Why the faces are blurred
Every woman on the rota has a life that starts when the shift ends: a career of her own, a course she is halfway through, a family, neighbours, a payslip with nothing to do with this desk. None of that is anybody else's business, and keeping it that way is the condition on which she agreed to appear here at all. So the face goes soft before a set is published, and it stays soft. It is not shyness and it is not a selling trick; it is the one term she asked for, and the desk will not trade it away for a livelier page.
What the blur hides is her identity. What it leaves alone is her likeness: height, figure, hair, colouring, the way she stands and dresses are shown as they are, which is why the matching below matters as much as it does. The unblurred face arrives with her.