I’ve been privileged to have a completely bald father (I’ve only seen him with traces of lateral hair when he’s having a hard time and doesn’t have the spirit to keep his head the perfectly polished bowling ball we all know him for) since I was born. So when I started to lose hair, I… Well, I tried to hide and to regrow it. 

For the past decades, balding or bald men have been considered aesthetically unpleasant, to put it mildly. From experimental snake oils to every-year-less-intrusive-and-more-efficient implant surgery, balding has become subject to medicalization. Jokes are everywhere.

Bald men seeing art is an attempt to look at hairless heads from my fellow mates in a different way. A bit comically, of course, but not only. In all images, focus is locked on the back of the head of the subject. Viewers are invited to look directly at something that the beauty industry tries to hide, while these men are looking at something that we are supposed to admire (ART). 

The photos are intended to cause some sort of metalinguistic estrangement: you’re seeing art portraying someone seeing art. But art is blurry and crisp is the skin. I believe that if we take a minute to look closely at something we’re told to see as ugly, we can find many beautiful spots, so to say.