One of the photos that draw my attention in a particular way. It brilliantly illustrates my belief that photography has to be used as a mean in itself and not in the least a s a purpose in itself so it can be called art.
What I see here is a quite existentialist photo if I may say so. I see a man tormented by his own frustrations and anxieties. I really have no idea wether Roger Ballen really meant this by this photograph but this is what I see in that ball above the subject's head.
