Portraits 11

Nawal

Nawal rests her head against a windowsill in a dark room, turning to meet the camera as daylight from a wired-glass window catches one side of her face.
Until now
Nawal sits in a tall window recess in a bare room, knees drawn up, gazing out through grey panes at the city beyond.

The way we were

Nawal sits holding a small espresso cup, leaning back against a red shopfront, looking directly at the camera.

Coffee time

Black-and-white frame: Nawal leans against a graffitied brick wall, looking straight into the lens with a faint, closed-mouth smile.
Black-and-white street frame: Nawal tips her head back and laughs, hair swinging, on a quiet London street corner.

Up and up

Nawal looks up directly into the camera, hair loose, against a soft pale background.
Nawal in profile at a window, eyes lowered, soft daylight across her face.

Private thoughts

Nawal reaches up to push open an old wired-glass window in a dark room, her face lifted toward the light.

Some air

Nawal leans in an open doorway with one hand on the frame, meeting the camera with a slight smile, in a blue denim shirt.

Welcome

Nawal rests her chin on clasped hands and holds the camera with a steady, direct gaze.
Black-and-white frame: Nawal in profile at the edge of still water, hair across her face, the far bank reflected on the surface.

Start and stand still

Black-and-white frame: Nawal turns over her shoulder with a broad, easy smile, trees and water blurred behind her.

Smiles