Fra Karl Ove Knausgårds tekst i The New Yorker 26.04.23:

The pictures in Wågström’s book span four decades, and their motifs are many and varied, but they are all connected to something unmistakeable—which I think is that they are more interested in the conditions that human beings exist under than in the lives that they live. The people in the photos are often viewed from a great distance, and when they are depicted up close, as in the narrow passage, they are frequently faceless. In this respect, the necks are typical, and that series of photographs is as simple as it is ingenious. By taking portraits of the back of the head, which, of course, is just as individual and distinctive of the person portrayed as the face is, the human comes to seem alien, and the difference between culture and nature becomes apparent: culture is what takes place between us, within the circle of faces, and nature is what lies outside it. It comes almost as a shock when one of the few gazes that meets our own in his book belongs to a doll. It is as if the lifeless world is staring back at us.