He approached the assigned men and placed it in the palm of a fellow who grinned through his black beard and fixed Batman with his one good eye.
(Rohan Wilson, The Roving Party)
Their descriptions have been printed in countless magazines and newspapers both in the Philippines and abroad…the flawless complexion, long jet-black hair, the finely chiseled features that combined the best of her mixed ancestry.
(Carmen Navarro Pedrosa, The Rise and Fall of Imelda Marcos, Prologue)
She was a small, pale-faced girl with long red hair. There is a photo of her taken at a party given by Lillian Roxon and she could have come straight from the social pages of the Women’s Weekly: hair smoothly pulled back from her face and secured at the nape of her neck, dark-red lipstick, earrings, nail polish and a stylish scarf knotted at her throat.
(Anne Coombs, Sex and Anarchy 5)
I see them with a matter-of-fact eye: their galabias clean but unironed, their turbans whiter than their galabias, their moustaches ranging between long and short, between black and white; some of them have beards, and those who have not grown beards are unshaven. Among their donkeys is a tall black one I have not seen before.
(Tayeb Salih, Season of Migration to the North, tr. D. Johnson-Davies)
I asked about him, described him to them: a man of medium height,
of around fifty or slightly older, his hair thick and going grey, beardless and with a moustache slightly smaller than those worn by men in the village; a handsome man.
(Tayeb Salih, Season of Migration to the North)
Every time I saw Miss Salas in the corridors of the Conservatorium she was wearing huge Spanish drop-earrings, her long black hair was tied up in a bun and she wore an exquisite if slightly theatrical wardrobe, based on black.
(Roger Woodward, Beyond Black and White 4)