❝ If there was a trifecta of both Mous’s personal passions, and pillars to his practice, it would be the power of women, the senselessness of racism and the beauty of Africa. Sometimes in his photographs, these three anchors are all rolled into one. Raised in Sint-Niklaas, Belgium, he saw how people stared at his veiled mother in the supermarket, on public transport and elsewhere. “Racism doesn’t make sense to me. It’s a computer error,” he says. “I just don’t understand how you can feel better than someone else.”.
The trips to Morocco brought on a realization: he didn’t identify as a citizen. While on a trip to Ethiopia two years ago, the Ethiopians didn’t recognize him as Moroccan, but Arab. “In Dubai, I was told I am African, not Arab. So, I then decided that since I was born in Morocco and Morocco is in Africa, I am African,” he says. ❞ Myrna Ayad for Vogue Arabia