About leila segal

I am a London-based writer/photographer specialising in the Middle East, human rights and collaborative arts. I lead the Jaffa Photography Project in Israel, visiting several times a year to work with Arab and Jewish teenagers on photography and narratives about their lives - for an audio-visual piece on the project, visit The Guardian. If you'd like to support us, please message me for more info.

 


Nobody Says A Thing

By March 30, 2009

December 31, 2008 On the bus it’s not like usual, no one talks. They’re all just staring straight ahead.  In a seat by the aisle, a black woman with a headscarf wound to her scalp. Fine features, a long, religious … Read More

Protest in Tel Aviv

By March 23, 2009

December 29 Enough! War Crimes, reads the placard. Arab and Jewish Israelis protest the Gaza bombings, Saturday, outside the Ministry of Defence, Tel Aviv. Right, veteran Jewish activist, Yakov Manor. Palestinian Israelis protest. Yasam, police special patrol unit, and demonstrators. Capitalist … Read More

For Those Who Died in Gaza

By March 20, 2009

December 27, 2008 East Jerusalem, lunchtime today. I’m in Wa’el’s restaurant, having coffee with Jamilah and Khaled. We’ve been driving these last two hours, just arrived. I take Wa’el’s picture. He wants me to show him. I take a few … Read More

Most of Them Don’t Have Any Bullets

By March 16, 2009

December 26, 2008 Bethlehem, Christmas Eve. I’m at the Church of the Nativity in Manger Square with Tariq, trying to get into midnight mass. We’re pushing and being pushed. Tariq has a big film camera and a Barbie-pink press card … Read More

Nobody is Listening

By March 13, 2009

December 23, 2008 I’m standing on Sderot Yerushalayim taking pictures, looking at Jaffa again, when a woman stops me and asks, ‘why are you taking a picture of that building?’ ‘I like how it looks,’ I say. ‘It’s from the … Read More

Scent

By March 9, 2009

December 19th Someone has been living in my apartment who smokes. I can smell him everywhere, in the sheets, in the bathroom, a strange ugly perfume that is not mine. Yael has been here and she’s cleaned for me. She … Read More