There's so much to dislike about this picture. A fat lonely bloke with grey hair, clearly holding his stomach in, is sitting on fake sand, wearing wearing what look like skin-tight long johns. Night is coming on; it must be getting cold. He is gazing folornly out towards what appears to be the part-frozen Arctic ocean. Perhaps he is contemplating ending it all. Somewhere off to the right, a bright artificial light illuminates his pasty pink skin. Are we supposed to want to be him, or be in his situation? Are these people nuts?