Paris, October 15, 2024

 

 

“My mom is Italian. Growing up, I spent summers in the south of Italy. I was the only girl out of my cousins, and I was jealous that the boys got to go out and drive the car. My uncle told me if I shaved my head, I could do the same. So I did. I remember running down the street afterwards, feeling the air and freedom. I don’t even remember driving the car in the end. And now, my son is the same age as I was then, and I have done it again.” 

 

Thursday mid-morning, come in through the garden, coffee and dried mandarins on the table.

 

Toy robot behind us as we shoot, I walk down the stairs and hear her playing Satie on the piano.

 

She presses a paper bag of mandarins into my hands for my flight to Berlin, I’m a mom, she says with a smile.

 

From the People series, photographed by Ana Roque. Lubna carries the Pouch in Nero.