I saw this photograph at the Marian Goodman gallery recently. I'd initially (and lazily) read it as the guy on the ground being an unfortunate victim. Going back and spending several minutes working out all the choices that Jeff Wall made in fabricating this scene - from the actors, the clothing, shoes, body language, hands, the eye contact with the guy on the left whose arms remain folded, I ended up realising that in fact the guy on the ground was actually the transgressor facing his just desserts.
