The photographs are about Jerome Sother.
He is telling us the naked truth – being alone mysterious and banal happenings loosing hair – meeting a woman – falling leaves and rage against night-transports across Europe from East to West.
Looking into the lens are middle aged Mother and Father, a tribute gentle and clear.
Sother returns to revolt against possible married life Question: will the woman crash him while hes lying under the couch ? The Baby arrives & we are happy. Four self-portraits looking at a fragile House of Cards on the top of a table one slight movement – and all will collapse. Is this a good world for him and us ?