This falls into the category of things that are uninteresting in real life, but which become interesting through the act of photography. Or something. (It may simply be that the photographs aren’t accompanied by the rank refrigerator smell that’s always lurking, waiting for the right moment to assault your nostrils.)

The photos are accompanied by brief descriptions of the households they represent.

(in GOOD Magazine, via The Morning News)

So this is what it feels like to be a famous photographer.

(To be honest, it feels a little silly.)

(Also, I’m wantonly misinterpreting “famous”, and possibly also “photographer.”  And maybe “feels like.”)

Mysterious, but not.