I can’t escape the feeling that our fascination with the ruins of Detroit mirrors that of Victorians who’d flock to Pompeii. We have a description for this: ruin porn. But there are still people living in Detroit, quite a few actually; and their story usually seems to get overlooked or ignored. It sure is easier to go to Detroit, take some photos of ruins and have those illustrate some story about the decline of America, isn’t it? So I was glad to find Daimon Xanthopoulos’ Detroit, stories from a city in free fall, which is filled with photographs of people (via, where there are more images). Also see this story.