie: a typeset page of prose about the keeper's own days, with their photographs set into it.
A reverie. Real prose about your own days — a season, a place, a pattern — with your photographs set into the page.
The Today screen: the morning report of what was read overnight, and a factoid about the library.
The living Today. Each morning, what Amoli read while you slept — and something it noticed about your library.
A thread: one subject's moments gathered across years.
A thread. A café, a trail, a friendship — noticed by Amoli and followed across the years it spans.

Download Amoli on the App Store → — and make your own.

Priceless means not for sale — least of all your memories.

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