Dude…the TV.
(Photo: Richard Powers; Dwell, July/August 2007)

Dude…the TV.
(Photo: Richard Powers; Dwell, July/August 2007)
It became his morning ritual. He woke, stepped to the window, and fantasized about the day he would be free of his knotty-pine cell.
(Photo: Hertha Hernaus; Dwell, July/August 2008)
Jasper reflected on the generosity — and genius— of the humans. His thermally-efficient glass kennel was just perfect.
(Photo: Peter Hyatt; Dwell, December/January 2005)
He gently suggested that his friend might consider a tonsorial parlor to remove the Flanders ‘stache.
(Photo: John Clark; Dwell April 2007)
What? It’s a totally comfy reading nook.
(Photo: Hertha Hernaus; Dwell, February 2009)
The hill had the perfect incline for rolling. And the trampoline was wildly exciting, at first. But crushing peanuts into the deck brought the grown-ups running, and was therefore deemed the most fun of all.
(Photo: Stephen Oxenbury; Dwell, March 2009)
Babe, look! It says here that some people live in trailers, intentionally, without a hint of irony.
(Photo: Wallpaper magazine)

The worst part: they have an 80-inch flat screen TV in the next room.
(Photo: Leigh Davis; New York magazine)
For weeks the lamp had been creeping closer to the sofa, ready to engulf the man with its black lampshade of doom.
(Photo: Hertha Hernaus; Dwell, June 2007)
Drink in hand, he settled into the numb nothingness of his self-imposed isolation.
(Photo: Daniel Hennessy; Dwell, November 2006)